The Passives EP
Indie rockers The Passives play a little bit rough and raw, but the songs of their three-track debut have enough hooks and melody to make things catchy. With that extra punch, in just two songs The Passives embrace punk, alternative rock, garage and grunge Mudhoney style, before wrapping the EP up with a sweet (and surprising) acoustic ballad.
You can listen below the self-produced, self-released The Passives EP.
Soul Shine Society – Ain’t Gonna Tell You Twice
Beer drinker, hell raiser, do not mess up with a Southern rocker because he is not going to tell you twice. Since the accidental moment when I listened to Free Bird for the very first time, I had a soft spot for Southern rock and I can listen often to any of it except Molly Hatchet. Nowadays in Finland nobody does it better than the Soul Shine Society. These seven guys from Tampere know all the tricks in the book and can masterfully recreate the greasy sound from the South, wearing shiny boots, daring to bar fights and playing smoking slide guitar solos.
Soul Shine Society recently released their second full-length, Back Where You Belong, and it is worth a listen for some good time, blues-based classic 70s rock. It goes well with a few shots of your favourite Tennessee drink.
Check out the video for Ain’t Gonna Tell You Twice.
Playlist for a night run
Participating in the Helsinki Midnight Run has become a nice way of celebrating the end of the summer. It’s a ten kilometres run through the city centre as the night falls, and today will be my fifth participation. Even though, running without the purpose of going somewhere can be considered a pointless activity, it is an excuse to spend some time to make a playlist. Below you can see the tunes I’ll be listening between 9-10pm tonight while running through the city.
This time I decided to start with some neo-psychedelic sounds (Tame Impala, Unknown Mortal Orchestra) to build up momentum for some power up rockers (Queens of The Stone Age, Pearl Jam, The Black Keys) before wrapping it up with two sweet mid tempos. In the middle, as a transition, there’s a lengthy, groovy jam by the Chris Robinson Brotherhood, which should keep me entertained for over a couple of kilometers.
Rosvot turns one: What am I doing here?
Hooray! The Rosvot gang turns one year and we are celebrating the first anniversary with a series of posts in which these bandits turned writers face nostalgia and recount their beginnings as music bloggers. Myself, being one of the oldest members of the gang, I will not dare to try remembering my first attempts at music blogging because there were too many, too embarrassing. I will just say that Glue started in 2009 with a bunch of interviews to a diversity of artists and those adventurous readers can dig in the archive over glue.fi.
For over five years now, I have been that weird foreigner keeping an eye on the music made in Finland, primarily by upcoming new bands. I could say that I had the dream of being on the tour bus singing Tiny Dancer with the band, but the only reason for blogging about Finnish artists is the music. There is a lot of talent and good music done in this little cold country and I’m glad to spread the word. Go and listen to it, go and see the shows.
But since we are in a nostalgic mood, let me remember the first time I heard a Finnish band, consciously knowing that they were from Finland. This is not a very original fact, but that band was, of course, Hanoi Rocks, whose video appeared on music tv one summer night in the late nineties. During the first years of university, I spent summer breaks staying up late at a friend’s house, drinking cheap beer, watching music videos and arguing whether Rory Gallagher was a better guitar player than Jimi Hendrix. What else a bunch of 19 years old guys would do with too much time in their hands and little money in their pockets? I can’t remember how many times we watch The Song Remains The Same (movie scenes included) or the bootleg video of Guns N’ Rose Live at the Ritz -arguably the coolest rock show ever filmed, but at the end of the summer, the videotapes were worn out. YouTube would not come until a few years later and those tapes were our most valuable musical treasure.
We had the tapes and we had MTV and VH1, which at that time they still showed music and had killer rock programmes late at night. We had to watch Bon Jovi’s Always too many times, but usually every night there would be some other cool videos from other glam rock bands. One of those nights, there it was: Don’t You Ever Leave Me by Hanoi Rocks. It was glorious. The clip was hair metal at its best, from the shot of Razzle pointing out his drumstick at the camera to the beautiful androgynous blonde singer. One guitar player looked rockabilly while the other seemed to have fallen into the gutter. The song was classic, a power ballad with the punch of a punk song and made clear were Guns N’ Roses had found a good deal of inspiration. Once seen, the video and the song could not be forgotten.
After watching that video, I located Finland in the music map, and soon after that I got to know The Flaming Sideburns, another Finnish band that released one of the three greatest albums of the high-energy, garage rock, Scandinavian rock wave at the end of the 1990s. The Flaming Sideburns had tight connections with Madrid and Spain though the label and promoters, so it felt natural to get interested in the music Finnish scene.
At that point, I could not imagine that I would move to Finland, but more than a decade later here I am. During these years, I even got the chance to meet both Michael Monroe and Eduardo Martinez and write stories about them. But it might be better to leave these stories for the second anniversary.
Happy birthday, rosvot!
Mirel Wagner – The Dirt
By now you may know that folk singer Mirel Wagner writes gloomy, dark lyrics, often dealing with death, and you may also know that she performs them in a sparse, lo-fi manner, often not requiring more than her whispering voice and a few notes of her acoustic guitar. Now the singer also visualises her own songs as she co-directed with Aki Roukala the video for her latest single The Dirt. You guessed it. The clip also has a grim, spooky feel, set in an abandoned house where the spirits of a mother and a child seem to rest. This is not Saturday night music, but the songs are timeless as well-aged blues and folk.
The singer latest album When The Cellar Children See The Light Of Day is out now on Sub Pop.