Nod (5 items)

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  Artist/Title: Nod - O Nod O Moon 8 Format: CD Label: Nod Recordings (USA) Price: $8 Catalog ID: CarbonDist_ONodOMoon "O Nod O Moon captures Nod at a rejuvenation point in their storied career as indie-rock castaways. Like a splash of fresh water on your face after working a long, hot, irritating day, Nod delivers you to a forgotten freedom. Lyrical themes on O Nod O Moon include a wide range of subject matter, including work theft, the moon, divorce, money problems, and love. Keeping with Nod tradition, the recordings here vary from plush and polished studio recordings ("Syddy", "Feeling Kinda Pouty") to the bare, first take, mumbling of pretty song ideas ("Old Man Waiting for You"). Fans of Nod will love this release for it's twisted blues, off-kilter tunings, and slippery pop melodies. New fans, many of whom were not yet born when Nod first formed on the beaches of Lake Ontario in 1990, should prepare for aural initiation. This is pure Nod."

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  Artist/Title: Nod - radio giddy-up 4 Format: CD Label: Smells Like Records Price: $8 Catalog ID: CarbonDist_slr033 Nod‘s sophomore SLR effort, 1999‘s Radio Giddy-up, was an even more realized batch of too-tremoloed post-garage goo, whose undulating grooves resemble early Talking Heads in that you simply can‘t believe folks this white manage to get this funky. The dry as bones production magnifies the crisp snare snaps, cymbal static, crusty guitar grease, and the rubber band-est bass this side of Bootsy. Moments like the single-string Verlaine-on-‘ludes riffage of Love Is On Fire, the infectious gang vocal coda of For Me For, the vaccum-sealed unison stutters of New One, and the Beefheartian bramble of Beefy, make the best case for the the band‘s uncanny knack for assimilating and expanding on what‘s come before. Getting the trad. stuff right (and using the right trad. stuff), yet also adding to the vocabulary in ways only an inspired misappropriation can

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  Artist/Title: Nod - magnetic anomaly 4 Format: CD Label: Smells Like Records Price: $8 Catalog ID: CarbonDist_slr025 Nod‘s inaugural SLR release, 1998‘s Magnetic Anomoly, got the proverbial ball rolling by making a severe break with the Stooges-on-‘shrooms aesthetic of their earlier, self-released albums and singles. Suddenly leaner and limber, the group warps its way through a bluesy bongwater-bath whose highlights include the greasy squeaks of Prescription Bottle. The title track‘s handclaps and disco hi-hats, and the Stonesy crescendoes of Alba Kirky.

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  Artist/Title: Nod - good night sleep 4 Format: CD Label: Smells Like Records Price: $8 Catalog ID: CarbonDist_slr046 Levitating somewhere just above lo-fi, Good Night Sleep surfs easily from genre to genre, with the requisite charm of intact first-take stumblings. The opening track, Old Hotel, is dreamy and groovy pop, with spacey, doubled vocals and overdriven yet mild mannered guitars. The strange folk of Walk the Little Man has Scrappy Joe singing: You are my baby/and I love you/but you‘re crazy/So am I/Poke each other in the eye, in his hypnotic fairy tale-teller voice. Drunken dub debauches collide with fuzzed, electric Fahey fingerings across a skifflesque shuffle - all in a day‘s work for one of the only working rock groups with a truly original sound.

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  Artist/Title: Nod - Tree Stuff and Lightning 6 Format: CD Label: Nod Recordings (USA) Price: $8 Catalog ID: CarbonDist_NOD_treestuff after 3 full length CDs for Steve Shelly's Smells Like Records, Nod are taking it back, self recording and releasing this gem of a record.  And Nod is now back to being a four piece, including Scrappy Joe (G+V), Tim Poland (B), Brian Shafer (D) and the newest member, Chris Schepp (K). "Since 1990, Nod has been releasing music which runs the gamut from experimental to conventional yet always wonderfully astray... The Nod muse is a many-hued beast — simultaneously funky, crushing, and just plain spaced out. There is a Shaggs-like innocence in their execution, which shouldn't be mistaken for indifference; precious few rock units become as intimate with their sound as Nod does with their creepy as all get-out caucasoid funk, which swings like Lynfield Pioneers fronted by Drungo LaRue Hazewood. "