A music-obsessed, retired San Francisco lawyer, and author of the rock & roll memoir Jittery White Guy Music (available on Amazon)... picking a random album or song in his collection every day or so and sharing a few thoughts.
Another one of those songs from my college radio days that, while I haven't necessarily revisited it too many times in the decades since, still holds a special place in my heart. Rochester, NY indie band The Jet Black Berries had kicked around the late 70s/early 80s scene, releasing a few records as New Math, raw retro-garage rock with some new wave keyboard accents. (Their catalog recently got reissued; find it on Bandcamp.) Their debut under the new Jet Black Berries moniker, 1984's Sundown On Venus, added some Americana/cowpunk to the mix, as well as some darker strains of gothic indie rock, making them a sort of East Coast equivalent to Paisley Underground bands like the Dream Syndicate and the Long Ryders. (They, too, have been given the reissue treatment.)
"Bad Hombre," which leads off the record, is a fun, twangy little gem that invokes Spaghetti Western imagery in service of the sort of country noir you could see popping up on a Quentin Tarantino soundtrack. It still feels a little off the beaten track today, wicked fun for all.
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