(Originally posted in July 2004 on my now-defunct Agony Shorthand blog)


It was about 11-12 years ago when I became deeply entangled with the music of the then-California High Desert-based (by way of Tucson) GIANT SAND, and bought pretty much their entire back catalog in one fell swoop. I’d seen the band play once before, in 1987 in Los Angeles – they were still in their Dylan-of-the-desert stage best heard on the 1986 LP “Ballad Of A Thin Line Man”, and actually blew me away with a great keyboard-drenched set of country-based troubadour blues, similar to their pals GREEN ON RED (whose Chris Cacavas was conveniently guesting on keyboards that evening). But an ill-fated purchase of their next record, 1988’s “The Love Songs”, soured me on the band for a couple of years – right around this time Howe Gelb & co. were veering into an experimental black hole of their own making, taking a blender to traditional American roots music and creating something full of quick edits, abrupt shifts in direction, random noise and/or talking, and lyrics that made sense to no one but themselves & the man on the moon. They kept getting big props in the fanzines of the day, but I couldn’t crack the new code. 

That was the case until I heard 1992’s “Center Of The Universe” and became re-engaged in a big way. While Giant Sand retained a lot of the weird surprises of the intervening years, in which a song could be an explosive 30-second shitstorm or a beautiful folk-tinged pop song, the songcraft was at its peak during their 1991-94 glory years. Gelb’s mumbly vocal style and cryptic lyrics gave him a certain stature as a true, bent original, and the much-heralded Convertino/Burns rhythm section were helping him crank out some really terrific songs. They were like this weird, desert-based communal family, with members that floated in and out (Paula Jean Brown, Gelb’s wife and then ex-wife, made regular appearances) & special guests like Gelb’s 6-year-old daughter or an ancient old desert sage that Gelb met in a bar (Pappy something-or-other, who is in full force on 1991’s “Ramp”). To this day “Center of the Universe” remains my third favorite of the three CDs of theirs I’ve held onto into the 21st century. The real killer, the one I still listen to all the time, is 1994’s major label debut (and not at all coincidentally, their final major label record), “Glum”. This is where it all came together: slithering, eerie folk songs full of danger (“Happenstance” and “Glum”); know-it-all travelogues (“Frontage Road”), NEIL YOUNG-style erupto-metal, and the usual detours deep into Howe Gelb’s cranium, this time a journey well worth taking. 

My problem with the band not long after this one was that everything was being recorded and nothing was being tossed, no matter how jammy or boring. Gelb’s unharnessed creativity led him to put out just about everything he did, and I was gobbling it all. I finally had to filter the band’s accumulated catalog into those three essential CDs: “Ramp”, “Center of the Universe” and “Glum” (I dipped a toe back in a few years ago when “Chore of Enchantment” came out and didn’t like it). Talk to people these days about Giant Sand and you’re usually going to get a frothingly positive response or a big fat “they suck”. I’m trying to take a nuanced middle path here, and recommend checking out those 3 if you’re still a bit dubious – and keeping your distance from the remainder.

I’m back with the 9th edition of the Dynamite Hemorrhage Radio Show Podcast, a podcast that pretends it’s a live radio show but is really just a guy drinking a beer in his den, dragging files across his laptop’s screen, blathering into a mic and then calling it a podcast.
It’s a big hour and ten minutes this time, with rare tracks from bands you’ve heard of (The Cramps, Guided By Voices, Royal Trux and Giant Sand) along with buried gems from bands you haven’t (Liechtenstein, Mambo Taxi, The Girls and Family Curse). In between are bands that your friends have heard of, but that you haven’t: Sic Alps, King Tuff, Veronica Falls, Saccharine Trust, The Consumers, Gang Green, White Fence and many more.

Track listing:

WHITE FENCE – Pink Gorilla
KING TUFF – Sun Medallion
SIC ALPS – God Bless Her, I Miss Her
THE GIRLS – Keep It Simple
AMY LINTON & STEWART ANDERSON – Hipsters, Scenesters, Teenstars and Fakers
KELLEY STOLTZ – Double Exposure
O-LEVEL – Pseudo Punk/O-Level
UV RACE – Life Park
THE CONSUMERS – Teen Love Song
SACCHARINE TRUST – Hearts and Barbarians
DUSTDEVILS – Throw The Bottleful
ROYAL TRUX – Red Tiger
LIECHTENSTEIN – Stalking Skills
THE CRAMPS  – Subwire Desire
MAMBO TAXI – Screaming In Public
GIANT SAND – Center of the Universe

Download all of our past shows – each about an hour, and easily as good as this one:

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HOWE GELB from Giant Sand, looking regal in Forced Exposure magazine #15. This was from around the time of “Storm”, which is when I saw them (1988) live at Raji’s in Los Angeles – one of the more eye-opening and best rock shows I’d seen to date at that time. (They opened for the Lazy Cowgirls by following them onto the stage at about 12:45am…). 


You know who used to put this excellent early-90s fanzine out? Brian Turner, WFMU honcho and tastemaker extraordinaire, that’s who. Turner was ahead of the game, nailing revealing interviews on his lonesome with Giant Sand, Stereolab, Royal Trux and Mo Tucker (!).

I’m not entirely sure, but I think this was the final issue. I got tired of digging fanzines out of my garage to scan this morning so I just grabbed the first ‘Looch I could find. More such scans to come this week.