Jason P. Woodbury

2 weeks ago | aquariumdrunkard.com | Jason P. Woodbury

This week on Transmissions, a return guest, the great comedian, writer, actor, and podcaster Joe Pera. This talk is a blast, covering everything from the beauty of Phoenix’s Sky Harbor airport to representations of Catholicism in science fiction to Joe’s experience seeing the late Mitch Hedberg live. Close your eyes and settle in: here’s an episode of Transmissions you might be able to doze off to . . . Only the good shit. Aquarium Drunkard is powered by its patrons.

3 weeks ago | aquariumdrunkard.com | Jason P. Woodbury

“What they want you to be — yesterday’s hero, yesterday’s ghost,” Dean Wareham sings on his latest record, That’s the Price of Loving Me, released this spring on Carpark Records. But the album’s 10 masterful tracks prove beyond a reasonable doubt that Wareham isn’t fading away anytime soon.

3 weeks ago | aquariumdrunkard.com | Jason P. Woodbury

This week on Transmissions, two punk rock lifers drop in: Sally Timms and Jon Langford of The Mekons. They have a bracing new album out this week called Horror and they join host Jason Woodbury to get into it all: supernatural financialization, Judge Dredd, the breakdown of politics and why you should "save your pessimism for happier times." Tune into this all-new Transmission . . . Only the good shit. Aquarium Drunkard is powered by its patrons.

3 weeks ago | aquariumdrunkard.com | Jason P. Woodbury

Drifting between lo-fi, country-inflected jangle pop and dazed, DIY garage rock, Sepe sounds like a basement bound troubadour, sauntering over fuzzy, home-recorded guitar, bass, and drums. The new recording project of LA-based Brandon Sepe (The Pesos, semi trucks, seventies tuberide) debuts with “Georgia,” the first tune shared off his forthcoming album, National Accessory, which lands in June on Universal Freeing Object . . . Only the good shit. Aquarium Drunkard is powered by its patrons.

3 weeks ago | aquariumdrunkard.com | Jason P. Woodbury

Things are very bad, but then again, they always have been. That’s Horror’s argument in a nutshell, the 26th album from the legendary Mekons, a Leeds-born gaggle of instigators of punk rock anarchists that has been doing business for half a century now. It’s a bracing thesis, enough to make you pull the covers off your head and stop moaning for a minute, because however insane and stupid and evil life becomes, it’s oddly comforting to think that it’s been this way for centuries . . .