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You have VHS answers! Jeffrey Morgan’s Media Blackout #184 has DVD questions!
Toto — Falling in Between Live (Eagle Vision) :: Why does the singer look like Burton Cummings?
America — Live in Central Park 1979 (Eagle Vision) :: Need proof that they’re better than Neil Young?
Flipper — Live (MVD Visual) :: Beyond primitive or beyond belief?
Various Artists — A Tribute to Edith Piaf (Eagle Vision) :: Doesn’t anyone speak English anymore?
Mink DeVille — Live at Montreux 1982 (Eagle Vision) :: Since when does playing thirty seconds of "Harlem Nocturne" qualify you to play a jazz festival?
Earth, Wind & Fire — In Concert 1981 (Eagle Vision) :: And you thought Labelle had a cornball costumed act?
Gillan — The Glory Years (Eagle Vision) :: If this compilation stands tall with lotsa live fun from 1981 and a buncha bonus Euro TV vids, then why is it so short?
Dead Boys — Return of the Living Dead Boys: Halloween Night 1986 (MVD Visual) :: Do two versions of "Sonic Reducer" and an intro by Joseph Ramone atone for Stiv’s Nazi uniform?
Pat Metheny Group — Imaginary Day Live (Eagle Vision) :: Should I say "So What" if this 10-year-old film contains a surfeit of slo-mo, blurry special effects and mini box split screens that does the music a decidedly dated disservice?
Metric — Live at Metropolis (Last Gang) :: Does Euro disco syntho electro pop done 20 years too late rate?
Quincy Jones — Live at Montreux 1996 (Eagle Vision) :: Not exactly Duke Ellington live at Carnegie Hall, is it?
SIZZLING PLATTERS OF THE WEEK: Stray Cats — Rock Therapy & Blast Off (Hep Cat) :: If you only know the name Brian Setzer from his big band Yuletide excursions, then there’s no questioning the fact that these two must-have reissues — which originally hail from ’86 and ’89 — are what you been a-missin’, oh boy. The buoyant bouffant energy and oily enthusiasm that oozes outta these rockabilly records like a tube of Brylcreem slowly squished under the rumblin’ wheels of a Ed "Big Daddy" Roth customized classic is nothing short of refreshingly authentic.
Be seeing you!
