Voodoo garage occult punk commune

18 MP3 Songs
ROCK: Garage Rock, ROCK: Psychedelic



Details:
Mike Diaz - vox, guitars, keys
Steven Cotterill - guitar, keys
Sean Kehoe - drums, percussion
Chris Loental - bass, keys
Lauren Devine - vox
Aaron Richards - guitar
Becki Wolf - vox

Reviews
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http://www.newsreview.com/sacramento/Content?oid=359780

This is your big rock moment
By Jackson Griffith

Rock ânâ roll? Oh. Yeah. That.

I mean, does anyone still listen to that junk? Hasnât the music world moved on to some textural, electronic amalgam of buzzes, beeps, dental equipment in full radial uproar and celebu-tard waifs locked into mortal vocal battle with whatever guest griot du jour the major label machine is throwing at them?

And why bother with rock, anyway? Itâs a tired old genre thatâs only been kept afloat with the grand hope that, maybe, just maybe, Axl Rose (and whoever stumbled onto the Guns Nâ Roses crank-lab Winnebago this week) will finish Chinese Democracy and save the world.

Why beat a dead mule? Because when rockâs done right, itâll rectify whatever condition your condition is in, and it will cure those jinky and crossed-up conditions that may be afflicting you.

So hereâs the deal: Magic, by a local band named the Red Tyger Church, is the kind of album that will squirrel your ill business away and plant you in the driverâs seat of a powerful automobile motoring through a landscape of Pamela Coleman Smith paintings. It is an utter surprise, the momentum of which, carried through its 18 songs, took me to a few places I havenât visited in a while.

A caveat: This is rock, but it ainât Marshall stacks with sludgiferous riffs and beatweeny guitar solos rock, or ponderous emoting rock, or any of the other stuff some people define as ârock.â This is rock as nailed down by the Rolling Stones circa Between the Buttons and Their Satanic Majesties Request, with plenty of Nuggets-era psych (the Seeds, the Standells) and maybe some Iggy & the Stoogesâ Raw Power, the New York Dollsâ debut album, some early Velvet Underground and Roy Loney-era Flaminâ Groovies (Flamingo, Teenage Head) mixed in, along with plenty of Bowie and T Rex-style early â70s glam and a dollop of Satanic hippie-cult campfire music. You know: vocals up front, underpinned by decomposing Telecaster crunches and other studio party noise.

Iâve been seeing singer Mike Diaz, the guy who wrote all the songs on Magic, schlepping his battered acoustic guitar around to open-mic nights for awhile now, and Iâve heard some of these songs in stripped-down form. Listening to him sing âSubmarine,â with its infectious refrain, âIâll change, baby, Iâll change, baby, Iâll change, baby, one day, baby,â from a stool at the True Love is one thing; hearing it in its glorious fullness on this album is another.

And the record is packed to the brim with should-be hits. Itâs got more hooks in its 18 songs than youâll find in the entire Oasis catalog, which is a real credit to Diaz as a songwriter.

When R.V. Scheide wrote a short review of Magic last week in these pages, he referred to the song âCome Overâ as âembarrassingly goofy.â I disagree, especially when placed into context with what follows, âDance Baby,â one of the coolest Nuggets-style rave-ups Iâve ever accompanied with my stomping foot. There is such an embarrassment of riches here, Iâm here to tell you that, well, if the influences cited above float your boat in the least, then you should run out right now and buy a copy of Magic at the local independent record store of your choice.


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http://www.newsreview.com/sacramento/Content?oid=355651

Magic
The Red Tyger Church
self-released

By R.V. Scheide
rvscheide@newsreview.com

Rock ânâ roll didnât die, it just went to rehab. Sacramentoâs own âoccult gospel garage punk communeâ the Red Tyger Church emerges phoenix-like from the ashes with Magic, a self-produced album that actually doesnât suck. Things kick off nicely with âSummerâs Coming,â an ode to âChampagne Supernovaâ that substitutes tape hiss for gurgling waterfall sounds, then devolves into a jarring, bluesy rave-up reminiscent of the Yardbirds. An enticing mélange of â60s psychedelia and glam-rock decadence permeates the albumâs 18 tracks, reaching its zenith on âSubmarine,â âPray for the Jocksâ and âDaydreamer.â As with any born-again band, thereâs the occasional false stepâthe call-and-response shtick on âCome Overâ is embarrassingly goofyâbut, overall, Magic lives up to its ambitious title.

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http://www.thetripwire.com/picks/view/4538?type=album

Mike Diaz and The Red Tyger Church return with their 2nd album. This time, they are not on a record label.... yet. "Magic" by The Red Tyger Church is a magnificent self-released album filled with chunky, soulful, dirty, and energetic rock music. From the psychedelic "Summer's Coming" to the crescendo soundscape of the final track, "Miranda Jean", Mike Diaz and the crew give us 18 incredible tracks. All songs are wonderful, but the standout cuts are "American Crack", "It's Magic", "Mom", "Come Over", "Chelsea Girl", and "Submarine". The groove on "American Crack" is hypnotically addictive. The song has one of the coolest guitar riffs I have heard in years. "Mom" is a poignant little cut. "Come Over" has hippie female vocals. The album is spiritually uplifting! Rock & Roll has been resurrected by The Red Tyger Church. â Todd E. Jones by Todd E. Jones