Saturday, February 25, 2012

The 300-Word Review: Alabama Shakes 'Be Mine'/'You Ain't Alone'

Finally, a “blog band” that delivers on what we read with what is real.

But then, the Alabama Shakes got Internet-famous due to incendiary live performances of their ’60s-style rock ‘n’ soul – not ironic haircuts or studio-Svengali dazzle.

So it’s logical the Shakes’ first vinyl release, the 7-inch single “Be Mine,” is a live cut. Jack White’s Third Man Records released the track, taped at the label’s Nashville facility, on Feb. 14.

After modest applause, “Be Mine” begins with mid-tempo guitar filigree. And then that voice drops in. Brittany Howard might be the most compelling blues-based singer to emerge since White and The Black Keys’ Dan Auerbach made the Mississippi Delta cool again at the turn of the century.

On “Be Mine,” Howard shifts naturally from butterfly to bulldog and back. Her performance is so cathartic it’s clear she sings not because she can, but because she has to.

And while Howard is the magic, the Shakes do have chemistry. A few Jimmy Page riffs in “Be Mine” hint guitarist Heath Fogg has more to unfurl. Bassist Zach Cockrell and drummer Steve Johnson know when to keep a pocket firm and went to let it flex, and whoever decided to add Ben Tanner’s vintage keyboards to the band deserves a raise.

Lyrically, “Be Mine,” is sturdy. But if Howard weren’t singing them, with her tornadic tone and conviction, these words wouldn’t blow you away. Auerbach is often similar in this regard. Still, give me honest and soulful over pretentious and wimpy. (The B-side to “Be Mine,” “You Ain’t Alone,” is well-executed Stax balladry.)

“Be Mine” builds to double-time crescendo, with Howard exalting titular couplets as a funnel cloud of cymbals encircles her. And when the in-studio crowd applauds this time, it’s with a lot more oomph.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Notes from the plastic neon safari: 2012 Grammys commentary

The most alluring aspect of Grammy telecasts is getting to see all those image-first artists - who are more akin to a highly-processed consumer good, such as AXE body spray or Doritos, than to John Lennon - in a "live" context.

Yes, I know legit artists like Radiohead, Black Keys or whoever also surface at the Grammys. This year it's the British songbird Adele and the American radio-rock band Foo Fighters. But I'm already familiar with their music. Because it doesn't make my ears want to throw up.

The Grammys are the only time I'll be exposed to the music of Nicki Minaj. And Katy Perry and Chris Brown. It's a bit like going on a wildlife-watching safari...if the jungle were filled with plastic neon animals that occasionally lip-synch.

Here are notes from this year's safari:

8:05 p.m.

Bruce Springsteen sounded good. It's time for him to stop wearing earrings, though.


8:08 p.m.

Judging from the audience-panning shot during Grammy host LL Cool J's prayer for Whitney Houston, who died last night, Los Angeles may face a fake eyelash shortage tomorrow.


8:11 p.m.

Nice working in an "Around the Way Girl" mention there, LL.


8:13 p.m.

Apparently, Bruno Mars broke into Sha Na Na's old stage-clothes wardrobe earlier today.


8:14 p.m.

Those are respectable James Brown dance moves, though.


8:16 p.m.

Wonder if Bruno Mars traded Stone Temple Pilots frontman Scott Weiland a gram of blow for that megaphone he just used?


8:18 p.m.

By “Chris Brown,” I'm guessing they're not referring to that guy who used to play third base for the Giants in the '80s.


8:19 p.m.

Whoops. Forgot the baseball Chris Brown is dead.


8:22 p.m.

I will run around the block naked if Bonnie Raitt and Alicia Keys bust out Etta James' cover of "Welcome to the Jungle" during this Etta tribute medley.


8:25 p.m.

So far, Lil Wayne's Flavor Flav Halloween costume is the night’s best tribute thus far.


8:29 p.m.

Chris Brown is obviously a huge Michael Jackson fan. Maybe he should cover "Beat It"...or maybe not.


8:33 p.m.

Wow. That Chris Brown performance looked like a dance recital you’d see held at a suburban shopping mall food court.


8:36 p.m.

Bet you Fergie can beat Mark Anthony at basketball.


8:38 p.m.

Never thought I’d ever be sexually aroused by the site of Reba McIntire.


8:40 p.m.

Do you think Jason Aldean and Kelly Clarkson consumed breath mints before this performance? They're singing pretty close to each other’s faces.


8:45 p.m.

It appears Elton John is the new spokesperson for Burger King. No, it's Pepsi. (Which is pretty much the same thing as being a Burger King spokesperson.)


8:47 p.m.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, The Official Token Rock Band For Every Awards Show...The Foo Fighters. (And I like the Foos.)


8:48 p.m.

Seriously, does the Grammys have contact info for any other rock bands’ booking agents?


8:49 p.m.

Slayer T-shirt alert! Well played, Dave Grohl.


8:51 p.m.

Token Rock Band snark aside, The Foos sound great. This is the best performance thus far tonight.


8:53 p.m.

Can't remember the last time I've seen an inverted pentagram symbol on the Grammys.


8:58 p.m.

Will be interesting to see what new annoying moves Coldplay frontman Chris Martin unveils tonight.


9:00 p.m.

Is there a flash mob going on right now in the middle of Rihanna's performance?


9:01 p.m.

Oh yes, here come the annoying Chris Martin stage moves...


9:03 p.m.

Pretty disappointed Chris Martin neglected to bring that silly spray-painted upright piano of his.


9:03 p.m.

Oh snap, he did bring his silly spray-painted upright piano!


9:04 p.m.

This guy gets to have sex with Gwyneth Paltrow. The universe definitely has a sense of humor.


9:07 p.m.

I couldn't name a musician in Coldplay that is not Chris Martin, even if I had a large caliber shotgun pointed at my head.


9:14 p.m.

Fifty percent percent sure whichever of those two New York Giants players onstage is wearing sunglasses is stoned right now.


9:15 p.m.

Do you think the Grammys asked Dave Grohl to don a jacket to cover up that Satanic pentagram on his Slayer T-shirt?


9:16 p.m.

Awesome acceptance speech from Dave Grohl. Having a beer with him probably would not suck.


9:17 p.m.

If you had to have a beer with either Chris Martin or Adam Levine, which would you pick? I'd have to go with Levine.


9:20 p.m.

Maroon 5's cover of this Beach Boys song reminds me of those hostage video clips that terrorists release to let authorities know the hostages are still alive.


9:23 p.m.

Brian Wilson sounds pretty good tonight, but, man, he always looks so uncomfortable onstage. The aforementioned hostage vibe has permeated this entire Beach Boys segment. Who is holding all these pop bands against their will?


9:25 p.m.

The camera just cut to an audience shot of John Legend grooving to the Beach Boys performance. This is probably the first time ever the Beach Boys have caused a black dude to dance.


9:29 p.m.

Expect lots of pointing-at-the-crowd and an agape mouth from Paul McCartney during his upcoming performance.


9:31 p.m.

LL Cool J seems to be sticking with just one hat for the entire telecast. Pretty shocking.


9:33 p.m.

Joe Walsh is playing guitar with McCartney. They better do "Rocky Mountain Way" or "Funk #49."


9:36 p.m.

Macca breaks out some finger pointing and his mouth is totally agape. Told you!


9:39 p.m.

Vegas odds-makers probably weren't taking bets that this year’s Grammys would include both a Gil Scott-Heron shout-out AND a Slayer T-shirt.


9:40 p.m.

Hey dude in that folk duo Civil Wars: Jack White called. He wants his "Icky Thump" look back.


9:41 p.m.

Hmmm. Taylor Swift seems to have a gotten a "serious artist haircut" earlier today.


9:43 p.m.

Boy, they sure have Taylor Swift's banjo up high in the mix. Ahem.


9:53 p.m.

For time efficiency's sake, they may want to move Adele's chair onto the stage.


9:57 p.m.

Semi-shocked Katy Perry isn't lip-synching. Good for her.


9:59 p.m.

Whoever has tickets behind Jason Aldean has to be pissed. That hat is huge, and definitely view obstructing.


10:09 p.m.

Digging Adele's "Mad Men" hairdo. And it sounds like her vocal cord surgery was super successful.


10:11 p.m.

This "Rolling in the Deep" song is good and all, but we're clearly approaching the threshold of hearing it too many times. Starting to wince every time she unleashes the high big notes when she sings the word “all” during the song's hook.


10:12 p.m.

Adele's performance was the exact 180 opposite of the Katy Perry one, in that the focus is entirely on the music rather than a stylized presentation of impressive breasts.


10:22 p.m.

Glen Campbell is sounding pretty damn good. Was somewhat worried he’d forget where he was and start disrobing onstage, or go on a disjointed tirade about Tanya Tucker or something.


10:23 p.m.

That crowd shot just showed Joe Walsh cutting the rug with some hottie! Twirling is involved. Hot chicks like to boogie to Glen Campbell...Interesting.


10:25 p.m.

Was hoping for an Allman Brothers performance since the Grammys are giving them one of those "Lifetime Achievement" awards. (This award basically means, “You’ve been really awesome for a long time and the people who vote on Grammys were too clueless to recognize this in your artistic prime.”) But no dice on the Allmans appearance. Apparently, there’s no room in this telecast for a 20-minute version of “In Memory of Elizabeth Reed.”


10:34 p.m.

Tony Bennett can still croon it. Nice. And thank you CBS for the audience shot of Rihanna. She is not sexy as all.


10:36 p.m.

Bon Iver will also be receiving a Grammy for Best Comb-Over.


10:43 p.m.

Wow, I would have played up Hubert Sumlin a little more in this memorial montage. I like Etta James, but without her we wouldn’t have Christina Aguilera. Without Sumlin we wouldn’t have Led Zeppelin.


10:54 p.m.

Please, please Run DMC: Sue Chris Brown immediately.


11:08 p.m.

This Nicki Minaj set design reminds me of the one from Ozzy Osbourne’s "Blizzard of Oz" tour. Or maybe I'm thinking of "Diary of a Madman."


11:12 p.m.

Did that tall goober in Lady Antebellum sell the buttons from his shirt on eBay to raise money for charity or something? Cover yourself up, man - you are not Ritchie Sambora circa-1987!


11:16 p.m.

Adele has really mastered that "Unplugged"-era Eric Clapton graceful Brit/mildly embarrassed Grammy acceptance vibe.


11:20 p.m.

Moments before walking onstage, Diana Ross completed a multi-wig trade with Nicki Minaj.


11:22 p.m.

LL is getting the full-frontal boob-squashing hug from Adele. Ladies Love Cool James!


11:25 p.m.

McCartney is sounding fantastic on this "Long and Winding Road." But his bass player and guitarist look like their pictures should be in the dictionary beside the definition for "studio musicians."


11:30 p.m.

Will be interesting to see if McCartney cuts off this five-lead-guitarist thing during "The End" before it becomes embarrassing. And I think Springsteen practices these eyebrow gestures in the mirror.


11:32 p.m.

McCartney only let this jam go on for four guitar solos too long.


11:40 p.m.

LL Cool J would look cool in a Slayer T-shirt.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

The 300-Word Review: The Black Keys single 'Lonely Boy'

Expensive-looking haircuts. MTV Awards. Skinny jeans. These are the kinds of elements that seep into a band following a breakthrough album, and that’s what longtime fans have seen occur with The Black Keys ever since the blues-rock duo’s sixth (and best) record, 2010's “Brothers,” found its way to mainstream ears, production-heavy music videos and 1,032 TV commercial placements.

We’ve all know what happens to grass-roots-grown acts next. They try way too hard to be U2. They make music that avoids where their talents lie (and what drew fans to them in the first place). A majority of the band dates/marries Victoria's Secret models. Cue the inevitable onstage meltdowns and rehab.

If the band is lucky, they spend the rest of their career playing package tours each summer in the sheds. And if it takes a turn for the worse? The musicians end up rooming with Sly Stone in that white van of his and/or appearing as commentators on VH1’s “I Love The (insert decade).”

Which brings us to The Black Keys’ new single, “Lonely Boy,” released digitally Oct. 26 and from the forthcoming LP “El Camino,” due Dec. 6. The track begins with rising-cobra guitar and “96 Tears” organ spires. Singer/guitarist Dan Auerbach’s rich bellow remains in fine form, and drummer Patrick Carney pushes the meter noticeably faster than The Key’s normal mid-tempo wheelhouse.

The Keys probably credit this gearshift to “listening to more punk rock” or something like that, but I bet this song will sound awesome on decidedly non-punk dance floors. The chorus has a disco/soul feel. And the junkyard-lighting wah-guitar throughout the verses is pretty sexy.

“Lonely Boy” is the sound of The Black Keys continuing to ascend on their own terms. The boys may have outrun those breakthrough hellhounds. For now.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The 300-Word Review: 'The Visible Man' by Chuck Klosterman

Since Chuck Klosterman made his name as a music journalist, it’s tempting to describe his second novel, “The Visible Man,” using an analogy from that realm.

But I’m not going to compare this book to the Black Crowes’ sophomore album “The Southern Harmony and Musical Companion,” a disc whose charms are less immediate but ultimately more sophisticated than the retro-rockers' rowdy debut “Shake Your Money Maker.”

Or maybe I just did.

“Visible Man” focuses on an Austin, Texas therapist with a comic-book-girlfriend name, Victoria Vick, and her mysterious male patient, known to the reader only as Y____.

A rogue scientist, Y____ has developed technology allowing him to become invisible. Y____ uses this power to sneak into peoples' homes in order to indulge his fascination with how differently humans behave when alone. He enlists Vick for sessions to work out his complicated feelings about what transpires during these covert observations.

Klosterman constructs a viscous web in “Visible.” But he does so by restraining his comedic touch to serve the story. Klosterman’s first novel, “Downtown Owl,” explored small town quirkiness via the author’s dazzling pop-culture riffery. However, “Owl” built to a less than satisfying ending that - unlike the rest of the book - felt unnatural.

“Visible Man” is completely the opposite. The first two-thirds of the tome are a slow burn.

Waiting for Klosterman to fully unleash his wit, I kept thinking, “‘Wow, I liked ‘Downtown Own’ a lot better than this.” Some of Y____’s voyeuristic stories are, well, pretty lame. (Turns out, there’s a reason for this.) Klosterman really opens things up during the last third of “Visible Man,” when it becomes apparent life and death will be at stake.

Finishing the book’s last sentence on page 230, I found myself thinking, “Man, this completely smokes ‘Downtown Owl.’”

Friday, September 16, 2011

20 years gone: What if 'Use Your Illusion' would have been one disc?

At 11 a.m., an employee raised the metal gate in front of a record store – it may have been called Turtle’s – inside a Tuscaloosa, Ala. shopping mall to open for the day.

I’d been waiting outside the store for approximately nine minutes.

It was Sept. 17, 1991 and Guns N’ Roses, the reigning kings of hard rock, were finally releasing not one but two new albums, “Use Your Illusion I” and “Use Your Illusion II." This event was totally worthy of ditching a Biology 101 class, which was taught by a University of Alabama instructor so profoundly boring his last name should have been Ambien.

With tax, a purchase of both “Illusion” CDs totaled over $30. This amounted to more than half the money I had to get by on for the week. These were acceptable terms. Like many fans, I’d been waiting for this day for over four years, which is how long it had been since Guns dropped their lone full-length, the scorching 1987 debut “Appetite For Destruction.”

Speeding back in a white Honda Accord, which boasted only a cassette player, to my green-carpeted apartment, I couldn’t wait to jam the “Illusion” CDs into the stereo system. The anticipation was at level of which I’d experienced years ago at a friends' party while stumbling to a bedroom with a girl to get laid for the first time. (Incidentally, that rite of passage occurred to the strains of the Sammy Hagar-period Van Halen album “5150.")

Having heard some of the “Illusion” songs via bootleg and also at a Guns concert in Birmingham a few months earlier, it wasn’t a shock that their new music was more complex and sprawling than “Appetite” (which while containing undeniably hot playing and arrangements was much more direct).

In 2011, the word “epic” is totally played out, but there’s no better word to describe many “Illusion” songs, such as “Coma,” “Estranged” and, of course, “November Rain.”

As any super-fan would, I spun the “Illusion” LPs constantly for a week. Poured over the cover art and liner notes. Memorized lyrics and riffs. The Rod Stewart-goes-metal ballad “Yesterdays” quickly became a favorite, as did “Civil War,” a whisper-to-a-scream number that remains one of the best Guns songs ever.

But unlike the cheetah-lean “Appetite,” there was definitely fat on the “Illusion” discs.

Did we really need two version of the lullaby “Don’t Cry,” which had the same backing track but different lyrics? There were some cliché-riddled rockers too, such as “Bad Apples” and “Dead Horse.” And the least said of “My World,” which sounded like psychotherapy fed through one of Trent Reznor’s synthesizers, the better.

The prominent addition of synths, sound effects and bloated studio tinkering (the most inexplicable: occasionally dousing Axl Rose's leonine vocals in electronic goo) on “Illusion” was the antithesis of the bullet-hard “Appetite.” (Yes, I know there’s some synth on “Paradise City,” but it’s just a taste and not a major sonic component of the track.) In Slash’s 2007 self-titled autobiography, the Guns guitarist wrote that at one time he possessed a rough mix of “Illusion” before those superfluous elements were added. Unfortunately, Slash also wrote he has long since lost said mix.

The Guns N’ Roses arc has been told many, many times. They were going to be my generation’s equivalent of Led Zeppelin (and Axl and Slash our Plant and Page), then, quite suddenly, it didn't pan out. I’m still a massive fan. Even though I wonder what might have been…What if Guns were together enough to follow "Appetite" with a full-length album of sharp acoustic songs, instead of the five that appeared on their 1988 EP “Lies.” (Clearly, this would be an unprecedented and dichotomous pair of records.) And then, the coup de grace - an ambitious yet airtight third LP. Yes, a single-disc version of “Use Your Illusion” would have completed a rock ‘n’ roll triptych for the ages. Below are the 15 songs and running order that should have been on there, paired down from the 30 tracks released on the “Illusions” discs. Oh well, there's always iTunes, right?

“You Could Be Mine”

“Bad Obsession”

“Dust N' Bones”

“Garden of Eden”

“Civil War”

“Pretty Tied Up”

“Back off Bitch”

“Don't Cry”

“Perfect Crime”

“Locomotive”

“Yesterdays”

“Knockin’ on Heaven's Door”

“Coma”

“You Ain't the First”

“November Rain”

Friday, September 2, 2011

Chris Robinson's psychedelic soul sabbatical


“It may seem like we take a lot of time between songs. That’s because there’s no time in our dimension…and we have the passports to prove it.”

And so a bearded and barefoot Chris Robinson addressed the crowd Thursday before the Black Crowes frontman’s solo band kicked into their fifth song of the night. The ensuing tune, a spirited cover of the Grateful Dead’s “Bertha,” ignited a roomful of noodle-dancing inside Birmingham, Ala.'s Workplay Theatre.

Robinson, 44, still has those soulful pipes. However, the bolt onto which they are woven in Chris Robinson Brotherhood, his newest side-project, is a different hue than The Crowes’ loud, Faces-meets-Allmans boogie. CRB is more akin to the sticky, blue-eyed R&B of Delanie & Bonnie. There’s a half-ounce of ’60s Marin County-style jamming in there, too.

Of the three or so configurations of Robinson’s solo bands, this one seems the most in-tune with the music he’s gravitated toward as he’s gotten older.

That said, the Workplay show was slow out of the gate. “Tomorrow Blues” is pretty woozy for an opening song, although the spaceship-like noise Adam MacDougall conjured from his bunker of vintage keyboards did not go unappreciated.

A strolling “Roll On Jeremiah,” a bluegrass-y track from the Crowes 2009 double-LP “Before the Frost...Until the Freeze,” followed.

By the third number, “Tough Mama,” CRB settled into its wheelhouse. A tight, stoned amalgamation, punctuated by hirsute guitarist Neal Casal’s spidery Jerry Garcia licks, plucked on a crimson Gibson SG. MacDougall’s wah-wah blurts greased the wheel.

Later in the first set, CRB delivered a new, standout gospel-tinged ballad, “Star or Stone.” Yes, the first set. After an hour-plus run through eight songs, the California-based quintet took a 30-minute or so break – How many bong hits do you need, bros? - returning to play for another 90 minutes or so.

The second set belonged to drummer George Sluppick and bassist Mark Dutton. The duo’s trance-y yet rootsy groove was unrelenting, with Sluppick working his blue kit from underneath a 10-gallon cowboy hat while the afro-ed Dutton laid down thick lines on a vintage cheapo bass. The rhythm section’s acumen was particularly evident on “Ride,” an absolute booty shaker.

In addition to belting out his trademark vocals, Robinson, clad in faded tie-dye and jeans, played crystalline-toned, chicken-scratch rhythm guitar on every song. He even pulled off a few solid-if-simple blues solos on his orange Vox guitars.

The striding “Sunday Sound,” which like “Ride” is from Robinson’s otherwise mellow 2002 solo debut “New Earth Mud,” drifted on a mid-tempo river. “Girl on the Mountain,” from the singer’s underrated 2004 “This Magnificent Distance” LP, was a druggy mist.

The band’s encore, a roll through Willie Dixon’s “Seventh Son,” was more chill than thrill.

But Robinson is clearly in his own skin playing psychedelic soul music. It’s an age-appropriate vocation. I can't imagine Robinson in his 40s crawling around the stage with his shirt half-unbuttoned and pretending to be Mick Jagger, like he was the first time I saw the Crowes live, at a 1990 show opening for Robert Plant in a Birmingham arena.

Chris Robinson looks a lot happier now.


Friday, August 26, 2011

Why 'That Metal Show' rules music TV

None of the three “That Metal Show” hosts - longtime deejay Eddie Trunk and comedians Jim Florentine and Don Jamieson - looks remotely “metal.”

Yes, Jamieson has dagger-sized sideburns. And on-air all three hosts usually wear T-shirts championing their favorite artists (Judas Priest, UFO, Randy Rhodes, etc.). But otherwise, these New Jersey bros look and act like Joe Six-Packs you’d meet in the beer line at a Van Halen concert. There’s no eyeliner, Sebastian Bach-length hair, hoop earrings or visible tattoos.

These characteristics are important because there’s nothing to distract “TMS” viewers from the VHI-Classic program’s two most compelling aspects: 1.) You would actually want to hang out with Trunk, Florentine and Jamieson, and 2.) These three guys know a ridiculous amount about metal.

Airing Saturdays at 11 p.m. EST, “TMS” focuses on, as Trunk describes it, “MTV-era rock and heavy metal.” This fits in with VH1-Classic's target audience, a demographic that’s super appealing to advertisers. Early this year I wrote a feature on Greenville, S.C. classic rock station WROQ 101’s 20th anniversary, and their station manager told me WROQ’s two most popular artists aren't The Beatles and Stones but AC/DC and Guns N’ Roses. Hello, coveted 25-54 age group!

Whatever your thoughts on metal – particularly its ’80s heyday – the music and songs have proved more durable than some might expect. Yes, the production can get a little glossy. (Although this same criticism can be leveled at the LP that supposedly killed “hair-metal,” Nirvana’s 1991 release “Nevermind.”)

But consider this: Motley Crue’s scrappy 1982 debut album “Too Fast For Love” contains the exact same sonic elements as garage rock darlings The White Stripes’ 1999 self-titled first disc. Treble-knife vocals. Heavy yet tuneful riffs. Powerful and song-minded drumming. (I know, as a percussionist Tommy Lee can play circles around Meg White. But hey, they’re both sexually well-endowed.)

Both “Too Fast” and “The White Stripes” possess a charmingly gritty audio quality. And stylized lyrics. That said, Nikki Sixx’s stylized lyrics primarily deal with strippers and drugs, while Jack White’s are a hybrid of bluesman couplets and art-school abstraction.

Another thing MTV-era metal and “TMS” have going for it right now is it’s been a while since a new loud-as-hell, catchy-as-hell, popular-as-hell rock band emerged. The aforementioned Stripes are the last that come to mind.

And some major contributors to the next decade’s flagship rock genre, grunge, have disappeared forever. Kurt Cobain’s dead. Layne Staley, too. And let’s be honest, outside of Scott Weiland and Perry Farrell, a lot of the surviving ’90s greats are short on rock-star wattage.

However, the guests on “TMS” are colorful, and often larger-than-life.

On the Aug. 20 premiere of the program’s eighth season, the guest was Black Sabbath guitarist Tony Iommi. For fans of the genre, this is a booking coup. (Ozzy Osbourne or Axl Rose would be rad, too.) Because of his horror-film/wasted-teenager-soundtrack riffs, Iommi is correctly regarded as the founder of heavy metal.

But for a guy responsible for some of the most beautifully brutal music ever, Iommi is surprisingly soft-spoken and humble. His ember-toned voice sounds more like that of a British novelist than the guy behind “Symptom of the Universe” and “Paranoid.”

Trunk, Florentine and Jamieson asked Iommi some questions metal dabblers and hardcore experts alike would love to hear answered: Iommi’s opinion of the deceased early-Osbourne guitar-whiz Randy Rhodes; details on the factory accident that severed the ends of Iommi’s right fingers off prior to joining Sabbath; etc.

But the hosts also queried Iommi on more-obscure shit like his recent recordings with Deep Purple singer Ian Gillan, and the risky 1980 move firing Osbourne as Sabbath’s frontman and replacing him with operatic-voiced vocalist Ronnie James Dio. (As Trunk noted in the premiere, this reconfiguration ignited a scorching second act for Sabbath and Osbourne's excellent first two solo discs.)

It would be extremely interesting to know the album, MP3 singles and concert attendance bump artists appearing on “That Metal Show” receive after their episode airs. Yes, some guests are still commercially viable on a large scale – Slash and Rush’s Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson come to mind. But the star-power of many guests (dudes from Winger, Ratt, etc.) has long since faded.

The latter variety are actually some of the most interesting shows, such as season five’s episode featuring Dokken singer Don Dokken and guitarist George Lynch (who have a vitriolic history) and the season six appearance of Tesla (who seem to be such down-to-earth guys, you’re compelled to revisit their classic-rock-meets-metal material, such as “Love Song” and “Modern Day Cowboy.”)

The production values on “TMS” aren’t exactly at an HBO mini-series level. It looks like they’re hanging out in Trunk’s basement. The modest set is basically a few chairs, and in the background there’s a reel-to-reel tape player, retro wallpaper, a pointy guitar or two, and some random bookshelf relics. “That Metal Show” is filmed in Los Angeles, where a lion’s share of their guests lives. This presents a dichotomous subtext, considering the hosts' meat-and-potatoes East Coast roots and personas.

“TMS” also features a “guest shredder” for each show. Past guitar-slingers have included Tracii Guns and Gilby Clarke, both former Guns N’ Roses members, coincidentally. Although the guitarists’ skills are impressive, in general I can take or leave this facet of the show, but Trunk, Florentine and Jamieson are obviously jazzed about it.

The Iommi episode was missing a crucial component that’s often a “That Metal Show” highlight, “The Vault.” This is when video footage involving the guest is played on a modest-sized TV behind Trunk. It’s typically a clip of the highlighted musician mega-sloshed 25 or so years ago. (The best one was probably original Guns bassist Duff McKagan giving a “Cribs”-like tour of his Los Angeles home in a hilariously coked-out state. McKagan, now sober, appeared horrified at the sight of the footage. He also didn’t appear to remember it being filmed.)

So, bring back The Vault, guys. But definitely keep Ms. Box of Junk, aka Jennifer Leah Gottlieb, the blonde hottie who in the season eight premiere strutted on camera in a scantily-altered “Girls, Girls, Girls” T and black leather pants that are probably the tightest I’ve ever seen on a person. This is obviously, in Gottlieb’s case, a positive aesthetic.

Besides providing eye-candy, Gottlieb has two chief responsibilities on “TMS.” The first occurs after the hosts deliver their opening monologue. She oversees an oversized blackboard, which is used during the TMS Top 5, a segment in which the hosts debate a metal-centric topic. On the season eight premiere, the topic was “covers,” as in the best cover songs recorded by metal artists.

The seriousness to which Trunk, Florentine and Jamieson take Top 5 is pretty awesome. You’d think they were debating the solution to America’s economic crisis or creationism versus evolution, not whether Metallica’s version of “Am I Evil?” is more bitching than Iron Maiden’s re-do of “Cross Eyed Mary.”

Herein lies the most endearing quality of “TMS”: authenticity. There is no doubt the hosts live and breathe metal. In a mainstream context, it has not been “cool” to like metal since “Cheers” was America’s top-rated TV show. In other words, 21 years. If this was “That Indie Show” and the guests included Bon Iver, Radiohead or whoever, it would be difficult not to write it off as trend exploitation.

There’s also onscreen chemistry on “TMS” that can’t be faked.

The hosts are friends off-camera, too – meeting up for drinks and Whitesnake concerts. On the season eight premiere, Florentine and Jamieson, who’ve cut separate comedy LPs for legendary thrash label Metal Blade, teased Trunk unmercifully (this is a recurring theme on the show) because one of his Top 5 nominated cover songs, Anthrax’s recording of “Sabbath Bloody Sabbath” was misspelled “Sabby Bloody Sabbath.” (In reality, Trunk, who recently published his first book, "Eddie Trunk's Essential Hard Rock and Heavy Metal," had nothing to do with the bungle. Top 5 nominations are printed on magnetized strips, an aspect of production that obviously the hosts would leave to their presumably skeleton staff.)

Trunk caught more hell during another fantastic regular “TMS” segment, “Stump The Trunk.” This is when Florentine, who has a gruff accent and a haircut straight from 1987, hands his microphone over to audience members who get to quiz Trunk on metal trivia. Those who succeed in stumping the host receive a metal-oriented prize, which the audience member obtains via a blind grab into the "Box of Junk" Gottlieb totes in a manner similar to those cigarette-sales girls of yore.

Stump The Trunk questions can range from the legitimate (name every album Sabbath made with Dio) to the preposterous (who wore the “Eddie” mascot costume in a certain Iron Maiden video).

Trunk has been a major player in metal for decades as a marquee radio deejay. In the mid-80s, he even signed former Kiss guitarist Ace Frehley to a record deal with Megaforce Records. In 2006, Trunk conducted a rare interview with Axl Rose when the then-reclusive Guns singer made a surprise visit to New York classic rock station Q104.3.

So Trunk knows his shit. The frumpy host, who admittedly purchases his clothes at Walmart and Target, bats about .500 on Stump The Trunk questions.

But in the Iommi episode, he whiffs on, what should be for him, a softball. A backwards-cap-wearing kid asks Trunk to name three Sabbath tunes Iommi, famous for his electric guitar acumen, played acoustic or keyboards on. Trunk can’t name one. (“Changes,” Eddie, “Changes”!) Trunk takes the ribbing in stride and, like anyone secure in their prowess, laughs it off.

The final segment of each “TMS” is the “Throwdown.” It’s basically a roundtable discussion in which the hosts and guests weigh in on such issues as Rush fans versus the Kiss Army, “Led Zeppelin II” versus “Led Zeppelin IV,” and the Guns acoustic ballad “Patience” versus Tesla’s “Signs.” Like the TMS Top 5, it’s the hosts’ passion and insight that makes the segment. The guests too often answer diplomatically or bow out of the argument altogether. (Although Iommi checked in with a definite opinion for the Throwdown topic of “Best Sabbath Replacement Singer” by touting Ian Gillan.)

At the Throwdown’s conclusion, a host - usually Jamieson - asks the crowd to cheer for the opinion they support. Jamieson, who in addition to those sideburns usually wears a can-you-believe-how-awesome-my-gig-is grin, gooses the crowd into supporting his vote by announcing that one last.

When describing “TMS” to friends or fellow journalists, I’ve used the old MTV show “Headbangers Ball” as a reference point. But that's a lazy comparison. “Headbangers” was primarily a music video program inter-spaced with limited interview segments and a single host who seemed more like a “personality” than someone with a deep knowledge of the music. “TMS” is actually closer to a real-life "Wayne’s World," albeit one with a lot more brains.

It would be cool if “TMS” added a live music aspect. Have the guest artist’s band perform a song, much like the musical guests do on network late-night shows. However, this is probably cost-prohibitive.

The bleacher-style seating at “That Metal Show” looks like it holds 50 people, tops. But I’d much rather be at a “That Metal Show” taping than one for Leno, Conan or Letterman because the guests, even when I’m not into their work, and the commentary are always entertaining. You can tell the black-T-shirt-wearing “That Metal Show” audience, which contains a decent amount of females, feels like they’re in Shangri-La. And in a way, they are.