Stranger reader Josh writes in with a correction to this week's Stranger Suggests for Wednesday night's Dirty Projectors show:

There's a scene in the addenda to Dave Eggers's A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius in which the author, while kayaking, is overwhelmed by the sight of a killer whale leaping, Free Willy—style, out of the ocean in close proximity. That scene is all I can think of when trying to describe the impossible ebullience with which Dirty Projectors' Dave Longstreth yelps the words "Bitte orca!" halfway through the recent album of the same name, over an avalanche of avant-Afropop guitar. The album is a revelatory balancing act, as Longstreth's confounding arrangements coalesce again and again into irresistible melodies. (Neumos, 925 E Pike St, 709-9467. 8 pm, $15, 21+.) Eric Grandy

Writes Josh:

I can't imagine that more than ten people will notice or remember, but the whale described in the "Mistakes We Knew We Were Making" section of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius wasn't a killer whale, but a larger unspecified variety of gray whale that lifted a kayak while breaching rather than simply stunning while leaping in the distance. Anyway, it's a great story and a nice album. Thanks for the excuse to revisit both to confirm my recollections.

This sort of thing is probably why Longstreth went to Yale and I didn't.

Originally published on Thu, Aug 27, 2009 at 4:17 PM

A weirdly persistent misspelling of local music/pet-control/art-heist concern the Abodox as Abadox made me unable to locate the band's web presence during a rather hectic last week, which was then used as the "jump-off" for a light-hearted Up & Coming preview:

Monday 8/31
Abodox, the Sugar Skulls, Sleepy Workers

(Comet) When they're not battling deadly stray pit bulls or trying to "liberate" art from local taverns, the men of Abodox make music. Music with no web presence whatsoever. Metal? I'm going to guess metal. (Billmates the Sugar Skulls and Sleepy Workers both managed to erect MySpace pages, and they're, respectively, Zappa-inspired synth-and-violin art-core spastics and dour, bluesy post-punk with muddy and meandering instrumental passages.) Anyway, the Comet might want to keep an eye on that big red neon "C" tonight, in case those Abadox guys happen to "really appreciate" it. ERIC GRANDY

So, yes, the Abodox, when spelled correctly, has a myspace page. Mea culpa. (And, yes, they are decidedly metal.)

So it turns out that Phil Spector and Charlie Manson are both doing life in Corcoran State Prison. And Charlie wants to make a record (courtesy of the Guardian):

Manson contacted Spector shortly after the producer arrived, dispatching a guard with a note. "[Manson] said he wanted him to come over to his [cell]," Spector's wife, Rachelle, told the New York Post. "He said he considers Philip the greatest producer who ever lived."

Certainly Manson has a right to an opinion. Though his clan, the Manson Family, are known as killers, they were also conceived as a music group. Before launching the murder conspiracy that killed Sharon Tate, Manson and his followers recorded songs with the Beach Boys' Dennis Wilson. Terry Melcher, who produced the Byrds' Turn, Turn, Turn, was another acquaintance — and a target — of the group.

Smithsonian Folkways ought to throw some money at that project. It's straight down the lineage of California folk-psych pop, with a weird zag over to white prison songs. America can listen to records by Robert Pete Williams. Why not Spector and Manson?

No, not about my "silken hair" (although that too), but when our esteemed Public Editor says, "I honestly do not want to know what Ms. Grandy thinks is being communicated with the phrase 'dirty MP3 trunk-rattle'." I wouldn't know either, as that phrase should have read, "dirty MPC trunk-rattle," (as it now does online) and was meant to convey a sort of hip-hoppiness in Animal Collective's recent productions, which I gush about with all my feminine charms here.

We regret the error.

Stranger freelancer Brian Cook informs us that they will not be playing the Dredg/Torche show at Neumos this Sunday. Instead, From Monument to Masses will be the opening the night.

In this week's review of Japanthers's latest album Tut Tut, Now Shake Ya Butt, I erroneously referred to drummer Ian Vanek's older brother and CEO/CFO/Janitor of Montana-based label Wantage USA as Matt Vanek. His name is in fact Josh Vanek (I was likely thinking of Japanther's bassist Matt Reily at the time). We regret the error.

(Thanks to Jeff for the correction.)

Japanther play tonight at the Funhouse, 9:30pm, $7, 21+, with TacocaT, Mosquito Bandito, and Problems

In this article, I bemoaned—among other things—the biters of Ian Curtis’ sepulchral bellow. Let’s amend that to allow for one such Joy Division fanboy singer: Alan Hempsall of Crispy Ambulance.

The Manchester band’s peak came on “The Presence,” a rare example of spectral gothic dub. (Other than Dif Juz, who else sounded like this?) It appears in all of its 13-minute glory on Live on a Hot August Night EP (Factory Benelux, 1981). The video below halves its duration, but you can still get the gist of the song’s brooding splendor (the Martin Hannett production rules).

Thanks to my brother for reminding me of this (mostly) unknown pleasure.

In this week's column, I reported that Mune Yamakawa had left FCS. Last night, Yamakawa, over the roar of the drunk Australians (?) at the Cha Cha, corrected me: He's just taking a break from FCS, but he's still very much a part of the band. Also, apparently that wasn't quite the Free Sheep Foundation's last party ever in that space, although they are out of there as of the new year. We regret the errors.

...and therefore forgot to post this lovely No-Neck Blues Band album review by Mr. Segal. I regret the error.

I'm told that the mix at Moe's Bar before the Halloween Diplo show really was live, spun by Seattle's Pretty Titty.

Since it followed a front-to-back run-through of one of the Girl Talk albums, I assumed it was another pre-recorded mix.

But no! Apologies.

Here's the setlist, thanks to Pretty Titty's personal memory, which only seems to lack the wonderful LL Cool J, Mary J. Blige, Beats International, Soul II Soul, and Rob Base & DJ E-Z Rock bits we're sure we heard.

Primal Scream : "Come Together [Andrew Weatherall Remix]"
Santogold : "You'll Find a Way [Switch & Sinden Remix]"
Ward 21 : "Think Twice"
Baby Cham : "Tic Toc"
The Game : "Let's Ride"
Ultramagnetic MCs : "Ego Trippin'"
The Clash : "Guns Of Brixton"
Black Sabbath : "The Wizard"
Dillinger : "Cocaine In My Brain"
South Rakkas : "Real Hot"
Toddla T : "Fill Up Ma Portion"
Grandmaster Flash : "White Lines"
Mr. Oizo : "Two Takes It"
Inner City : "Good Life"
New Order: "Confusion"
Rocker's Revenge : "Walking On Sunshine"
Liquid Liquid : "Optimo"
Jungle Brothers : "I'll House You"
Young MC : "Know How"
Duran Duran : "Wild Boys"
Daft Punk : "Da Funk"
Dizzee Rascal : "Dance Wiv Me"
Madonna : "Like A Prayer"
Lisa Lisa & The Cult Jam : "Head To Toe"
Blondie : "Heart Of Glass"
Morris Day & The Time : "The Walk"
Raw Silk : "Do It To The Music"
Chaka Khan : "Fate"

Update: Cosby writes in the comments.

When you thought you heard rob base and dj e-z rock, it was likely the mr. oizo track that heavily reinterpolates the lyrics from 'it takes two'.

That sounds right, but I may also have confused/combined it with "Blow Your Head," one of Diplo's new productions he played later in the evening, which seems to use a lot of the same Rob Base & DJ E-Z Rock samples.