Episodes

We sat down with Nice Guy/Guitar God Juan Montoya (Moon Destroys, MonstrO, Torche, Killer Be Killed) to discuss a record that kept his teenage self up at night, Van Halen’s 1981 release “Fair Warning”. Widely considered their “darkest” record, it’s the sound of a band breaking apart at the seams, as guitar virtuoso and control-freak Eddie Van Halen attempts to wrestle his namesake band from the clutches of David Lee life-of-the-party Roth. Lord, strike that poor boy down…

The Ramones fourth album was supposed to be the one that brought them mainstream success - stadium tours, luxury condos, champagne and limousines. Guess what happened? It didn't sell as well as Rocket To Russia, despite the presence of the obvious(?) radio hit "I Wanna Be Sedated," and the upgraded rhythmic pulse provided by new addition Marky Ramone. Rob, Barry and Is This Tomorrow's Woody Compton take the QM18 bus from midtown to Forest Hills, Queens on the Road To Ruin.

Returning guest and co-host of “The Muck Podcast” Hillary Dougherty went to her metaphorical tool shed to help us crack open the case of Fiona Apple’s mind-blowing new release “Fetch the Bolt Cutters”. As usual we did our best to keep up, and luckily no proverbial shins were kicked under the table - this time…

That Record Got Me High welcomes one of the hippest cats we know, Orlando's obscure funk connoisseur and the guy behind the glass window and at the WPRK mic ca. 1981, the remarkable Tony Christy. Tony takes us on a tour of the New York downtown scene via Lizzy Mercier Descloux's "Press Color" on ZE Records. We hee and haw, laugh and scratch, and make some inroads in understanding this funky, influential, idiosyncratic album.

We squeezed into our black jeans, teased up our hair and dug deep into a record that changed the musical trajectory of many - including our guest Ed Artigas (Bling Bling, Planelifter, Zira…). 1985’s “Psychocandy” by The Jesus And Mary Chain. East Kilbride brothers Jim & William Reid took their love of noisy groundbreakers like The Velvet Underground & Suicide and fused it with the sugary pop of the Shangri-Las to forge a big, shimmering sound that somehow manages to get under your skin and STILL...

Now under the threat of a mandatory minimum sentence due to this third time before the judge, film-school reject, but no "momma's boy," Tim Moffatt brings the ill-gotten goods from a heist-gone-wrong with Slaughterhouse Joe and a Cuban Chinese. Kick the drum, let me down, keep my clarinet beneath your bed 'til I get back in town. Tom Waits' "Rain Dogs" is full of this and much much more. Call now, supplies are limited. Please lend your support to TRGMH on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/join/TR...

The earth-shattering appearance of You're Living All Over Me on the US independent music scene in 1987 was mirrored by the earth-shattering volume at which the band reproduced the sound live. Lemonheads / Juliana Hatfield Three drummer and "suave fuck" LA ad exec Todd Philips didn't have to drag us to the altar on this one, we were already converts. This piece of heartfelt Americana (like Todd) hasn't aged a minute in 32 years. Support That Record Got Me High on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/...

What day is it? It's Saturthurwednesday, again? Or is it? In a Groundhog Day world, we summon a Groundhog Day scenario, with last week's guest Trish's older brother John doing another self-titled debut album from groups with great first and second albums. But, as the writers of Seinfeld knew, the rules are "No hugging. No learning." This album though is a standout, an idea which we give a good sound thrashing in this, our 110th episode. BONUS material follows the sign off, for the patient, or fo...

It's Rock and Roll High School time with multi-talented Trish Mahoney, and less talented Rob and Barry, as we ride around in an older sibling's Camaro and listen to some New Wave band on cassette. The Cars were the first full-fledged card-carrying members of the club to sneak past the programming managers at rock radio. Their debut spawned hits, and much fawning over Ben Orr's good looks (TRGMH included). Get in the back seat, feel the hot upholstery on your t-shirt, and Let the Good Times Roll....

From three separate, secure locations we came together to bring you our shared experience of David Bowie's stunning "Dear John" letter to all things experimental, twisted, broken, and dark: Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps). Veteran punk rock sound engineer and musician Larry Smith plays the third Stooge in this week's Columbia Short Feature, "We're Drinking Together Alone Again." Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/join/TRGMH/

We were encouraged to get into this massive slab of wonder by Hank Teverbaugh, who works (in some capacity!) with Leon Russell's estate. We were glad to do it and we are happy to work double time getting this bad boy ready for the "airwaves." Leon Russell has played on records you know and love, and probably played things on albums you assumed were played by some member of the actual group. His musical talents were extraordinary, and his voice is greasy like bacon. Feast your ears. Support TRGMH...

Rick Sell of Pure Salem Guitars brings us the "none more heavy" slab of post-Ozzy Black Sabbath, an album that changed his life, and their second outing with the magical presence of the diminutive Ronnie James Dio. The riffs come hard and fast (from the band as well) and there is some controversy about this and that. No blows were struck, or anything like that. Plus it's hard to hit someone over the telephone, isn't it? Support TRGMH on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/join/TRGMH/

A very, very patient and understanding Michael "The Millionaire" Cudahy (Christmas, Combustible Edison) stands outside the primate enclosure and has a discussion with the occupants about one of his favorite albums by one of his favorite bands: Sparks' "Kimono My House." There are a few moments of howling, fruit flinging, and armpit scratching, but Michael seems to have a rapport with the beasts and the whole thing comes to a satisfying conclusion. Support TRGMH on Patreon: https://www.patreon.co...

Los Angeles calling, with long-time Lou Reed aficionado, booster, and scholar Azalia Snail. She keeps putting dimes in the pay phone to tell her story of Transformer, the 1972 album that made sure Lou would make the "history books," and her interaction with various characters portrayed within. Rob and Barry try and keep up, as usual, running like Yogi and Boo Boo against that two-second Hanna Barbera background loop. Support TRGMH on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/join/TRGMH/

Joey Maya suffers the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, again, as we go to West Berlin in 1977 for Iggy Pop's tour-de-force masterpiece "Lust For Life." It's an album that got under all of our skin. His wry humor and dark subject matter still give you a strange sensation, make you want to peek out of your curtains. Recorded Live at The Laserwolf, with the ever gracious Chris Bellus providing the grease to loosen the screws at the back of the tongue. Let's take a ride. Support us on Patreo...

We find ourselves living in a shotgun shack, in another part of the world, with Tom Lawery, discussing the shocking vinyl disc that appeared on record store shelves in October, 1980. Rob and Barry get into it a couple of times, all because Minnie Mouse and Goofy can't keep their hands to themselves, your honor. Tom is knowledgeable, patient, and reasonable, which stands in stark contrast to the clown college rejects on the other two mics. (BTW It's a good one.) Help us pay to get our cars back f...

A voicemail from almost thirty years ago launches That Record Got Me High into orbit – to escape Earth's coming collision with a rogue planet – and to give Tom Smith the space he needs. He needs space, and time, to evangelize for one of those albums that you NEED to hear but haven't: Prehistoric Sounds, the third album by The Saints, who soon after were "Stranded" by their label, their looks, and their members' diverging interests. What happened? They were three years too early with the horns, t...

Recidivist / Habitual Offender Jeffrey Weaver calls in from his safe house in rural Massachusetts, to risk capture and 30 years to life in the big house discussing Bee Thousand, Guided By Voices 1994 low-fi treasure trove. A lot of people are saying, I'm hearing from a lot of people, that this is THE ONE, the GBV album to have if you've got to pick just one. Find out in this week's exciting episode of That Record Got Me High. Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/join/TRGMH/

Adrian Morales, who has a great story to share apart from his passion for The Might Be Giants, takes us into the weird and wonderful universe of the two Johns: Flansburgh and Linnell. The two creatures pictured on the cover, despite ordinarily being mortal enemies in the natural world, are actually friends in real life, and share a passion for baking, philately, ballroom dancing, and model spacecraft. Please support That Record Got Me High on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/join/TRGMH/

Kingston via Birmingham via Miami via Camila Risso is how we get to That Record Got Me High's first foray into reggae, with Steel Pulse's "True Democracy." Driven by David Hinds' flawless vocals and a crack band, playing tracks with lots of rhythmic hiccups and turnarounds, it's a great headphone album as well as one to blast from your apartment window. Rob and Barry interrogate Camila about her reggae credentials, and she's got them. Support That Record Got Me High on Patreon: https://www.patre...

Last week's guest becomes this week's subject in a clever sleight-of-hand made possible by Rob and his good friend Sam Fogarino, Interpol drummer of 20 years, Swervedriver fan – and musical collaborator with Adam Franklin. Mezcal Head is a euphoric masterpiece of guitar orchestration, melodic bliss, and flat out kick ass rock. If you haven't heard it, you should, and we'll try and convince you in our own "special" way. Please support our podcast on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/join/TRGMH/

This episode plays out like a clash of three titans: Swervedriver's Adam Franklin...vs. Moe and Curly Howard. We've never faced a challenger from Oxford, England (we've done Oxford, Mississippi), but suffice to say the corner man should have thrown in the towel for us before the intellectual knockout blows were landed. It was, however, our great pleasure to talk about The Stranglers with someone who appreciates their oddness and brilliance, and who probably knows the names of all the pieces on a...

Chris White is not a grifter, as far as we know, and frankly we didn't get close enough for him get his hand in our pockets. But he didn't try and sell us any life-changing vitamin supplements. He did bring this wonderful 1993 piece of work by Memphis's Grifters. It's a beautifully low-fi melange of blues, psych, and ever-shifting melodic wonderment, apparently spinning a tale of insomnia at the hands of Owsley Stanley's specialty. No bad vibes here though, guaranteed bruh. Support our Patreon: ...

Thanks to much-celebrated guitarist Bill Orcutt, That Record Got Me High has now driven into the proverbial Everglades and begun wading around, in the dark. The alligators are sure to take notice, and who can blame them? Daring to approach 17-now-18-year-old wunderkind Billie Eilish, and her pop masterpiece, as 55+ dads, is bound to elicit some stink eye. We did it though, didn't we? Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/join/TRGMH/