Episodes

Like two old goats fighting over a rusty coffee can, Barry and Rob lock horns over Rob's pick of Emo concept album “The Black Parade.” It's more of a classic rock record than anything, which Barry delights in pointing out, while Rob follows the album's narrative thread until said thread sort of goes off the rails. Both Styx and Beck come up, although no Styx songs were used in the production of this podcast, I promise.

Back to basics for That Record Got Me High, with your lovable(?) cohosts hitting on that hot girl at the bar, 1974’s “Secret Treaties” by Blue Oyster Cult. Beguiling, obtuse, impenetrable and smart, with an Oz behind the curtains flipping switches and using advanced mind-control techniques on enthralled listeners. It’s an amazing album, and it left us kneeling in the rain.

Bassist Tony “Qualls in” from Tampa to give us the “Load down” on a brilliant slice of punk metal from NO MEANS NO, Canadians who helped pioneer the sound taken to much greater commercial heights by others in the 1990s. Wrong is a start-to-finish fantastic album, which barely pauses to take a breath between sprints of intense, precise and aggro riffing. https://nomeansnomusic.bandcamp.com/album/wrong

Jeffrey Lee Pierce and his band the Gun Club created a singular masterpiece in 1981, “Fire Of Love.” When we asked South Florida local and legendary musician Charlie Pickett if he wanted to come on the show, he said yes, and “Fire Of Love” was the first, second and third choice of what record he wanted to discuss. Both of us were very much on board with it, as the record still stands as a pure realization of an artist deeply committed to bringing the real sound of the late 20s delta blues into t...

Last week we had a Duran Duran fanatic, and this week we follow suit with a Siouxsie & The Banshees superfan, Woody Compton, half of the web comic “Is This Tomorrow.” We struggle to find fault with anything in this album, and it's place in the pantheon is well-deserved. Juju is a masterpiece, and perhaps the late John McGeoch's finest half of an hour.

We wanted to have Teajay come on the show because she makes all of our lives better and more interesting, and she is a Duran Duran super fan. Her choice is their US breakout album, Rio, which introduced the world and especially a lot of young women to the extremely handsome and likewise talented boys. It's a mighty fine album, and the videos are legendary documents of the early 1980s.

Josh Clemons calls in from the DEEP South to help us out as we aggrandize the in-no-way-in-need-of-aggrandizing #1 Record by Memphis, Tennessee's talented Big Star. Their songs of teen angst and proto-power pop music wouldn't get their due for more than a decade, but man…this stuff is fantastic. As with any good Southern rock and roll story, there's emotional instability, conflicted feelings, and a good old dose of that old time religion (at least on Chris Bell's part). As mentioned in the episo...

Live at The Laser Wolf, three boys who were dragged by the ear by their moms into the husky section at Sears back in the 70s to buy clothes to get beat up in school in – (whew) – take a few swings at Too Much Too Soon, the second and final album by The New York Dolls’ original lineup. Mark Dubin cries a couple of times, and an infamous racist Florida restaurant gets dredged up from the tarpit of history. (A very enjoyable episode.)

Another piecemeal masterpiece, as Joe and Co.'s original 1977 UK debut gets sliced and diced with added spice, and Battalion of Saints and Reactions drummer Joey Maya plugs his new book of lurid tales. We're not really worthy to talk about this album, but true to form, we suit up and drive around the track in the TRGMH clown car.

A Stones album of tarted-up outtakes from the previous decade gets the once over with the sharpened sticks by Rob, Barry and guest Steve Grothmann, who escaped from Tampa with only the cassette player on his back and a song in his underpants. Turns out it's a pretty great record, and better than ones they probably worked harder on.

The inimitable and suave Frank Falestra, aka Rat Bastard, condo board president and retired Airline President, joins Rob and Barry to discuss the recorded works of Mark Edwards under the band name My Dad Is Dead. His 2005 release A Divided House is what Rat wanted to focus on, and we manage to focus, a little, in between phone calls and ribald stories. Apologies to Mark Edwards for another round of armchair psychoanalysis by the TRGMH peanut gallery. This one was, indeed, a lot of fun.

Rob, Barry and Jesse Small from Milk Spot gnaw like poodles on the second of Frank Zappa's post-head injury discs, the Eskimo-infested and Cosmik Debris-buffeted “Apostrophe”, all while drinking the fine concoctions (well, Rob and Barry anyway) poot forth by The Laser Wolf. Frank survives unscathed, despite having died 25 years ago, and still continuing to influence young bon vivants like Jesse.

Holly Tavel calls in on a rotary phone from a distant galaxy to discuss the mysterious Lawrence and his band Felt. We try and keep up with L and his compatriot Maurice Deebank through the course of their third album, although it is admitted that our chisels don't make much of an impact on the edifice, impressive and vexing though it is. The haunting daylight mystery remains unscathed.

Rob and guest Derek Hyde take turns piloting the river boat up the Great Miami River to Dayton, Ohio, home of the prolific, erratic genius Robert Pollard. The cargo is Guided By Voices' 1992 album Propellor, the album which PROPELLED them into great acclaim and a career in the wider spaces. Barry is allowed to look at the scenery but is sent below deck like Lurch in The Addams Family when he makes comparisons with another 1992 musical act. Rob and Derek come ashore, erect their temple, set about...

Broward County's lovable(?), voluble dullards manage to rope in an actual authority to discuss the very very English Village Green Preservation Society by The Kinks. Marianne Spellman, who travelled with and photographed The Kinks on their early 1980s tours, brings her lifelong love and knowledge of Ray, Dave et co. to our ribald den of cobbled together bullshit, and elevates things considerably.

We follow Dorothy (Tim Moffatt) down the Yellow Brick Road to hell, as he espouses a "unique" conspiracy theory regarding Butthole Surfers' 1993 Independent Worm Saloon. By the end we are all in for human sacrifice and special Kool Aid.

The Sabbs emerge from the potent sludge of Vol. 4 with a decidedly nuanced effort, featuring synths and orchestration, but with some of their heaviest riffs as well. Rob, Barry, and guest Brandon Samdahl get into their teenage costumes and travel back to when they first heard the metal masterpiece, Sabbath Bloody Sabbath. thatrecordgotmehigh.com trgmh33@gmail.com

Garry Messick comes aboard the leaky submarine of That Record Got Me High and mans the pump, keeping Rob and Barry from plummeting into the crushing inky depths. We also talk about Nick Lowe's “Jesus Of Cool” via its (actually better) US counterpart, "Pure Pop For Now People.” All they said 'get in', get in. thatrecordgotmehigh.com trgmh33@gmail.com

Steve Michener phones it in, just like we asked him to, to talk about his favorite album of all time: Modern Lovers by Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers. Rob and Barry drink and interrupt, and offer poorly-sourced opinions and historically inaccurate anecdotes. Steve did great though, and everything he said is 100% true, according to him. thatrecordgotmehigh.com trgmh33@gmail.com

Rob picks a childhood favorite and waxes eloquent about the contents thereof. Barry is along for the ride, and provides humorous asides a la W.C. Fields. Email us at trgmh33@gmail.com or visit our website for links and artwork at thatrecordgotmehigh.com

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When our big-league guest got sidelined by a family emergency, we had to scramble for a suitable subject that we could dissect without a lot of fuss. Back From Samoa to the rescue! Angry Samoans 1982 hardcore punk classic in all it's 17:49 glory. Songs about Hitler's cock, serial killers, you name it, it's an all-purpose romp through the "twisted mind" of Metal Mike and Co. Email us: trgmh33@gmail.com Our new website: thatrecordgotmehigh.com

Mott The Hoople are the band hiding around the corner of many other more famous ensembles, having been influential and beloved in the music community more so than in the public eye. Their biggest hit was written for them as a desperation move by David Bowie to keep them together, and it worked. Rob and Barry try not to embarrass themselves for the 16th time, to no avail. http://thatrecordgotmehigh.com

Barry and Rob get in the car with the late Lewis Allan Reed, “Lou”, and drive up and down the dirty boulevard of NYC in 1989, and visit the street scenes and apartment-dwelling vignettes strikingly captured in song. We decided that there was too much on this album to get right in one episode, so we're splitting it into two. Part two of two. trgmh33@gmail.com http://thatrecordgotmehigh.com