Yawning Man, soaring in the desert, like a god
In the beginning of the 2000’s (Bowie suggested to call them The Naughties once on the BowieNet Messageboard) I discovered Queens of the Stone Age and then Kyuss and Brant Bjork and Mark Lanegan, great music to run to because it makes you feel you’re soaring over the road. Desert Rock. Then I found out about two of the greatest bands ever that hardly anyone knows, although they are the godfathers of Desert Rock: Fatso Jetson and Yawning Man.
Yawning Man was almost mythical until a few years back. Josh Homme and Mark Lanegan talked about the band but it was hard to find any recordings of it. It played in the Californian desert where Homme and Bjork and all those guys gathered. I found their albums, there were two, on eBay and that must have been at least 15 years ago or so and I swear I still can’t get enough of them and play them almost every day.
There’s something wild and hypnotic about Yawning Man’s music, it makes me feel like a god in a vast empty space, it’s so spiritual and primeval, it’s one of the coolest things I’ve ever heard.
Thanks to the Internet you can get easy access to Yawning Man (and Fatso Jetson) now and they’ve brought out new albums on almost a yearly basis since a couple of years. All good albums but those first two albums, Rock Formations and Pot Head, nothing tops those two.
There’s an even obscurer band: Yawning Sons. Really cool too.
The video above is the registration of a performance under the sign of the Covid shitfest misery we’re all suffering under and part of a new live album. I highly recommend it. (PB)
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