The trashcan obsessional

Just got a new one on the tape deck from Russ Waterhouse’s (Blues Control) imprint White Tapes.  The Wild Gunmen are a duo/trio? outa Cinncity that have a serious drug problem.  They rip and tear at the songs they put together that bemoan a real hatred of one’s self that get to me.  It’s real as real can be, and it scares the living shit out of a dude.  You’ve got real songs here, and the depravity that eek out of banjo/fiddle/heavy-on-the-bass drumming/WRETCHED ass vocals just straight stick on your body.  Haven’t come across something this disturbing in a long long time.  It reminds me of NOTHING.  Songs of Jesus, drug addiction, paranoia and loathing to the highest degree.  Find it.  Somewhere.

Low and behold, I’ve been thrust back into this writing position once again.  I’ve been enamored by so much tunage thrown my way, that I can’t help but annoy the three of you that read this hunkin’ pile of crap.  Right on.

An archived released I believe, this Dave E. and the Cool Marriage Counselors 7″ is an absolute blast from the blast and cam out of nowhere.  Before Dave from the Electric Eels hugged the side of Saint Michael, he released some weirdbeard solo stuff.  Who runs this Christmas Pets label?  Three odd blasts of complete befuddlement comes from the depth of Dave E’s drug addled skull.  He’s a lyricist ladies and gents.  Acapella, kids xylophone, beat up horns/guitars, its all a stage for Dave gettin all gnarl dawg status.  Been bangin’ this thing hard.

Miami’s Electric Bunnies continue to stump the shit out of a bro.  They are all over the place!  Kevin Failure has deemed da dudes ”Miami’s answer to Pink Reason.”

And for due reason.  The kid like angst that blurts out of these pop songs is as dirty as what Pink Reason coughed up in all of their various releases in 07.

The ”Chewing Gum” 7″ on Florida is Dying is just another odd sidestep in these gent’s catalogue of undefinablity (who needs/wants it?)  Frantic punk/distorded power pop/insane Boredom’s style blurts/and some serious nodding out loneliness is all over this fuckin’ thing.  KEEP IT COMING.

I don’t know how to talk about Sex Vid.  I’m completely in love with the crew, and their name has been shouted from the the bellyards for the past fiscal year,

so what can I add?  Not alot.  The Void comparison is apt, but, they take this giant fuck-all of a mess and turn it into legit noisy-ass hardcore.  It’s up my alley big time.

Been a gnarly coupla weeks my dear friends.  Between bumpin knoggin’s with 45 (soon to be 46) drunk divorcees and random boughts of fun in the Burg, who’s got time to praddle on like a damn shaved ape?  Yesterday was a blur of insanity at the all to fratty Buddy’s.  Highly recommended waterin’ hole for those lookin’ for the seedy underbelly of west end rejects.  BUT ONLY ON SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.  they all spill in from bein’ forced fed eggs and meth over at Godfrey’s and they are thirsty for more.  Truely a sight to behold.

New tunage has been pourin in left and right.  Newness to follow.  Here’s a lil’ mix i made for a brotha.

1. Lamps - Eliseo (2:19)
2. Ice Cube - The Nigga Ya Love to Hate (3:13)
3. Holy Shit! - I Shot Brock (0:57)

4. Fag Cop - I’m Fucking Dead (1:31)
5. Electric Bunnies - Eat Worms (1:43)
6. Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments - Baboon’s Liver (2:56)
7. Pink Reason - Throw It Away (4:24)
8. Billy Bao - B2 My Life is Shit (3:01)
9. Guinea Worms - Box of Records (4:00)
10. Le Club des Chats - A3 Miaou-Miaou (0:53)
11. Tyvek - Mary Ellen Claims (2:23)
12. Sex Vid - Trainwreck (1:41)
13. Eat Skull - Seeing Things (1:46)
14. Pissed Jeans - Fantasy World (3:38)
15. A Frames - Side B - Traction (2:21)
16. Dan Melchior und das Menace - I Am a Lightbulb (3:03)
17. Slugfuckers - Cacophony (2:55)
18. The Fall - C.R.E.E.P. (2:56)
19. brainbombs - jack the ripper lover (5:27)
20. Shoot It Up - Alcohol (0:50)
21. Hank IV - Side A - Dirty Poncho (2:12)
22. Caroliner - Wine Can’t Do It, Wife Won’t Do (4:53)
23. Cadaver in Drag - B1 Fuck This Place (9:35)

see yas dudes soon

tom from siltbreeze got me all amped on Circle Of Ouroborus tonight.  Wasn’t expectedin’ this brand of metal tonight.  By all means, this ain’t metal!  This is just straight bummed out pit of nothingness forward rock!  I guess it’s two dudes from finland pounding out harshness i haven’t heard in a long time (seriouslly smacks of the loner pink reason vibe).  They span the sonic globe from Raven/meatmen dumb/Fusitusha/whatthekidsarelovin Blank Dogs out there status.  Can I find this anywhere?

Not for nothin’ but damn son, I miss goin’ to shows!  The bankroll has been pinched pretty hard on my own acord, with hopes of domestic bliss.  Buyin’ a house shouldn’t be such a feat in this fishscale year should it?  It’s all good.  There ain’t nothin comin this way until March anyways.  Lookin’ forward to the rowdiness of Shoot it Up and Holy Shit! in the Spring.  Thinkin’ about headin’ down to Texas for the SXSW weekend of insanity.  What a line up this year!  The old bones are shakin in the bags of Hank IV!  Last year’s “Third Person Shooter” made Top of the Pops for lots and lots of heads whos rekkid collects exceed their social life.  The Bad Trips (ex-Monoshock bros) are a sure hit with the godsmoke smokin’ dimwits and pcp garblin weirdos.  Psychedelic Horseshit will flip multiple heads as well.  God damn I gotta get down there!

Missin’ Charlie Gocher right now.  Takin’ in ”The Handsome Stranger” in all its fuckedupsplendor as we speak.   You remember the first time you heard Sun City Girls?  I betcha you got laid out too!  Was supposed to see em back in ‘03.  I was headin’ north bound to Philly with a few bros, slammin Coors Light in the back of a truck, and then J Bibbles got a nasty phone call statin’ that his brother-in-law past in his sleep in a hotel room in Kentucky.  Couldn’t really get past that to see a once in a life time show.  RIP brotha on both accounts.

Quote of the Decade:

“I see someone like Devendra Banhart, and to me it’s fascinating that he’s able to create a context in which the scene in Animal House where the folk singer’s bashed over the head with a guitar never happened. In his context, not all of America saw that movie, laughed, and agreed that folk music was annoying. And I never thought that I’d live inside a context like that.” –David Berman, Silver Jews

Sittin’ around waitin’ on a client of mine.  I’m in a chill ass little soup house twiddlin’ away at a new little contraption that is makin my life more technocratic by the nanosecond, and this old bird starts chirpin’ at me.  ”Whatcha got thats under ten bucks?”  ”If you’re a gamblin’ women, which by the looks of that white terricloth jumpsuit, you gots to be, I got a few junx that will make you haulicinate for under ten SEVEN CLAMS.”  Aparently it was non-sequitor conversation, cause she flipped things towards my whereabouts of growin’ up.  I hint towards Tidewater, and her snappy response was “Ain’t that were the 700 club resides?”  ”Unfortunately so ma’am.  Unfortunately so.”  ”Why is that little man?” “Cause if i was claimin’ I have a yearly meetin’ with our Lord n’ Savour, I’d commit myself to the closest pajama BIN ASAP.”  She crowed back, “I shouldn’t be gettin’ muddy in these waters” and clammered off.  Pissed me right the fuck off!  I have my meetin’ with my client, and start hoverin’ round town, and low and behold, two hours later she’s trottin’ hot shit in that same suit at a modest 15 MPH.  Flipppered her the bird and cawed “ALL THAT BASTARD SAID WAS THAT OIL WAS GONNA BE 150 A BARRELL.   JEBUS H CHRIST DON’T GIVE TWO SHITS!@!”  I was a little forward I know, but don’t corner up and punk out please.  ”Ever hear of the ‘Case for Christ?’ It’s on VIDEO NOW.”

NP:

Dry Rot - Submission 7″ (painkiller records)

Times New Viking - Rip It Off LP (matador records)

A-Frames - 2 LP (s-s records)

Quicky but alrighty roll call.  The rock has been quite nice to me lately.  The payola has been stickin’ to my sides, so I called the Mail Order nurse to scrape the scrape of the sides.

Catholic Boys - ”Fixed” 7″ (sweet rot)

Hue Blanc’s Joyless Ones ”Arriere Garde” LP (s-s records)

Electric Eels - “Eyeball of Hell” DBL LP (scat records)

Holy Shit! - s/t LP (Criminal IQ) totally got the cover of maximum rock n’ roll a month back i think.  great humourous hardcore.

tv ghost - “Atomic Rain” 7″ (die statsi)

Coaxed by a brotha to skip town down into the recesses of this lovely Commonwealth.  He’d never really gotten down with Hanoi Rocks, cause he’s one of them musician types that gripes about the 80s production values of a snare!  Paf!  The only time i wrap my rat brain around that kinda shit is when i’m tryin to figure out of the mic was submerged in fical matter or tapioca.  Anyhow, the virtues of Hanoi Rocks need to be extoled upon here.  But Battleship probably deserves a few words.

From Oakland, home of new/old cage rattlers Sixteen Bitch Pile-Up/Inca Ore/Demhuza Yellow Swans/various JRK bands/etc etc comes yee ol’ damn  Battleship!  I know it’s not really worth anyones salt to dig through the electronic firin’ in one’s

noggin’ to check off where this beautiful fucking racket is coming from, but it blurts itself out wonderfuly.  Fractured Flaginess

/Chicago mid 90s horn skronk (at times)/San Fran vocal skreech.  Stuff that Touch and Go was belchin’ out during the entirety of it’s 90s

existance.  Growin’ up in the Beach, VA got my ears atuned to this kinda grime early on.  Smackin’ of early Rye Coalition with a severe case

of terrettes, Battleship shakes the livin’ shit out of their songs.  Tweeked with a little bit of that Weasel Walters production, the album has a nice

veneer of sonic grud plattered all throughout.  Worth the price of admission.
http://www.ononswitch.com/catalog/011.html
http://www.terminal-boredom.com/battleship.html

BUT ROANOKE I LOVE YOU.  Bill, the weed smoker in Spikes Pool Hall, I salute you ten times over.  Your ”Afgini” really hit home with a mildly

drunk brother with nothin’ to do but get bothered.  I enjoyed your banter about your three child tier of VT students, your hatred for your ex-wife, and for your love of pool.  When your cup did spilleth, I done laugheth.  You sir, are the spice of life.