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.