The trashcan obsessional

Hello der.  Got a few emails from the noodknicks that read this pile of laziness politely askin’ me to update this sleepy beast.  I’ve wanted to, trust me.  Been in the throws of movin’/reaclimatin’ the body to big ol’ bike rides and WAY too many weddings.  The past weekend had me in the far reaches of Broadway, VA neck deep in beer brewers/lovers-of-Kolsch/way-to-wasted line cooks.  Decided to dress to the nines only to be mocked by Cornell Sander’s autistic, Neo Nazi of a great grandson for being a little “TOO FRAT” as compared to my relaxed version of self in college.  Fuck off.  It was a wedding my friend!  A celebration of effaced hesitation, yet utter enjoyment of long lost friends!  Props to the J Crew model who was noddin’ and winkin’ the whole time.

The new batch of vinyl has been killin the eardrums of a dude.  First up is the new Thomas Function on Alive! Records.  Why these fake-ass Shamans have been dismissin’ this Alabama crew as dolts of the lazy VU ilk is beyond me(fuck, are other heads really callin’ this new wave?).  These dudes really have tapped into that outthere/randomness of great pop acts of the 60s/70s past without soundin’ too wrapped up in it.  “I Can’t Say No” is one of those thangs that make your gizzards justly bounce in a hectic fury of fun.  Keep the fun rolling and piss on the weirdpunk banner if this is gonna be the output of bands to come.  Lovely.

Speakin’ of Tom bands, HOW DID I MISS THOMAS JEFFERSON SLAVE APARTMENTS when I was in college?  Sure, begrudgingly so, Built to Spill got me into that kinda under music (thanks audiogalaxy/napster/soulseek) but this would have never blinked on my radar at that time.  Based outa what I now consider the music blood lettin’ sanctuary that is Ohio, TJSA were just a fuckin’ anomoly.  Been wakin’ up and shavin’ to “Half Off,” a song of hookers gnawin’ off their legs, dudes peein in the woods, findin’ each other and eating body parts, and finally finding a masterbating Jesus?  All under an insanely catchy rock sock?  IT AINT NOISE I PROMISE.  These guys were tapped into something completely outa its  time/place/space.  They still are.

Newish Billy Bao releases on S-S (one of the best games in town) records imprint as well as Parts Unknown (still love seeing dudes on scooters in Richmond rockin’ Violent Minds Tees. One of the badassish hardcore groups still in the races.). Truely great Brainbombs tinged gnarliness. More processed/treated but the ungodly sentiments are still intact. Pain and frustration are wholy there, but clarified and more visable. Thanks.