The trashcan obsessional

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.