Jul 14, 2018

Smashin' Podsistors 37: And all of the colors are black


The fish have been biting but adulting has kept me away from finding out for myself. Hell, I've only been to the beach twice this summer.


In episode 37 there are some Aussies contorting a mid 70's Adult Contemporary smash, the Buzzcocks,  a couple things that cop the Buzzcocks, punk-psych, space-punk, bong-gazers and oodles more.

 What You'll Hear:

Superhelicopter - Rock 'n 'roll Nightmare
Daytime Drugs - Space Station Blues
Compulsive Gamblers - Quit This Town
Carol Jones - Don't Destroy Me
The Lavender Flu - Leaking Past
-Your host speaks-
Slowcoaches - Found Down
Circle Jerks - Operation
Dead Meadow - Nobody Home
Patois Counselors - Terrible Likeness
Tang Soleil - Canadian Son (To Terry Jacks)
-Your host speaks-
Germ House - Crawl Into the Past
Outer Spacist - Gyrfalcon Flight
Rose Mercie - The End of Love
The Shifters - My Little Town
Country Teasers - Points of View
-Your host speaks-
Trash Knife - Locked Out
Liquids - Not Fun
Buzzcocks - Love Battery
Lassie - Zegway Cop
Elton Motello - Pogo Pogo
-Your host speaks-

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Jul 9, 2018

JEFFREY EVANS and ROSS JOHNSON "Caldonia" 7inch


When Baron Ross Johnson and Monsuier Jeffrey Evans hang out, it is anyone's guess as to what kind of devilry may happen. Bad jokes and tales of misspent youth are common and a spilled drink of some sort is not unexpected. It also usually leads to music being made.

Reverberating like they recorded this at the bottom of a handle of Dickel No. 8, the two bang away at two deep south folk standards, mangling something that has been heard done a billion ways into something ripped bare and bleeding. If you're familiar with the Original Panther Burns single that Spacecase released a few months back, this has the same stripped-down hanging out in a living room feel. The difference though is that the record Ross did with Tav sounds like a dapper afternoon. This is very late night and rumpled.

"Caldonia" gets battered and then left for dead in an auto salvage yard. Backward and blanging blues bite from Mr. Evans six strings as he howls, while Mr. Johnson taps and whacks a rhythm that paces a path only it knows. Sounding like he's using trash cans lids as cymbals, the metallic crash and rattle give the whole thing a before there was an Einstürzende Neubauten there were hillbillies.

"Cotton Fields" bursts out, gets all wobbly, breaks down and then falls into an oddly shaped pocket and then catches a countryside stride. The only thing missing was a choir of barroom angels to join in on the chorus.
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Jun 28, 2018

COUNTER INTUITS "Vietnamese Lighter" 7inch


If I was asked to pick my most favorite song off Counter Intuits last album, Monosyllabilly, I'd have a rough time narrowing it down to just one. I hope no one asks me which side of this new single by 'em is my favorite because I will have just as hard of a time choosing one over the other.

Comprised of Columbus, Ohio weird punk legend Ron House (Great Plains, Ego Summit and, of course, Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments) and Jared Phillips of semi-legendary no-fi debased pop noisesters Times New Viking, the duo has an aptness of creating something both melodic yet discomforting and simplistic yet puzzling.

Incorporating tones and clanks that may or may not be played on perversely tuned lutes and other corrupted ancient instruments, "Vietnamese Lighter" resembles a Far Eastern fever dream involving a tsunami. Some sounds swirl in unearthly patterns emitting things that might be observed as hi-brow by a particular crowd while others bash as out a buzz that's akin to primate preformed garage rock to keep everything in check. Standing in the eye of this storm is Ron, who in a creaky tone spins a tale about a nefarious river excursion.



Flipping the record takes the flipside analogy practically literally because "Edge" sounds practically straightforward and normal in comparison. Of course, in the world of the Counter Intuits, words like straightforward and normal are relative. To these ears, it sounds like a rock anthem.



A bashed to bits rock anthem found under a bunch of coil springs that are being eaten every second by midwest rust but a rock anthem none the less.
Get lit at Total Punk

Jun 21, 2018

Smashin' Podsistors 36: SPACE FORCE!!!



The term “Space Force” popped up in the news again a bit this week. All I keep picturing is some lame comic book published by Harvey or Charlton Comics. Either that or one of those comic books some kid down the block gave you and the story ends up having a "Come visit our Sunday School and get saved" message.

A better ending would be where the villain is a brand named squatter and he gets hurled towards the sun. Sure, the universe will smell really gross for a little while after he is burnt to nothing but ash. Then though we can clean up and move forward again.


What you'll hear:
Electric Eels -Cyclotron
Germ House - Bedroom Walls
The Eyes - I'm Rowed Out
The Sueves  - Drifting
Raspberries - Tonight
-words from your host-
School Damage - Scump Damage 3
Josef K - The Angle
Chronophage - 13th Ward
Solex - Peppy Solex
Jon Spencer - Do The Trash Can
-words from you host- 
Private Sector - Survival (Is Killing Me)
Johnny Tyler - Devil's Slate
Construction Paper - Edge of the Sidewalk
Kid Chrome - Pall Mall 100's
-words from your host-
En Attendant Ana - This Could Be
Dead Meadow - I'm so Glad
Shark Toys - Maze
Gino and the Goons - Watch You Shine
The Cramps - Mystery Plane
-words from your host-  

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Jun 15, 2018

KID CHROME "I've Had It" 7inch EP


Kid Chrome is the alter-ego of Pacific Northwest punk rock band Lysol member Chad. Like Lysol, Kid Chrome play a loud and nasty brand of punk rock. At times, Lysol smear lines between early hardcore, artsy punk and rock-n-roll. Kid Chrome is more just about the straight up rock-n-roll thing though.

When I say that I don't mean that it is done in some fake swagger/look at my tattoos and watch me pretend to drink a whole 5th of bourbon kind of way. I mean more in the way like in the 70's when rock-n-roll was left for dead by most who then chose to listen to ELP or James Taylor. I'm talking more about the fiends scattered around the planet who cranked up their Stooges, MC5 and New York Dolls albums at full blast and then begat bands like the Pagans and the Dead Boys.

Now, I know there are bands out there claiming they are doing that right now, but plenty of them come off sounding and looking like the fake swagger thing I already mentioned.  Kid Chrome are not guilty of such things.

Guitars sound like their braying at the moon on "I've Had It." The lonely and desperate howl of them makes perfect sense when Chad starts hooting and hollering sounding somewhere between a wolfchild fathered by Lux Interior and an elementary school-aged Jay Reatard locked in his room with only a Mr. Microphone and a case of Jolt Cola to keep him company.


While that blast of lo-fi mind losing proves to be quite savage, a wall of noise grows to more obnoxious and bad-tempered heights when the record is flipped over. The ode to a budget brand of cigarettes, "Pall Mall 100s", is like being stuck in a hurricane of black lunged amplifier abuse and "Don't Walk" makes sure that you follow the orders it's commanding with a violently jerking and sloshing which makes it hard for anyone within an earshot to keep proper balance.

Get electroplated at Neck Chop Records.

Jun 11, 2018

The TOTAL REJECTION Wrapping Yourself In Silver Foil Won't Save You From The Blast LP


We here at Smashin' Transistors like a lot of hiss in our Psychedelia. Something a bit fried where there's a sizzling and seared sound coming over the speakers. When it gets kicked around and becomes battered with a bit of pop-art abuse.

We also dig our space rock much more when it has covered in cosmic debris. Y'know, when wub-wub-wub pulsations are bewitching and narcotic and not simply a practice of hebetude.

We also don't mind things that some would call out at as shoegazey or compare to the Jesus & Mary Chain's Honey's Dead album as long as they've got blasts and some grind and not just sound like piles and piles of itchy blankets. Bonus points if it's a bit lo-fi but make the best of it out a need of necessity and not sounding like it was recorded on a low budget for some sake of gimmickry.

It seems if we were to get into a discussion of such things with Bristol, England's Total Rejection,  an eye to eye agreement would be made on all the above.

Since the third point here applies to most of their album Wrapping Yourself In Silver Foil Won't Save You From The Blast, let's address the first two and then some.

While the Who made the claim of maximizing R&B, they also became a bit too much long winded and pompous by the time 1968 blew themselves into a direction they didn't seem to be too much on the year before. Freakbeat was long gone. Opera was way in.

The "pop-art" the Total Rejection seems to fancy is more along the lines of John's Children and the Creation in that respect. The album's opener, "The Legendary Orgasm (Everything In My Mind Is Groovy" is a not so subtle nod to the former in both title but as well as attitude. "Did You Fall Out The Window" is a sweaty three chord bouncer which laughs at mishaps of others and brings a burnt to a crisp attitude that may encourage even more reckless behavior. "Bending Spoons" serves up a similar bit of scorched brain rock but stewed even more in some kinda soul music rock-n-roll stew. Both of which are colored with the fluorescent splatters of the latter.




While such tracks show the band earthbound and rolling around in the dirt, when engines engage to leave the planet, the route to across the stars is mapped through clouds of space dust, which the band gladly inhales and exhales for particular exultations. Planets, where cavemen work on training space insects to send Krautrock morse code messages to distant lands, are discovered on "Licking Furniture (You'll Find Me On The Left)" and "Vampire Cat (Itches.)"


When the Total Rejection land their lunar module they know it is not a solid soil. It's a spongy surface like the one "Party Seven" seems to be built. It's wobbly and a bit dizzying but staggering around in the buzz that comes from it.

Get defected at Raving Pop Blast

Jun 3, 2018

Smashin' Podsistors 35: They measure the beat to understand the situation


Did pop music's king have has Kool Aid dosed with psychedelic compounds for the purposes of animated film when he was a child?

What happens when a son discusses proto-punk history with his dad?


Are those questions answered? That is for all of us to surmise. Let your eardrums chew on the sounds of episode 35 of the Smashin' Transistors podcast and gather for yourself what they concluded.

What you'll hear:
Nikki Sudden - Channel Steamer
    Iceage - Pain Killer
    Patois Counselors - The Modern Station
    Times New Viking - New Times, New Hope
    T-Model Ford - Can't Be Touched
    -words from your host-
    Gen Pop - No Identify
    Set-Top Box - Company Time
    Wooden Shjips - Red Line
    Vertigo - Smoked
    Glass Traps - Super Protected
    -words from your host-
    Outer Spacist - Peripheral Visions
    The Total Rejection - Party Seven
    Füxa - Our Lips Are Sealed
    Jackson 5 - I'll Bet You
    The Mystery Girls - Quit Your Flying Around
   -words from your host-
    Red Mass - Rat Race
    Gallery Night - Young Love Doesn't Last
    Sonic's Rendezvous Band - City Slang
    Pineapple RnR - Rain Cage
    Spacemen 3 - I Love You
-words from your host- 

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May 22, 2018

Smashin' Podsistors 34: It's A Bob Seger Free Weekend!


This weekend is Memorial Day Weekend in the US of A. In the state of Michigan, it marks the unofficial start of summer. "A Bob Seger free weekend" is probably against the law to declare in this state on such a weekend (or any weekend for that fact.)

I bet right now there are weird uncles, creepy dads and dirty grandfathers making some ultimate 3 day weekend Bob Seger mix to celebrate with while they scorch hot dogs and then serve them on a paper plate with the American flag printed on them.

I will hopefully avoid such situations this weekend. Oh. and don't waste your time or mine commenting stuff like "but the System ruled, dude." Yeah, I know they did. I grew up here and have heard Bob everyday of my life so I am well aware of that. Just for one day though, it would be nice to not hear any Silver Bullet Band anywhere, y'know?

In other words, you will not hear anything from the Seeg' in this episode of Smashin' Transistors. It could be worse. Y'know, like an ALL Kid Rock weekend.


What you will hear:
Jerry Cole & His Spacemen - Deep Surf 
Deadbeat Beat - Bar Talk
Todd Rundgren - Couldn't I Just Tell You 
The Lice - He's the Chair 
Subsonics - You Got Eyes 
-words from the host-
En Attendant Ana - Night 
Carlton Melton - Way Back When 
Bad Habit - The Garden 
The Sueves - The Button 
Razorbumps - Workin' Bees
 -words from the host-
Wire - Map Ref 41 N 93 W 
Iceage - The Day The Music Dies 
Silver Apples - I Have Known Love 
Hookups - Go Find It 
Gen Pop - Din
-words from the host-
Gasoline - I Just Low 
Jessie Fortune - Too Many Cooks 
Patois Counselors - Last Heat 
The Hecks - In The Dirt 
The Mo-Dettes  - White Mice
-words from the host- 

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May 19, 2018

GALLERY NIGHT "I Want To Die Here" 7inch EP


It's been a spell since we've heard some noise for ex Baseball Furies and Tyrades popinjay Jimmy Hollywood. Judging from what's going on with this latest combo, Gallery Night, it sounds as all that noise was kept pent up and poked with sticks until it was fully determined that it was all about to ignite from becoming such a caustic and volatile mixture. 

Harkening to a heavy sound that trashed a few eardrums late 80's/early 90's (We're talking the AmRep thing here. Not Grunge.), thick, oily smoke seems to rise from the needle when the swirly pummel and negative demeanor of "I Want To Die Here" vibrates through the needle.



Pungent swamp gas seeps through every crack and crevice of "Young Love Doesn't Last." It flails in a disturbed contortion, giving the creeps to all that have witnessed it. Visions of the Scientists launching bombs in Unsane's direction come to mind. Just around the corner are Surgery and Vertigo drolling over a magazine with pictures of up north hunting adventures in it.



Disoriented with a head feeling it is feeling the effects of huffing bleach in search of some new kind of buzz, "Cruel Youth Story" is Gallery Night saying they want to take you for a ride. They aren't asking though, they are telling as they set the into a really rusted roller coaster car. Riddled with exposed jagged metal edges, it's then noticed there is no way to be strapped in as the chain drag ascends twisted rails. It's going to plummet hard and fast. The jerks, jumps and jostles of the ride has left most bloody, bruise and battered. For the rest, the fate was even worse.

Attend the viewing at Big Neck Records

May 16, 2018

RED MASS Rat Race 7inch EP

When Montreal's Red Mass first established themselves around a decade ago, I would most likely mention how the band was the brainchild of Roy V aka Choyce who was in bands such as Les Sexareenos, Daylight Lovers and the CPC Gangbangs. I would've then perhaps shared a story (the could be told on the record) of one of the adventures or experiences I had when hanging out with said bands.

I can't really do that now though. Details have faded a bit through the years. Particular points would seem almost like a lifetime ago. Such seems appropriate though as Red Mass sound doesn't really resemble the 'Reenos violent frat party riot, the Lovers red meat eatin' &a rye whiskey sippin' garage sound or the absolute RAWK action Gangbangs often kicked out (which also earn them the distinction of being one of the best live bands of their time.) Where those bands tended to bang something out from primordial instincts, in a lot of cases Red Mass is exceedingly more cerebral as well as bewitching in the way they approach particular dark corners of music.

Acting as a collective with the intentions of keeping things constantly fluid, it makes little sense to cite and compare one Red Mass record to another as, other than Roy and vocalist Hanna L Is Dead, who appears on the recordings from one occasion to another tend to be completely different. This makes each release have a common thread that runs through all of them but also has them sounding new and different than what has been heard by them before each time.

Traces agit-funk slithers its way through the choppy fuzz that drives the title track, making the listener wonder if any dancing to it should be some kind of snakelike twist or something a bit more spastic.


While that track is something that might fill the floor at a dance party I'd considered attending the other two would bum out any chemically enhanced groove ninnies (which plenty of them need to have happen to them anyway.) Erick Bradshaw of Cyanide Tooth/Maximum Ernst lends his dulcet tones and always sunny disposition to the jittery art punk of "Today I Die" while Xflanx of Brutal Knights and Dead Wife's RJ Smith sound like they're strangling each other over a gnarl of fervent hardcore on "Aggressive Tendencies."


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