Sep 19, 2018

PREDATOR No Face 7inch

Photo via Creative Loafing

The martial and callous slug of the drumbeats along guitars sounding like a hoarse rasp cranked through a speaker that can't quite handle the volume "No Face" had me thinking Big Black at first.

As it kept convulsing and hammering though, it was more like if Big Black were covered in wasps and someone has decided the best way to get rid of them is to used gasoline and a match.

Instead of a slow pummel that has a sheen of chrome and characteristic for sheets of metal scraping against each other, things here are covered in snot. That doesn't mean it flays wild and randomly though as it does lock in and focus and its target, making a robot tainted by Devo explosion of punk rock scorch.


"White" is delivered at a more moderate tempo but that doesn't mean things are calm and collected. There's a paranoia that hangs heavy which appears being all twitchy and distracted yet still stabs meticulously and hard.
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Sep 8, 2018

Smashin' Podsistors 40: There are tins. There was pork. There are legs. There are sharks...


Staring out into the lake may cause hallucinations. A sure sign that's happening when you understand the voltaic incantations.


What you'll hear:
The Pop Group - Words Disobey Me
Obnox - Captain Blackeye
Roy Montgomery with Liz Harris- Landfall
The Lavender Flu - Dream Cleaner
The Deltrons - Tonya
-Dale talks-
Mudhoney - Paranoid Core
The Fatback Band - Wicky Wacky
Donkey Bugs - The Example
Pious Faults - Longevity
Giant Sand - Black Venetian Blinds
-Dale talks-
Spiritualized - On the Sunshine
Primo - Ticking off a List
Teenage Fanclub - Critical Mass
Seance Sisters - Rabid Moon
Boyracer - Denatured
-Dale talks-
Daytime Drugs - Beethoven Was A Bore
Mope Grooves - Last Seen
Flasher - Who’s Got Time?
Brian Eno - Third Uncle
Jerry Reed - Guitar Man
-Dale talks-

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Sep 7, 2018

EN ATTENDANT ANA Lost and Found LP


Seesawing betwixt bashful etherealness and a shambling pop bluster, it's hard not to be smitten by Paris, France's En Attendant Ana.

On their debut album, 2016's Songs From The Cave, the overall sound was an endearing set of lo-fi melodies. Here it's more of the same but with a brighter production gives things a bit more of a  sumptuous ring yet still keeps many of the frayed edges intact.

Following a swirling chug of guitars aided and abetted by a torrential storm of drum crashes and electrical hissing of the aptly titled opener "Intro," the band bounces directly into a sparkling pool of jagged C86 bliss that's floating on a dose of mid 60's Mod sunshine glare with "Not So Hard."



The accentuation of trumpets on the song adds something regal and hauntingly baroque on the song as it does on a smattering of other tracks too.

While the overall vibe of the record will probably get first reactions such as The Vaselines due to main singers Margaux somewhat similar (but often more soaring) voice to Francis McKee and the vocal trade-offs she does with the band's guitarist on songs like the venom wrapped in a pastry sound of "Why Is Your Body So Hard To Carry" but even if they have the recipe for that sound in front of them, they're adding their own things to cook in with it.



Things that give the impressions of being simple jangly garage-pop songs when they start, such as reverb squiggled "Night", the jittery chiming that launches off "The Violence Inside" and how the album's closer "I Don't Even Know Your Name" sounds like a child PROPERLY reared on the Velvet Underground and Stereolab all swell into their own kind of waves of majestic sonic drenching by the time the are through.





Find your way at Trouble In Mind

Sep 5, 2018

PIOUS FAULTS Old Thread LP


At another location where I do a nightly music column (which is usually short and quick as far as me pontificating compared to here), I recently said that Brisbane's Australia's Pious Faults take "punk rock's hardcore form and strip it down to the rawest minimum."

While as a lure to get some to lend the band and ear it's a quick impression posing as a fair assessment but there's more to this record than just speed and rage. Any thrashing about becomes paroxysmal movements immediately once "Cope" starts things. The convulsively twitching dynamism of it and tracks like "Field" sets a tone for the addled expedition the rest of the record brings.



Tinges of late period Black Flag (I'm talking 'round 85/86. Not whatever that thing was called that Ginn put together to tour with a few years) seem to seep in on "Worship The Surface I" and "Not Me." The difference is that the jagged guitar lines and tempo of the former seems they may have more of Beefheart/Birthday Party thing on kicking holes in the brain than whatever Sonny Sharrock lick Ginn thought was a good idea to do a squishy wet noodle jazz metal emulation of over and over again while the latter takes a back to the garage basics swing, kicking the speed back up instead of making it another mud trawl.


Not stuck to one piece of pavement and not just blazing as fast as they can in a straight line, the weaving and bouncing on this record is like getting hits of fresh air courtesy of a kick in the chest.
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Aug 27, 2018

CHRISTOPHER ALAN DURHAM Slow Drain 7inch


I am not familiar with Christopher Alan Durham's previous bands Roachclip, The Bibs or Church Shuttle. Because of that, I am also not sure in which "Downriver" Michigan community (there are 18 of them) he committed these two songs on to a Tascam 4-track in so I can't compare how it measures to them.

Having spent a fair amount of time in Wyandotte, the 5th largest downriver town population wise best known for the steel mills that provided the early American auto industry with the metal to build cars (the 2nd largest in population Downriver community is Lincoln Park. It's best known as the place where the MC5 first got in fights with each other at a malt shop parking lot and then formed a band) the past half-decade or so due to family connections though, and the apparitional spaces where it sounds like this record dwells, I am thinking I need to become more acquainted with both.

Specters of Skip Spence's Oar, Pink Reason's Cleaning The Mirror, Daniel Johnston's songs from the A Texas Trip cassette and the most clattering and skittish of NZ bands loom heavy here.

On "Day and Age" and it's b-side "For Many Years" fragile guitar strums somewhat inattentively provide an anchor for Durham's slumberous drawl. Odd intonations from an organ and harmonium along with the occasional crack of a drum flit and float through the proceedings sounding ghostly and distant. It's the kind of record to play in the wee hours when in an introspective mood or a want for late night paranoia.
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Aug 26, 2018

OUTER SPACIST Illness Is A Creepin' On A Come-Up LP


I'm sure most of the readers here are familiar with the story about Lemmy getting kicked out of Hawkwind. The story goes that after he got caught for having speed on him at the Windsor/Detroit border in 1975 "the most cosmic band in the world" gave him the boot because he was busted for the "wrong kind of drugs."

One part astral chug and another part all peach fuzz/dirtbag mustached saunter, Columbus, Ohio's Outer Spacist sound as if they're bangin' round town in a rusted eaten '73 Ford Ranchero on a hunt for such drugs.

Tough luck scoring the exotic and antediluvian analgesics, the band concoct a rocket fuel made from impure elements they've gathered to set their ride into space. It's a denotative propellant guaranteed to cause lift-off but it's not going to guarantee smooth rides into zoned out galaxies. It's a messy voyage led by an inebriated captain and an aberrant crew who only function properly when gravity isn't holding them down.

On songs like "Peripheral Visions" and "Gyrfalcon Flight" it makes for a trip that sound like a Spacemen 3 backing a non-absolutely asshole and totally partying down Ted Nugent at times.



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Aug 18, 2018

Smashin' Podsistors 39: Hot rods pre-cleaned real fine nicotine


With August humidity comes agitation. To cool it means oscillations. The whirring can be hypnotic. It can also be an irritant.


What you'll hear:
Crash Course In Science - Kitchen Motors
Midnight Mines - Stations
Pram - Ladder to the Moon
Counter Intuits - Vietnamese Lighter
Musical Linn Twins - Rockin' Out The Blues
-words from your host-
Cruelster - Why Did They Do That to Me Back Then
Marc Riley With The Creepers - Teacher Travel
Parsnip - It Couldn't Be True
Jefferson Airplane - 3/5 of a Mile in 10 Seconds
The Love-Birds - Kiss and Tell
-words from your host-
Caveman & Bam Bam - Let's Start A Fire
Cement Shoes - Fruity Funhouse
Lysol -Teenage Trance
Obnox - Broke Socialite
Ragtime Frank - Shake 'Em
-words from your host-
Donkey Bugs - Men in High Heels
Section 25 - It Don't Get
Arndales - Half Thrash
ADULT. - Irregular Pleasure
Chrome - The Monitors
-words from your host-

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Aug 17, 2018

CEMENT SHOES A Peace Product of the USA 7inch


I don't know if there's some sort of pipeline that runs between upstate New York and the Virginia coast. If there is though, it is something miasmic flowing through. The band Brown Sugar were from the former and Fried Egg the latter. Both sounded as if they led first era hardcore down some knurled path of their own but both also then went and showed it where the LSD trees grow.

A dizzying thrash of velocity that wobbled as much as it stomped all slathered in a sonic sort of feedback, both managed to create something absorbing from what is often hackneyed and cliche. Malcontents from both groups co-conspire as Cement Shoes.

Sounding like an MC5 or Stooges riff whittled down a jagged shiv after a night of biting nails and dodging tweakers, "Fruity Funhouse" is all tangled like someone threw mile long strands of wet seaweed into the pit. A mist of green slime hangs in the air.



"I Saw The Devil Again (Last Night)" presses the pedal to the metal. A bit of speed metal perhaps but mostly in an elongated trip where the Dwarves Blood, Guts and Pussy oozes puss over some dark and forgotten Randy Holden riff while a landscape of a burning city passes by in a blur outside the window.

Swim with the fish at Feel It records

Aug 14, 2018

LYSOL "Teenage Trance" 7inch


After a quick dalliance with the name L.I., Portland trenchant operatives scoff the risk of any cease & desist being landed on them and revert back to the name Lysol. Like the name brand of disinfectants they've chosen as their name, both rid germs away but the band does it with a heaping amount of scalding clangor instead of pernicious compounds.

Residing in an asteroid belt that's located between the triangular orbits of elastic punk, wooly garage rock and gangly hardcore, the sound is often dizzying and usually bumptious.

Akin to some proto-punk chugger shook up like a bottle of soda pop and then put on a sketchy looking carnival thrill ride, "Teenage Trance" makes a huge sticky mess when the cap is popped as it sprays, spit and spurts deliriously from front to back and side to side with wiry guitar clangs and a stuttering jackhammer rhythm.


"Chemical Reaction" isn't any calmer as it rattles and weaves with something that had me thinking "Hmmm, do I hear a surf chord there" as it started. It only took a second for that thought to be dashed when they were then answered with "Yeah, if cavepeople surfed on waves of fire."

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Aug 8, 2018

Off Color Brewing's SPOTS


While visiting Chicago a few weeks back I ended up wondering to myself "What exactly is a Tiki Weiss?"

It was not a question I've asked myself before. There I was, perusing the beer shelves looking for some things not available in my parts to bring back home. With me was a list of Illinois breweries I found interesting and are not distributed to SE Michigan. Off Color was one of the names on the top of my list. I had a small sampling of some of their wares before and was curious to try some more. I must also note that my better half also enjoyed their brews not just for their flavor but for the fact they put mice, cats both big & small and other critters into their artwork and design.

I forgot to mention that the weather during the visit was like baking in humidity city. Nothing burly and brown, nor overly sticky hop oil armaments were striking the fancy.

"Hmmm. Tiki." I thought. "Tangy tropicals. Weiss? Light and lively. This may be the thing if summer keeps up like this."

Lemon in color with a muted haze and topped with a plump head that fades fairly fast, the tiki tinges rise up to the nose through a wheat grain and pils malt foundation. It's got some zip in the smell for sure.

What is essentially a Berliner Weissbier brewed with passionfruit and grapefruit peels, Spots tiki decree really comes through in the flavor.  The passionfruit takes front and center on the tastebuds initially with a zing. The grapefruit peel adds a cool funky accent to it. Through the middle, there are flourishes of melon, peaches and pineapple. The finish brings orange creamsicle notes intermingled with a mildly astringent linger.

We brought a four pack back with us. Over the past few weeks, they have all been drunk. There's still (hopefully) good six to eight weeks of summer weather. I won't be able to get to back to Chicago until at least the autumn so I'll have to get through it without any more of these. I'll be sure to be looking for what Off Color has done with whatever the season is in mind on that visit too.
Count the Leopards at Off Color Brewing