Feb 19, 2016


Photo via Wolfmanhattan Twitter page
     Mick Collins, Kid Congo Powers and Bob Bert. All three of them noted for their work as superheroes of freaky dirt sounds, champions of weirdo swamp blues and purveyors of cavemen grind.
     So what happens when you get the trio in a room together? Well, the a-side "Smells Like You" is early 70's Stones sway broken down and busted, Mick laying down some primitive soul pleading, a guitar solo that is set to a sear than sizzle  and a beat that's like three funky drummers playing at once.
     "You Are My Glue" sparse and seething and sleaze provides a backdrop for Kid Congo to sound like a Latino vampire reminiscing about lost loves while sitting in a smoked filled porn theater booth.
     No matter which side you go for first, both are neon illuminated with an antediluvian blaaaang one would imagine from cats that were guitar players in the Gories and the Gun Club and the guy that battered the skins on some early Sonic Youth records and in the Chrome Cranks. The thing is now though is it's not imagined. It's real life. 

Feb 17, 2016

¡Vamanos! "Presents​.​.​.​A Ten Inch at 45 Rpms" 10inch

Photo via Connor Lawson
     Duo's playing blues'd out, fuzzed up, bashed around punk rock-n-roll ain't nothing new. And these two long haired, New York City reprobates know they're not playing the kind of music that's done at a "performance space" or some art installation in front of metrosexual lumberjacks sipping hibiscus bourbon cocktails. There's no trumpets or tape loops. No banjos. No ballads. If you were to tell them there's some space out back to set up after sweetening the deal with a suitcase of Shaefer tough, they'd rock all the garage can diving alley cats til the cops show up.
     The guitar strings sound deep fried and the drums crack like they're shooting the curl with a bolt action rifle after doing some bong hits while listening to Davie Allan on the instrumentals "Mersch Bag" and "Chicken and Waffles." Meanwhile "Beat", with its let's do a blues shuffle in a chicken coop that's knee deep in mud 'tude, and "Dreamin'", which sounds like Blue Cheer and the Immortal Lee County Killers starting a fist fight over by the fryers, the yelps plead in sloshed desperation. Get in the car and turn up "Jackie O"  and drive fast. When I say turn it up, I mean loud enough to drown out the police sirens that are chasing your car once you put the hammer down caused from cranking the song up.
      ¡Vamanos! know they aren't reinventing the wheel. They don't care either. They just wanna stomp and holler and whoop and shout. That and, well, who's got the to figure out what cheap pizza toppings go well with a hibiscus bourbon cocktail anyway  when there's rockin' to be done?  

Feb 11, 2016

CRAZY SPIRIT "Whisper" 7inch EP

Photo via HumanDoubleFace
     Though Crazy Spirit has been laying low for a bit (the last thing they released since their full length album in 2012 was a cassette of demos in 2014) it doesn't seem they were lazing about or letting their fighting weight turn to flab.
     If the idea of deeply thought about chaos is a concept to be pondered, this blackguard of mangled whatever-core have written a syllabus for it. The drums don't just gallop here. They veer towards some intricate plan of winning a torturous obstacle course. Bass-Distorto-Massive buzz like a swarm napalm making bees. Blown out guitars twist into the skin. The fuzz and feedback burns white hot quickly bringing on sick blistering almost instantly. When the far from quietly titled "Whisper" starts out this record all those things coalesce into a rampageous force of nature. Out jumps an imp from the garbage disposal. He's blood red in color and gleaming from the slimy goo of all the spoiled dairy products and rotten produce. He leaps onto your shoulder and, in a demonic whine, does impersonations of what you will hear in a violent death.
     Six art/spazz/thrash detonations and in less than eight minutes later, all you can do is assess the scorched earth and open grave devastation the band intends on completely achieving some day.

Feb 6, 2016

Smashin' Podsistors #12: Flunked Kick Fighting School

       The delay between shows? For real, I was busy flunking out of kick fighting school. I couldn't remember all the mantas.
     Brand new boogies from Spacin', Choke Chains, Night Beats, Fat White Family, Atlantic Thrills and Savoy Motel. Got some Alex Chilton, Dancing Cigarettes and the Art Attacks for the authentic old record store smell. Also great goodness from the Tang Soleil, Cal and the Calories, the Drags, Power, Don Howland and more!