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."

Get cleansed at Neck Chop Records

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

Aug 6, 2018

LIQUIDS Hot Liqs' Revenge LP


Upon the first couple listens of the album the thoughts of starting off this review by saying something like "cementing their scuffed up shoes in a place right between the most tattered and weirdest ends of early Midwest hardcore and the scorched pop of the Buzzcocks Another Music in a Different Kitchen, Indiana's Liquids...."

After a couple more listens I still felt my impressions of the record felt spot on to myself except for the "cemented" and the "place right between" part. Fronted by the Coneheads Mat Williams, it's more like the two aforementioned styles are not as much as an inspiration for the band's sound in as such things are simply instilled into their DNA.

Sure, the nasal wail in Mat voice does have an undeniable way of making people think Peter Shelly on especially on songs like "Wanna Throw Up (When I See Your Face)", "Talking On The Telephone",  and "Not Fun" but its a different kind of heat that is going on behind that voice.


It's not the warm blanket of rapid fuzz of ancient punk rock. It's much more prickly and itchy. Scratching at it is just gonna make it more raw and irritated which is probably the whole intent.

A same sort of attitude holds with the more "hardcore" leaning lobs of racket like the recording needle buried in the red burst of "Life Is Pain Idiot",  how "11 AM" sounds like it was deep fried in napalm and the grunt/stomp/grunt "Burnt Down Completely."




They're all blasts of pent of rage, but save for the later (which may even be a mocking ode to the tank top wearing, goatee sporting and fat "tough" guys who turned the sound into something to be heard in a gym rather than while riding a skateboard) have just as much in common with the Oblivians or the Gories than, say (for the sake of dropping an Indiana band in this review as a reference point), the Zero Boys.

With twenty songs on this record, it covers quite the trashy ends of the punk rock spectrum be it bashed up garage gunk or catchy hooks that use a contempt and an ire for squares as a catalyst. Hell, the record even kicks the shit of a Nick Lowe song. I like to think if he's heard the Liquids take on "Heart Of The City" he said "I never thought about it before but that's what the song needed."

Get aqueous at Neck Chop records.

Jul 31, 2018

Smashin' Podsistorscast 38: And life keeps getting stranger every day


It's high summer here in the land of Smashin' Transistors. Much to do. Sometimes too much.

Somehow though, episode 38 managed to get done in a somewhat timely fashion.


Set your ears upon the following:

Zounds - Can't Cheat Karma 
Shark Toys - Confusion 
Ma Holos - Celebrity Boots
The Three O'Clock - I Go Wild 
En Attendant Ana - (Not) So Hard 
-words from your host-
The Resource Network - Psychographics
Psychlops Eyepatch - Melting Flowers 
Cavern Of Anti-Matter - Feed Me Magnetic Rain 
New Order - Procession
Rose Mercie - Spring and Fall 
-words from your host-
The Liquids - Talking On The Phone
The Mistreaters - How Much for the Women? 
Howlin' Wolf - Who's Been Talkin'
John Wesley Coleman - Breaking Up Crazy
School Damage - Scump Damage 2 
-words from your host-
Outer Spacist - Push 
Dumb Vision - The Fall 
Water Trash - Guess 
The Lavender Flu - Like A Summer Thursday 
The Yankee Dollar - City Sidewalks 
-words from your host-

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Jul 29, 2018

TRASH KNIFE/DUMB VISION split 7inch EP


For longtime soldiers in the vinyl trenches and especially those that were there during the subterranean boom punk rock 7inch releases of the 1990's, the split single can be a contentious topic.

Most of such hubbub about them though seems to be just vinyl dorky nitpicking. One reason though that does seem to be legit is how diametrically opposed the band on one side can be to another musically. I'm all for variety and diversity but I know a few split singles taking up space on my shelves where one side has something making the record worth keeping around but the other causes me much chagrin to even acknowledge.

That is not the case with this split between Philadelphia's Trash Knife and Dumb Vision outta Madison, Wisconsin. Both bands have an affection for making it all raw and bloody.

The former makes a beastly racket that's like cramming the Avengers song in an M-80 tube shell and making a fuse out of a Jay Reatard spazz fit to detonate it. Hardcore in a sense that it's insolated and antagonizing but would rather go smash up beer bottles on a street corner than go lift weights.

The latter is a bit more poppy but also absolutely boozy and sloppy in the frayed flannel Midwest punk rock-n-roll kinda way. They're most likely the ones who knocked back the beer bottles contents before handing them over to Trash Knife to break.

Both bands crank out three tracks on their chunk of 7inch plastic. Neither waste a second on noodling or getting frilly. The light turns green and they both floor it.
Get Trashed at Kitschy Spirit

Jul 18, 2018

PATIOS COUNSELORS Proper Release LP


The once hot breeding grounds for new and interesting forms of rock music are no more. Now all gentrified and surrounded by sky-high rents, such places that once were Petri dishes of culture clashes, weird and exciting approaches now often encourage the embracing of commodification or, with everything in the world available at the fingertips or just outside their door, they've become comfortable in a lassitude inducing bubble. A real world, with its sights, sounds, bumps, scrapes and bruises are all blunted and muted. The air starts to smell all the same all the time. It's stale air and it is all that is being breathed in and out.

Meanwhile, in places that are not on the tip of anyone's tongue, out of the ordinary sounds from the bored, the free-minded and the unequivocally esoteric collide. Occasionally the sorts pullulate, creating something with vaguely familiar angles and references contorted in a way that it gives the listening part of the brain something new to untangle.

The above is a perfect way to describe Charlotte, North Carolina's Patois Counselors. Though the city probably best known for it's Nascar track, drag strip and as headquarters for several large banking institutions, unless you happen to get lured into a conversation that revolves around K-Ci & JoJo or high fructose corn metal band Firehouse, it's unlikely a chat about the music of the city is going to continue into the wee hours of the night.

As wide as the gamut is between wrench crankers, high finance and 90's chart-toppers, the gamut is just as wide with this band.

Opening track "Disconnect Notice" and one of this writer's personal picks to click "Modern Station", find the austere drumbeats, whirling & spindly guitars and brusque lyrical delivery channeling things like the Fall and the Country Teasers.



Punk as art-funk appears in the guitar slashes and nervy rhythms of "Last Heat" and the other artsy-punk spazz outs reach the highest of levels "Repeat Offender."



While the variety is enough from those batch of songs to the next show that the band isn't just working in weirdly shaped to next, the rhythm box driven "Terrible Likeness" and the way "All Clean" sounds like it is something heard creeping through the floorboards from a dingy basement, grasp a dark mood fitting for a goth club that embraces real spiders crawling over skin than make-up and jewelry that gives an illusion of such things.


"Target Is Not Comrade" closes the album and leaves the listener wrapping their brain around an orchestra of squalls and a melody of a new wave song they swore they've heard often but can't place a when or a where. The buzz of it all will find many wanting to come back again to cop the strange high again.

Get analyzed at Ever/Never Records

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.
Order a round at Spacecase Records

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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May 8, 2018

Smashin’ Podsistorscast 33: Like An Old Rolling Rock Bottle



No glass line tanks here but in episode "33" we do tender premium noise for your enjoyment as a tribute to your good taste.




What you'll hear: 

 Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Don't Cry No Tears 
Hue Blanc's Joyless Ones - Bloody Nights at the Hotel Bar 
The Total Rejection - Vampire Cats (Itches) 
Flaming Lips - Kim's Watermelon Gun 
Speeding Motorcycle - Like Forever 
 -words from your host- 
Perverts Again - Get You Out Of College 
Cavern Of Anti-Matter - Make Out Fade Out 
Paint Thinner - Glistening Dots 
Flying Saucer Attack - A Silent Tide 
Yves Bernard - Dérapage Ethylique 
-words from your host- 
The Sueves - Never Been to the Beach 
The White Wires - In My Bed 
Honey Cone - Stick-Up 
Gino and the Goons - Glory Days Gone 
The Roamin' Togas - Bar The Door 
-words from your host-
Iceage - Take It All 
The Psychedelic Furs - Flowers 
ISS - Soft Youth 
Stiff Love - Up In Your Room 
Red Cross - Annette's Got The Hits 
-words from your host-

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May 6, 2018

STIFF LOVE Trouble 7inch EP

No matter how many time my folks claim it's (still) just a phase and no matter how many time starchy business associates and random squares give me a puzzled or concerned look when I reply to the question of "what kind of music do you like" I'm still probably gonna get goosebumps for the thrill for hearing some punk rock til the day slide my body into the crematorium.

Not just any punk rock though as what has come with all the years is the knack of saying "Nah, I'm not believing it. This is bullshit."

Olympia, Washington's Stiff Love are not bullshit. Fronted by Xtine of Lysol, this record sounds unhinged and set to explode after immediately after the first wiggly and wild guitar chord of "Walk In The Dark" is bashed out.


Thoughts of Redd Kross at their teenage snottiest and, because of the town they live in will probably become mandatory rock blog crits to namedrop 'em, the most feral Bikini Kill songs the world never heard both come to mind as the four songs make the stereo speakers foam at the mouth like something rabid. The thing is though with tracks like "Up In Your Room" there's a mischevious bounce to rage that gives them a bit of a garage rock swagger.


Granted, the garage is probably gonna go into ablaze with the kind of fires the band is setting so do your best to get out of the building with this record before the place turns to a pile of ashes.
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May 2, 2018

3 Floyds Space Station Middle Finger American Pale Ale


Recently a friend sent me a text after returning from a road trip. It said "Just got back from a road trip. Picked you up a souvenir while passing through Munster, Indiana." I wonder what it might he might've of gotten to give me. A copy of the NWI Times? A t-shirt that says Calumet Shoreline on it?

No and No. You say Munster, Indiana to any good beer loving denizen on the planet and there's only one thing that comes to mind.

That is, of course, 3 Floyd brewery. In the land where Smashin' Transistors sit, their beers are not at all distributed. Because of that, the chance of getting to taste one is pretty uncommon. It's always a special day when they can be. I hadn't had the Space Station Middle Finger before so away we go.

Bright orange and slightly hazing in color, a soft pour produced a slight head the stuck around as a light cap for a while. Tart and tropical were big on the aroma agenda. Grapefruit, pineapple and mango all came to the forefront when giving it a sniff. Back those up were wafts of white pepper, honey and pine.

The grapefruit is pretty huge in the flavor department too. Not a tongue piercer or anything but definitely bringing a bit of a pucker up front. Melon, pineapple, mango and apricot notes hang around the middle bringing something a little sweet and slightly musky. As the beer breaths, characteristics of honey and freshly baked biscuits come to the fore. The neat complexities close out with some dashes of ground pepper and lemongrass. The finish is crisp and slightly astringent but not sticky.

If you're an aficionado of beers with a bit of a juicy fruit profiles or dig some hop bite in your brew but are a bit burnt out on some of the ones out there now where the hops bomb everything in sight decimating nuances like, y'know malts and grains, this is one to seek out and enjoy.
Flip the bird and sip the brew at 3 Floyds

Apr 24, 2018

LASSIE "YES! LIKE THE DAWG" cassette


New Wave. Not in a some platitudinous "planning a theme party" big hair/funny sunglasses/talkin' Valley Girl kind out of way. I'm talking truly bonified oddballs. Too freaky for the crowd that took theater class and boisterous and funny for the kids that always hung out in the art room. They may not be hip with the coolest and newest music out there, but everything they were into was a bit strange and usually listened to at a ridiculously loud volume.

That's the impression that Leipzig Germany's Lassie gives off. Party music that changes whatever the shindig's theme was just by them showing up. Hell, it not even fair to call it a shindig until these kooks show up. It was merely a gathering of windbags and imposters.

Straight off the band bums out the shiny, happy people with "Phone Calls On My Deathbed" by showing an affinity for leaving DEVO LP's out in the sun all day and then reenacting what it sounds like when it's put back on the turntable and played at 45 speed.


Once that jerkin' and jarrin' has cleared those squares off that dancefloor and, hell, out of the house in fact, it's time for Lassie to thumb their noses at them even more.

"Modern Vacation", which pokes jibes of the goofy ass kids who somehow become influencers on social media, is like a Sparks songs without operatic show tune bits with much more noisy mood swings and Segway references.

Yes, you heard that right. Segway references. They also wrote a song about the mall cop who rides around on one and whose job is to stop everyone's fun. Most likely he's not a fan of Métal Urbain or the Monkees so he won't appreciate the ode they penned for him.


"Tiger In My Tank" probably won't do much to improve gas mileage or performance of a set of wheels, but it's 1950's boppin' dropped into a fluorescent future that sci-fi writers have promised (yet still haven't really quite delivered on...yet) was probably written for a car chase set either on Mars or the most hyperactive animation series for the kids subsisting mostly on sugary snacks set yet.


I dunno about your neighborhood but mine could sure use a combo of loons like Lassie. I would then know that if I saw a flyer for a new wave dance party happening around town, it just wouldn't be some boor playing Howard Jones mp3's off his laptop.
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Apr 21, 2018

Smashin’ Podsistorscast 32: The Winter Didn’t Want To End


It's a few weeks shy of May. The weather has been insisting it is still late February.

This episode sets a raging blaze of sonic heat.

What you'll hear:

The Brides - Pushed Around
Silver Abuse - Idi Amin’s Tortoise
Carlton Melton - Electrified Sky
Gary Wrong Group - Heroin Beach Serpents Attack
The B-52's - 52 Girls (1978 7'' Version)
-words from the host-
LASSIE - Modern Vacation
En Attendant Ana - Time
Index - Fire Eyes
Warm Bodies - Love O' Clock
Cruz Somers - Sit & Stare
-words from the host-
Hank Wood &The Hammerheads - How'm I Supposed To Wake Up In The Morning
The Fabuletts - Can't Stay Away
Choke Chains - Galactic Overlord
The Resource Network - Albatross
Pram - Bewitched
-words from the host-
Clone Defects - Not as Good as Gold
The Total Rejection - Licking Furniture (You'll Find Me On The Left Side)
The Monsieurs - High School Star
The Drags - Not So Good Luck Charm
Dow Jones and the Industrials - Can't Stand The Midwest
-words from the host-

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Apr 19, 2018

HANK WOOD and the HAMMERHEADS S/T LP


Before we even get started here can we all just come to the conclusion that Hank Wood and the Hammerheads are one of the greatest punk rock bands of the 21st century?

Wheezy blurts from what sounds like an organ that was moonlight requisitioned from the most obnoxious teen beat band on the block, guitars that seem to be an aural equivalent of bare skin sluing across battered on concrete and a voice that makes a person think of an angry dog with Tourette's, the band has made three frenetic full-lengths that that are of their own monster.

Are they some sort of mutated garage punk? It is old school hardcore getting mauled by woodland creatures with rabies? Is this some an art grunge prank that actually works? It's really up to the ear of the beholder of where they wanna lump the band as. The melancholy piano figures "I Can't Stay" may confound fans from any faction as it opens the album. Once the frustration rises to the top though, the fuse is lit and the first powderkeg of sound takes flight in an explosive lift off of twisted notes, all will yell in unison "YES! HAMMERHEADS!"


The cacophony that band makes has always seemed to be fueled by frustration and cemented in a disharmonic outlook of what surrounds them. Despondency looms and lingers has always loomed large in their bag of tricks as songs like "It's Lonely In This World All Alone" and "How'm I  Supposed To Wake Up In The Morning" can attest. While in other hands such titles would most likely stick the earholes into someplace like Morrissey land, the former here seems to have made a stop at a really weird disco to leave with space funk dust in its pockets. The latter decides to soundtrack goth go-go bar.




A particular rage has always been part of Hank Wood and the Hammerheads template and there's plenty of that with the wild explosions that are songs like "You Wanna Die" and "It Must Be Nice" to a point where if the album just went for doing something it for the rest of the record, it would still be something exiciting and would take ages to get sick of.



The thing is though amidst such internal fires also curveballs like thrown in such things like the almost bongriptastic "Love Is A Cold Wild Tile" and they way"Nothing But A Man" answers the question what happens if you lived on a diet of Wire's Pink Flag while practicing fracturing dance moves that will confound while continuing to pummel.

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It seems with a lot of great punk bands, hell even great rock-n-roll bands, is that once they get something that is a sound all of their own, it seems they then lock it tight and hermitically seal it. It eventually becomes a biproduct of stale air. There's enough cracks and wormholes with Hank Wood and the Hammerheads clatter that invites odd smells, strange mildews and weird bugs to come in and make it different each time.
Do your nailing at Toxic State records