Jan 20, 2018

Smashin' Transistors: Never Wanted To Be Part of the 27 Club


“You keep living like that you'll be lucky to see thirty.”

“Oh, you're all such squares. I'm gonna live to be a very old man!”

And so the conversation went with so many family members as a youth. When they come over to visit now they just ask me to turn the music down because it is too damn noisy and say they swear that I'll never grow up.

They're still all squares.

There's a few quiet moments in this, the 27th episode of the Smashin' Transistors show. You can still play all of it really loud though if you wish.

 Here it is:



What you'll hear:

Chris Bell - Get Away
Mountain Movers - Vision Television
The Telescopes - Silent Water
Parsnip - Nigella
First Base - This Guitar Of Mine
Lumpy And The Dumpers - Boling River
Electric Wizard - Necromania
Necessary Evils - Lost My Baby
Klazo - The Race
Laughing Hyenas - Hell's Kitchen
Wireheads - Protein Dealer
Color TV - Night After Night
Turn To Crime - Can't Love
Aquarian Blood - Funeral Moon
Tony Joe White - Whompt Out On You
The Proper Ornaments - Stereolab
Laetitia Sadier Source Ensemble - Reflectors
Crescent - Willow Pattern
Jackson Politick - I Am A Raver
28th Day - Dead Sinner

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Jan 15, 2018

Arcadia Ales Cereal Killer Barleywine


Damn! This winter has been a brutal one so far. Sure, I say that most winters but after two weeks of well below zero Fahrenheit temperatures and living in a drafty old house with a boiler that seems it can only handle keeping rooms comfortable if it is above 20°F (and that's being generous), the shiver aspect has been high and heavy both inside and out this season so far. I imagine the shock level is going to be a huge zap too when the home heating bills start to roll in over the next couple of months.

Warmth is key. Along with an electric blanket things, a bit bigger on the boozy end have helped in such pursuits. No, the booze part doesn't actually help keep a person warmer but helps in not caring that it is practically like Siberia outside in these parts right now.

I don't recall if Arcadia Ales Cereal Killer was the first "traditional" barleywine I ever had but my first taste of one of these was over a decade ago. I've never gotten around to writing about it though. Picking up a 4 pack of them a couple of weeks ago though, I've decided it was time to get around to doing just that.

Mahogany in color and a two finger head that holds on for a moderate amount of time, Cereal Killers looks the way an English barleywine does. Scents of dark fruits such as plum and cherry along with sweet malts, toffee and brown sugar are quickly noted. Hops not swatting the nose around here show this Battle Creek, MI brewery didn't set out to Americanize their take on the style and are paying tribute to the way they've been doing it in the UK for centuries too.

Dates, grapes, caramel and spices come right out on the initial sips. There's a bit of sweetness there too but nothing overly or aggressively candied or sugary. The 10% ABV brings some heat right behind that but that takes a step to the side too as a bit of cherry and vanilla bean arrives towards the finish. Medium bodied and smooth all the way through, it ends with a semi-tart and somewhat dry. Almost like Sauvignon but not as jammy and a bit boozier.

I don't know if this brew would actually lead me to commit homicide to a bowl of Malt-O-Meal, but it is the kind of thing that would be proper to drink before going out and rasslin' a giant. I feel warmer already.
Get your sips at Arcadia Ales dot com

Jan 14, 2018

COLOR TV "Paroxeteens" 7inch


You hear that? Sounds "POP", right? Pops and crackles. Lots of static too.

Perhaps wordplay on the anti-depressant sold under the brand name Paxil, the slashy "Paroxeteens" is an antsy buzz that's like a mosquito stuck in your ear. The singer bray verses and a "Whoa Oh! Oh! Oh!" kind of choruses in an anthemic and adenoidal tone. There's a guitar breakdown bit where surf waves crash up on some dayglo colored beach littered with broken glass. An underlying pop-punk thing seems to thread this together but it's off of any mood leveling drugs which make things a bit jumpier and maybe even slightly Buzzcocks-ish.



The flipside's "Night After Night" is more that ooey, gooey, chewy kinda thing but shifts into a higher and reckless gear, bringing to mind the Marked Men's streamlined sonic machine being lent to some Snowbelt rapscallions. It's all dented up and now the entire neighborhood reeks of exhaust fumes from them keeping the pedal pinned to the floor because the wanted to hear the revving sound for blocks around.


Get the prescription from Neck Chop records.

Jan 11, 2018

TIGER TOUCH "Rabbit Grab" 7inch


I don't recall the last time I've blurted out "Triple guitar rock action attack." I know it has been a long time but it was the thing I found myself chanting within a few seconds of this record from this Portland, Oregon's Tiger Touch spinning on my turntable.

Studying the flight records of Radio Birdman, can name a bad ass rockin' Blue Öyster Cult song for every occasion (but also that know "Don't Fear The Reaper" was strictly written to appeal to girls) and the real king of rock-n-roll was, is and always will be Chuck Berry, both songs here are the kind of jams that fueled many a "boys are out on the town and drinking every cheap beer in sight" rowdiness of days of yore. An era when vinyl was claimed dead but cats that shopped record stores hadn't gotten the news and were picking up the latest slabs of wax from Crypt, Estrus and Empty that were displayed on the shops walls. The era where the Supersuckers hadn't yet become a parody of themselves and also an era just right before Scandinavia really started infiltrating the dive bars, bonfires and basement parties of the USA with their Nordic overhaul and engine boring.

Yep, that wrinkle in time when "RAWK" would be yelled as expression of exuberance instead in a mocking tone directed at some goofball in a Motörhead t-shirt and a teenage dirtbag moustache who just six months before was trying to convince anyone who would listen that Jets To Brazil were the most important band in the world and were about to change rock history forever.

Tiger Touch are not set out to reinvent any wheels. They just want to burn rubber! People shouting "AWWWW YEAH!" while watching the smoke rise and breathing in the fumes.
Get rocked at Tiger Touch's Facebook page

Jan 3, 2018

KLAZO Embarrassed Of Living LP

Photo by Henry Bruening III
The Greek word for scream is klazo. There's also a tic disorder called Klazomania. A person with klazomania will compulsively shout, grunt or cuss. Not much is known about the disorder but it has been linked to people who have suffered carbon monoxide poisoning or heavy alcohol abuse. It is usually brought on when the person is agitated.

London, Ontario's Klazo must have sat in a garage with some ratty car idling and a case of Laker Ice at their feet at least a few times for inspiration of the blown-out bluster that barks loud all over this spun at 45 rpm 12inch slab.

Did it make them all agitated too? Yes. Indeed it does. "The Race" could be placed in lowest of budgeted biker flicks which has a lot of scenes where gravel is kicked high and hard from the tires and into peoples faces. "Guided By Lasers" makes the curious want to stand and watch the band explode into a zillion bits with the hopes of grabbing some damaged grey matter with their bare hands.



Since these grousers do a cover of the Nubs "Job" it makes it easy for anyone with an opinion to start tossing around the KBD kind of punk rock comparisons but that thing runs deep here. If there isn't the sound of bottles breaking all over the place on tracks like "Give Me Eyes" it's because the phlegm coated and severely dented microphones on this shit-fi almost Black Metal kind of production simply didn't manage to pick them up. The sound prescription bottles stolen from grandma's house being emptied aren't heard either but "Germ Brain" and "Med-Functions" either but it would probably be no one's surprise if such cocktails were served while the tape was rolling either.


Get it from It's Trash records!