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 M├ętal 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.
Fetch it at the Bandcamp page.

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

Apr 6, 2018

The SKIDS Crooked Cop 7inch EP


The Skids are not a reformation of the Scottish punk band that was the guy from Big Country's first group. First off, the guy from Big Country been dead for a while (though Richard Jobson of the Skids did a reunion show under the name in 2010 with another guy who was in Big Country.) Secondly, these Skids are from Melbourne, Austraila.

Having not listened to the Scottish Skids in a thousand years, I had to look up one of their songs online to be reminded what they sounded like. These Oz Skids don't sound similar.

I think if you listen to these Skids with headphones on you will hear actual knuckles dragging beneath the grunts of the singer and the loads of mud the band dredges up.

With "Crooked Cop" as the first impression and the boozy lummox stomp tempo it's easy to think that the band is absolutely surly and doesn't like to have a good time (unless their idea of having a good time is giving everyone else the creeps) but if that was the case, they probably wouldn't cop a Chuck Berry lick like the do on "Alright With Me."
 
The thing is though, if you entered this band in a Chuck Berry lick copping contest the judges might say "Why do they sound so lunkheaded about the whole thing." I'd probably vote for them for that same reason though.
Spin out at Shipping Steel Records

Apr 1, 2018

Smashin' Podsistorscast 31: There will be ham sandwiches and coffee following the service...


Let Smashin' Transistors ruin Easter Dinner with the family for you. We've got sleaze, lust, blasphemy and a whole lot of other sins in static and noise. Some of it even goes POP! 

 
What you'll hear: 
Mary Jane Hooper - I've Got What You Need 
Krozer - Pink Stuff 
Thomas A Edison Electric Band - Name Of The Game 
Obnox - I Climbed A Mountain 
Cybotron - Cosmic Cars 
-words from your host- 
Caveman and Bam Bam - Starting A Dance Craze 
Isley Brothers - Keep On Doin' 
American Breakfast - Ice Cream 
Neo Neos - Give Me a Chance 
Dan Melchior - Another Oil Spill 
-words from your host- 
Hank Wood & The Hammerheads - It's Lonely In This World All Alone 
Lassie - Tiger In My Tank 
En Attendant Ana - In The End 
Supercrush - I've Been Around 
Bailter Space - Splat 
-words from your host- 
Rik and the Pigs - Rat's Behind 
Heavy Lids - T.V. States 
Control Test - Abuso 
Heavy Metal - Today Is The Day Before Tomorrow 
CH3 - Catholic Boy 
-words from your host-

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