May 19, 2019

Smashin’ Podsistorscast 50: The Golden One


The 50th episode of Smashin' Transistors! That makes us gold, right?


What you'll hear:

The Beaubeins
– Times Passed
Hash Redactor – Open Invites To The Caves
Red Mass – Show Me The Money
Lassie – Deposit Bottles
The Shifters – John Doe's Collegue
-words from your host-
The That's Thats – More
Wolfmanhattan Project – Now Now Now
Crosscut Sores – Dead Hit
The Staches – Fake Stomach Ache
Public Interest – Passing Glances
-words from your host-
Science Man – Love Potent
TAD – High On The Hog
Hello Hooray – Cherries Light The Way
Clinic- Flying Fish
Jack Oblivian – Good Time Bad Girl
-words from your host-
Toeheads – Going Steady
Isolation Party – Sleeves
Andy Human & the Reptoids – You Like Your Job
The Dandelion – Message From The Fire
The Rationals – Leaving Here
-words from your host-

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May 16, 2019

CELEBRITY HANDSHAKE Political Future 7inch EP


"Is this a musical equivalent of chewing on aluminum foil?"

It's a question that I've been asked about some of my musical choices occasionally for ages now. Often I answer "Yes. Some get electrified by such things. Perhaps I am one of them."

If the music then didn't make them want to get away from me after their failed attempt at a sick burn, my reply of how I get joy out some sorts of such sounds usually does.

If it was a Celebrity Handshake record spinning though, I doubt those types of folks would even bother to complain to me about such things. Probably because they would have already bolted out the door.

With an embankment of guitar bawl behind him, head Handshaker Aaron Haines launches into an unhinged and raw throated invocation that seems to want to disguise itself as an announcement from a civic minded person on "Political Future." In past times, hearing such a disturbed sounding rant would tank one's prospects in any sort of public office but, given the world we're currently in and the clowns that are in charge, its almost as if voting from is far from the worst idea a person could have.


It's the kind of song that makes the two other tracks on this record, "Hit Me Where It Hurts" and the featured recently on a Smashin' Transistors podcast "It Takes All Kinds Of Bones", sound downright normal. That is if you think drinking a gallon of gasoline to extol the virtues of rock-n-roll while sitting inside a beat up old station wagon that's about to get compacted by a car crusher is any sort of normal.

Get sweaty palms at Eastern Prawn.

May 9, 2019

SCIENCE MAN s/t LP

This record should come with a crash helmet. A super reinforced one at that because this record dishes out quite a pummeling of concussion causing beats and inner ear agitating six string fry.

Raw and relentless, bandying about a term such as Industrial to describe Science Man (a one-man project helmed by a former consort of Buffalo, NY's Radiation Risks) might evoke impressions that don't fit this record. It's not disco-metal made for a cavernous nightclub where a third generation VHS copy of The Hunger is projected on a wall. This affair is much more anguished and frantic. Songs like "Love Potent" and "Weaponizer" attest such points.


Another thing that has me searching for a much better descriptor than the one I've already mentioned is that the use of guitar here are not just some compendious blasts designed/fiddled to make aggressive poses to. Here they slobber, door, bark and slither.

"Layouts" is anchored by the trusty punk rock downstroke while the rest of the song gets itself into a tizzled rant, the cocky swagger that lubes the gears of "Beat Of Your Heart" is pork fat and "Virus" is like a case of boogie disease that's spread by scorpion stings.

Get your erudition at Swimming Faith Records

May 1, 2019

The COWBOYS The Bottom Of A Rotten Flower LP


Some albums win you over immediately. There are also that take a bit of absorbing before their goodness is fully realized. Then those rare birds that have both going on. They knock you over on their first spin and each and every one after that, more and more they become even better.

The latest LP from Indiana's Cowboys, The Bottom Of A Rotten Flower, is one of those kinds of records to me.

The candy-coated roar of songs like the album's opener "Open Sores" with its bop in Day-Glo beat, the clomp-clomp-clomp stomp of "The Second Shortcoming Of Christ" and how the anthemic chords of "Pie In My Eye" gets fist pumping in a celebration of triumphs of the forlorn are all akin to something like the Buzzcocks and Cheap Trick coiling around each other. They then form a pop serpent which strikes an infectious bite onto all that are curious.

Unlike vocals that are the dead poet obsessed bray of the former or often almost falsetto bluster of the latter though, singer Keith Harman delivers them in a way that is one part hayseed, one part hustler and a whole lots of heart.





If the band had stuck with this formula of cleverly crafted and concise songs (most of them run around no more than the two minute mark here), it would be a record full of charmers but its when they branch out from that proven winner formula where this record shines even brighter.

The vintage jangle and mood of "Take My Flower And Run" is like a Buddy Holly song chromed for the jet age (minus any of the trying too hard posing presented by so many 50's cosplayers), "Female Behavior Book" could very well be something from the Kinks Face To Face catapulted into the right now and the swirly new wave organs on "Some Things Never Change" should be playing on carousels at all fairs across the USA this summer.



Counterbalance it with flat out rockers like "Red-headed Girlfriend" and you may understand why I am already declaring this one of the definite best in a year that is still young.
  Get pollinated at Feel It Records

Apr 25, 2019

The GEROS "Freak Out" 7inch

Without a warning of any sort (and I'm talking not even the ol' mainstay "1, 2, 3, 4!" or a simile of a countdown), Osaka's Geros latest wastes not even a second of spreading some punk rock contamination. Vaccinations and rubber gloves would even keep those listening safe because coming in contact with it make immediately burst like a nasty blister and the vaporize from the scorch.

Often compared to KBD stalwarts and other punk legends, the Geros take such slobbering and toxic gunk, slash it to bits and chews it up. Instead of down their hatch it goes though, they spit it back out as giant, glowing fireballs.

Like a Teengenerate spun tighter than thought imaginable or Guitar Wolf dousing themselves in nitroglycerine "Freak Out" does more than just it's title suggest. It coils and it strikes. And not just once but repeatedly. 

Twist your brain at Episode Sound

Apr 23, 2019

Smashin' Podsistors 49: It's got ten-foot wheels and all that stuff

"I got a truck that'll mess you up."

'Round here, those words aren't said much. The looks flashed from people in such trucks say it without even uttering a word. The Kid Rock CD they have blasting out the truck while giving such a stare is used as some sort of punctuation of the point.

What you'll hear:
Paul McCartney - Eat At Home
Spiritualized – Here It Comes (The Road) Let's Go
Rubber Room – Chemical Imbalance
Writhing Squares – Bloodborne Hate and Black Book Mass
Functional Blackouts – Looking Good On The Way Down
-words from your host-
The Cowboys – Some Things Never Change
Altered Images – Forgotten
Gil Bronx Orchestra – Haunted House
Richard Vain- Punks Inbred
Mumzees – Initial Decay
-words from your host-
The Stools - Don't Need Nothing
The Higher State – Ten Clear Petals
Long Hots – Nickel and Dime
Eleventh Dream Day – Teenage Pin Queen
Public Interests – Flies In The Cemetary
-words from your host-
Abjects – The Storm
Hash Redactor - Bad Advice
Pussy Galore – Kill Yourself
Steve Treatment – Hooked On A Trend
-words from your host-

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Apr 16, 2019

THE YOLKS Get Back 7inch

Chicago's Yolks have always been ace purveyors of oldfangled hopped-up white boy R&B with a serious croon shaking hands with a jittery powerpop. Always clever, often sweaty and sometimes bittersweet, there have been dance moves abounds on every record they've done. The fast ones making hips shake or having them do something a bit more slinky on the more smoldery ones, but "Get Back" could even get someone to do a pogo (or whatever the kids, if they even really dance these days, call it.)

It's not that the song is more feverish than past ones as such a thing is common for the band and there has always been a punk-ish approach to how they go about playing but this one's got a bit more of a one-two punch of neanderthal rhythm than usual. The tune's general downbeat cadence and the laser beam keyboard zings may have something to do with that too.



The back side's "Vampire" slows things down a bit. The harmonies are like the Kinks singing a woozy ballad while a guitar sounds like it is jangling about in a walk-in cooler that's stocked full of brightly colored fizzy drinks.

Get it served sunnyside up at Randy Records

Apr 4, 2019

JUNKPILE JIMMY Wants You Dead LP

It was about a decade and a half ago when Junkpile Jimmy's first record, the double LP Alberhill, landed on the turntable here at Smashin' Transistors. It seemed to come out of nowhere. And in more ways than one.

Hailing from an unincorporated farming community about 60 miles southeast of Los Angeles and playing a form of found sound and mutant/junkyard band blues that made a band such as Doo Rag sound something like some local dad rockers calling themselves a blues band and slogging away at "Mustang Sally" or whatever.

Percussion clattering and crashing, Jimmy's hoots and hollerings like a man possessed by demented spirits and slide guitar so greasy and scorched, one would swear it was a rib bone just pulled out of fire was what he was using to get such a sound. The blues has often been called devil's music. The record did nothing to dispell such thoughts but it did do quite a bit to confirm them.

Now, here we are fifteen years later and a new Junkpile Jimmy record has reared its head. Well, it's not actually "new" as the music was apparently recorded sometime after the first album years ago. The Devil's Music analogy still works though but it's a different kind than it was before. The previous one was of the Ol' Scratch and a bottle of hooch kind of scamp sort.

Such things may seem that way with how the album's opener "Existential Dread" first gurgles then swells from beneath the dirt. Once it is totally above the earth though, the devil that torments these proceedings, as the cover of the record itself does more than merely hint at, is much more of the full-on satanic soul gorging sort.



Such things become blatantly obvious as the record spins. Most hints of blues leans of the first record are blackened to a charred crisp and any thoughts of some sort of delta here are more akin to the River Styx.

"Shed Blood Total" voyages down such a path, one that is fiery and frightening and plays games with your head. There's a moment in it where one might think the storm has past and it's time to surf but it's then realized that was simply a moment in the eye of the storm when the fire starts to rain down again. The dervish whirl of "Priest Of Set" just fans the flames higher and any fleeting moment of false calm up that may have happened up until that point are completely gone when "Moldering Hatred" takes joy in stripping off skin in a most painful of aural ways.




It's not that the record is a non-stop rumble & bawl blaring from some scorched speakers in an Abbadon dungeon though. "Dragon's Breath" is quite the rock-n-roll holler standing atop of some sludgy mountain and "End Of The Empire" feels like some Deep Purple jam cranked up loud in a car right before it crashes into a wall.


Get possessed here.

Mar 24, 2019

Smashin' Podsistors 48: Green


The calendar is full of rumors. The Vernal Equinox corroborates.

What you'll hear.


Can - I'm So Green
Cameo - Alligator Woman
Obnox - Find My Way
Celebrity Handshake - It Takes All Kinds of Bones
Murderer - Tomorrow The World Is Yours
-words from your host-
Red Mass - Crooked
DANA - Cupid
Cold Feet - Buried in a Hole
Primitiv Parts - Internet
Ice Baths - Replacer
-words from your host-
Writhing Squares - Steely Eyed Missile Man
Martha and the Muffins - Paint by Number Heart
Straight Arrows - Headache
The Cowboys - Wet Behind the Eyes
-words from your host-
Midnight Mines - Innocent Sorcerers
Low Life - Rave Slave
Wingtip Sloat - Gizzard Jett
The Yolks - Get Back
Let's Active - In Between
-words from your host-

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Mar 19, 2019

TIMMY VULGAR'S GENETIC ARMAGEDDON Music From The Other Side Of The Swamp LP


When it comes to attaching musical electrodes to the skull to administer the most proper of brain frying, Detroit's Tim Lampinen know where to place them across the temporal lines.

In most situations, he is usually abetted by other bent habitues anxious for a space trip but here he's all on his own. The result is still an excursion through galaxies squishy and green. Any keen observer of the music he's made up til now has probably noticed the trace amounts of space/krautrock that pumps through the musical veins but here it is the hemoglobin that provides the oxygen to all the vital tissues.

When dropping the "K" rock word though, the first thing that comes to mind to most hip to it is the motorik beat, right? Such a beat does exist on this record but often, like on songs such as wobbly "Chemical Imbalance", how "Suction Cup Hand" sounds like it is oozing from the floorboards of some cosmic biker clubhouse and the way "Fall Of Man" psychically jackhammers at the frontal lobe, if it is modeled after a heartbeat as Klaus Dinger is credited to saying at least once while scoffing the much-used pigeonhole of a term, it is modeled after an antsy and irregular one. It can definitely cause dizziness.




From many previous moments of records that Tim has been apart of expecting ladles of space puss to be generously served is completely understandable. And such things are delivered (with possibly some globs of early Cabaret Voltaire singles for flavor accents) on with "Walk On Glass."


It's the things not expected though like how "I'm Just Your Punk!" blares out like the most epic of pop songs through a million blown speakers, how "Burrito Job" resembles the Young Marble Giants on a really creepy carnival ride and weirdo underneath swamp water funk swirlings of "Catching Frogs" that make this record shine like some neon Canopus.

 Taste the fungus at Total Punk

Mar 8, 2019

FRIED EGG Square One LP


A feeling of motion sickness. One that comes from moving at different and always temperamental paces.

Fried Egg's latest is hardcore punk that causes a wooziness but it's not strictly from a velocity that has been the historically first impression many associate with such a tag.  Often, things here, like the way "Transient" moves like a spider walking across your face and how "Grown Fat" undulates, are a   slither that's choreographed by anxiety and refusing for the medication to take hold.




Often times on this record as the tension gets wound tighter and tighter, what seems as knuckle-dragging lumbering at first gets punctuated by unexpected and blinding blows. Other times, like with the immediate and fiery rocket blasts of "Confidence" and "Apraxia" things just get straight to the point.




Being completely lock into wiry grooves the band makes nods to punk rock forebearers (be it intentionally or subliminally) on tracks like "Why Bother" and "Fatalist" but they're in a way that they succeed far beyond something than merely emulating precious and silly nostalgia.

Make it sunny side DOWN at Feel It Records

Feb 28, 2019

Smashin' Podsistors 47: Minds Been Touched


In this episode of Smashin' Transistors, you may experience some touched minds. You for sure will witness them being lost and racked.


What you'll hear:

Waylon Jennings - One of My Bad Habits
Vanity - Glad To Not
Nutrition - Leave Me
Gino and the Goons - She Was Crushed
Bauhaus - The Dive
-words from your host-
Phylums - Stung
Chronophage - She Paid the Ultimate Price
Blondie - Picture This
Wingtip Sloat - Stars Bailed Out
Cid Campeador - Ella No Sabe Que Existo
-words from your host-
Headroom - New Heaven
Matchbox - Metaphysical composition
The Thingz - Lost My Mind
The Drags - Allergic Reaction
-words from your host-
Royal Trux - Year of the Dog
The Yardbirds - Rack My Mind
Dry Cleaning - Phone Scam
David Nance Group - When I Saw You Last Night
Jackie Shane - Comin' Down
-words from your host-

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Feb 26, 2019

VANITY Evening Reception LP


With a front cover looking like the outside of a death metal high school kid's notebook after the art class hippie got ahold of it, along with being on a label that is known for releasing hardcore punk records, I figured (without hearing any of the bands previous releases) that I may have a general impression of what this record may sound like just by at such artwork.

My impressions were way off. There are some things musically, if expressed as inspiration but not blatant cops, that'll always grab my ear and garner my full attention. Exile Stones, Neil with Crazy Horse, The Feelies Good Earth, Slay Tracks Pavement and Redd Kross at their pop glammy loudest are more than just a few of them.

This record from New York's Vanity rings all those bells at times. Often, several at the same time. The glitter splattered boogie and bending string blues swagger on "If You Must" and the way "Gimme Hyperbole" does a chugging downtown strut, reek of the bourbon soaked and chemical enhanced spirits of '72 era Keef but in a way as if it was all dropped in the middle of some early 90's DIY space where slacker jitteriness and tape hiss are imperative tools to communicate to one another.


Not finding the just city vibes rewarding enough, other songs here take on a ride out to the country. There's a rural bohemianism that's akin to lighting one up and watching the sunrise in a dewy field while stereo speakers that were placed in the windows blast in the short distance feeling on "Glad To Not." A same sort of mood is found on "World Gets Smaller" but much more stripped down.



To use a shopworn rock crit line, this record is packed with as many hooks as a well-stocked tackle box. If some of the tunes above don't attest to such things, and if the rockin' that pops and fizzes of songs "It's That Way For A Reason" and "You Can't Have Both" don't grab ya and make ya sway in some sorta way, I dunno what can be done for ya.

Check the look in the mirror at Beach Impediment

Feb 18, 2019

QLOWSKI Pure As Fear 7inch EP

Since I've gotten this record I've wondered how to pronounce the band's name. Is it Quelowski? Kwalowski? Kowalski? It seems no matter which way I say it sounds like I am talking about a maker of kielbasa that's based out of Hamtramck, Michigan.

Qlowski are not from Hamtramck though. They're originally from a rural part of Italy and now reside in London, England. And if asked to describe their sound, Polish sausage is not what comes to mind. What does though is that old Charles Atlas comic book ad. Except in this case, it's a twee band that transforms into a HE-MAN!

F'r instance, the jangle that shambles all over "Taking Control" and "Golden Boy" may seem all coy and a slight bit blurry, but it's played with a stamp of intrepidity. Keyboard lines and swells are abundant on both songs, setting scenes for icy celebrations.



The band doesn't just stick to such a sound that was signature to some of their obvious influences either. "Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder" has much of the songs before its oxygen flowing through it but there's also this Slits-ish and early West Coast new wave thing that binds it into a piece of its own particularness.

Get unadultered at Maple Death Records

Feb 11, 2019

Smashin' Podsistors 46: The Longest Short Month of the Year

Every winter I swear it's the most schizophrenic one we've had weather wise ever. This year it truly seems to be the case. And February is hardly half over and it seems longer than its ever been too. A permanent change of scenery is on our to-do list indeed

Servings of sound help daily travels through the expanse of grey though.

What you'll hear on this episode:



Bohemian Vendetta - Like Stoned
Timmy Vulgar's Genetic Armageddon - Suction Cup Hands 
Pram - Bewitched 
Mope Grooves - Moving Dot 
Qlowski - Golden Boy
-words from the host-
Heavy Metal – Gasmask Factory
Murderer - Juicy Fruit Dream
Flying Saucer Attack - Make Me Dream 
Tim Presley's White Fence - Neighborhood Light
Long Hots - Die Die Die
-words from the host-
Obnox - Off Ya Ass 
Cold Cream - First They Came 
Beyond The Implode - Midnight Adventures
Parsnip - Winter
-words from the host-
Graveblocker - Get Hit 
Chronophage - Dance to Guitar 
Vanity - You Can't Have Both 
Kathy Heidiman - Sleep A Million Years
-words from the host-

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Feb 4, 2019

HEAVY METAL Too Oz 4 I.t. 7inch EP

Up until now, Berlin's Heavy Metal have only served up their contorted and snotty explication of punk rock on full 12inch platters. Each of those records was like boarding an enclosed roller coaster. There are thrills inside but what sort will not be known until strapped in. The jolts and lashing movements are unpredictable and often manic. Then, before you even realized the length of the ride, it is over and it's time to hop back on and go for a spin again.

On their last album, 2017's LP3 aka The Nietzschean Supermen Of Dustbin Rock they made the claim that they were too sick for Total Punk. It seems that Total Punk took that as a challenge and did something to show the band what sick was (what they did I don't know. Given that the label is based in Florida and all know the stock jokes that go with being from there do any of us really want to know anyway) and got this tiny slab of audio pathosis in return for it.

"Underground Agent" opens the record by immediately shoving the listener down on the ground and then wildly whirling above them in a dance that's partially a pogo but seemingly more an addled tantrum. It's a sound that is stripped down to DIY basics but even with a simplicity of so few parts, it manages to be quite the entanglement. "Overtime" ups the leaping about ante' with a well oiled robotic drumbeat, gurgling basslines and a frenzied tirade for the working man.



If you've ever had a weird dream involving neon paint parties inside an active factory that operates on the fuels of doom, the outrĂ© new wave of "Gasmask Factory II" provides sullen adore as the soundtrack. "Schweinebastard" finishes off those left standing by equipping a matriarchal garage rock stomp with overjuiced laser guns and then splattering it with chimpanzee blood.

Catch the illness at Total Punk

Jan 26, 2019

VANILLA POPPERS "I Like Your Band" 7inch

After spending a few years in a notch of the USA's Rust Belt, Vanilla Poppers hazan headed back to her home in Melbourne, Australia. Then, most of the band pulled up their Cleveland stakes and followed her there.

The change of hemisphere hasn't simmer downed furor they dish out. In fact, it much more heaping. Opening with a statement such as "Get Away From Me" may seem like a blur at first its sentiment is obvious. There's no time for niceties. It's time to slash and smash.



The hardcore splatter that served as the backbone seems a bit more curved and wiggly than on their previous records. Those durable rock riffs that have been pumped into brains since the dawn of AOR and implanted themselves deep into the some of the blasts in the bands past are given a harsher lashing too.

The former is the the way "A Stranger" festers itself into a instant frenzy. The latter it's the blown up boogie licks on "I Like Your Band." They shine like the chrome of some stoner dad's '73 Ranchero there.

Get clobbered at Feel It records

Jan 23, 2019

Kuhnhenn DRIPA Double Rice IPA

How many times in the place now have I declared that I've grown completely done with IPA's only to go ahead and then say "Well, ok, maybe I am but this one is pretty unique/amazing/etc and after it, I am done with the style?"

Probably about a billion, right? Spoiler alert here is gonna be that this will make that a billion and one.

After observing that it pours a rich and hazy golden color with a firm head that leaves a good amount of lacing in its tracks of each sip, the first thing noticed are the aromas this brew gives off. Bright floral notes, a lot of citrus zing and, when given a deeper whiff, is that stewed apples I am thinking.

The hop profile comes on strong at first on the sipping side. It is one of a slightly different character though, bold but not as blustery. Mellow orange and lime nuances rather than sticky pine oil or grapefruit stings. A slight dent of dankness hangs so lightly as it is kept calm by slight touches of caramel, honey and cheesecake. There also seems to be some sake flirting going on here, which is probably the rice coming into play. The finish of this medium bodied brew is peppery and bright.

The 9.5% abv is quite mighty though it is highly disguised underneath all the interesting balancing of flavors going on. I can attest that these sneak up on ya.
Marvel the monocot at Kuhnhenn Brewing Co

Jan 21, 2019

RUBBER BLANKET "New Garbage Truck" 7inch


Comprised of Lars Finberg (A-Frames/Intelligence) and Jun Ohnuki & Brad Eberhard of Wounded Lion, Rubber Blanket isn't just the punchline to a sick burn that's best served at summer camp. It's also something that makes for waggish reverberations.

There's an ingenuous sense of wonder for the day to day mundane going on lyrically on this. Over a Warm Jets-ish Eno kinda thing that sounds like its sense of balance is corrupted and a melody of just a few notes, "New Garbage Truck" bounces about in an odd way while giving a detailed account of the newest trash hauler being spotted in the neighborhood.

It's flip, "Pedestrian Walkway", is about, the faces and things you see when while afoot in the city. A spartan synthy stroll which accompanies it helps keep thoughts chipper even if the crowd around is vexatious.
Go for a stroll at Spacecase Records

Jan 16, 2019

DIMESACK Says God Says Fuck You LP

With an album title likely copped from the Electric Eels and a pissed off & stoned attitude that makes a t-shirt design like Pantera's fist and pot leaf motif seem like it is instead covered with fluffy bunnies, I'm pretty sure I would want to be standing too close to creepy rubber masked man Mr. Sack when his temper starts to flare.


Though he's only assisted by a drummer, it often sounds like a group of cavemen here, hell-bent on bloodshed and constantly thirsty for the taste of gasoline. Beats hammer the deep into the cranium with stealthy psychic pneumatics while guitar strings turn to razorwire, flaying flesh and tangling up intestines.

The very fine line between the differences of the bad spirits that infest the souls of frazzled blues-punk devils and those of highly satanic metalists becomes even more blurred. This record is like a clock sticking midnight and then the two signed a most malevolent of pacts. Many gawked it from a distance. They did not live to see the morning.
Get cursed at Blak Skul

Jan 12, 2019

Smashin' Podsistors 45: You say ya wanna resolution...


Did you make any resolutions for the new year? Mine is to try to never act like Veruca Salt. There's an attention loving blob in this country who acts that way enough for an entire planet already.

What you'll hear: 

Lotti Golden - Get Together (With Yourself) 
Natural Man & the Flamin' Hot Band - Song About Your City 
Gargoyle Sox - Pink Little Playhouse 
Young Skulls - We're Gone 
Public Enemy - You're Gonna Get Yours 
-words from your host- 
Bad Sports - Living With Secrets 
The Mark Vodka Group - Shadow Of Your Former Self 
Priors - At Your Leisure 
Wire - Once Is Enough 
Donkey Bugs - Three Times Fast 
-words from your host- 
Hecks - The Thaw 
No Age - Soft Collar Fad 
Schizos - I'm Not a Sicko There's a Plate in My Head 
Royal Trux - White Stuff 
Rats - Turtle Dove 
-words from your host- 
 Jackson Politick - Psycho-mania 
 Ten High - Ursula 
 Cheater Slicks - Another Stab 
Junkpile Jimmy - Priest of Set 
 Halo of Flies - Headburn 
-words from your host-

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Jan 9, 2019

TROPICAL TRASH/BRUTAL BIRTHDAY split 7inch


Finding words to describe the heaviness that Tropical Trash dish out can be a bit challenging. It's a burly sort of heavy that is adept at thick mud lumbering but also can pivot into flashes of constant swiftness with the blink of an eye. It's a heaviness that often has a metallic and glaring sheen to it but it's also something much more cosmic along with being quite venomous.

It's sensical to pin the punk tag onto the band for their attitude and approach and the sound is not punk in a way Sluggo Smith used the word. It's menacing and disturbing. It's also got a freakin' groove too which gives their songs different shades from each other rather than the same paint by numbers thing over and over.

For this go-round, Tropical Trash's side, "Last Night Straight", is like a hulking piece of earth moving machinery. One that has been covered in moss that got its hydration from spilled bong water. It's spongy and earthy at the surface but deeper in, its relentlessness covers quite a wide berth.



Being that at least one member of Italy's Brutal Birthday is from the cabal of guitar feedback habitues known as Hallelujah!, I expected a bit of loud volume worship and a ton of splatter and I was not let down. Swampy and unhinged, "Facts" buzzes and stings like its inside the most psychotic of hornet nests and gives off a feeling similar to being beaten with a chain and then crawling across a public restroom floor that Grong Grong once spilled an execrable concoction of a cocktail on.

Get you alliteration on at Maple Death