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