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.

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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.

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