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.

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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.

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