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.