Jun 17, 2019

Smashin' Podsistors 51: A Chattahoochee Reference


Though I like to think I am reasonably well-read, sometimes my brain will go off in some direction where I think something that is probably a well-worn colloquialism (or a line from a David Lynch film) is actually just a lyric from some cheesy pop country song of the 1990s.


What you'll hear: 
Cigaretz - Scared Of Girls 
Toeheads – Grad 
Registators – Panic Action 
Smart Hearts – You Beat Me To It 
Rose City Band – Fog Of Love 
-words from your host- 
 Kool 100s – Bogus Journey 
American Gorilla – Forsaken All Others 
Richard Vain – Castles 
Gun Club- Thunderhead 
Jack Oblivian – Scarla 
-words from your host- 
Protruders – No Stone 
Big Quiet – Pull The Thread 
The Fall – Wings 
Urochromes – Trapped On Planet 
Isolation Party – Disassociator 
-words from your host- 
Wolfmanhattan Project – Silver Sun 
Fabulous Fairies - Telephone 
Bikini Gorge – Cat In The Flat 
Georgia Asphault - Burn Again 
13th Floor Elevators - Dust
-words from your host- 

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Jun 14, 2019

Film Photo Friday No. 2: Embalm the ashes of the past and rise anew

The metal sculptures that dotted the parkway riverwalk in this town are now gone and have been replaced with different ones. One wonders where this Phoenix now is in the sun.

Shot on a Lomography Diana Mini using Kodak Gold 200 35mm film.


No post effects or filters applied. What you see is what the camera captured. Nothing more or nothing less.
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Jun 13, 2019

ISOLATION PARTY Fiberoptic Holiday LP


Often sounding like a small town take on '78 era punk rock that's packed with bright lights/big city notions, London, Ontario's Isolation Party are way less divisive about having a good time than their name may suggest. With an earnest heart on the sleeve yearning, a knack for colossal guitar hooks and a generally rambunctious execution, the band propels itself through quite a gamut of rock-n-roll.

Some songs here, like the record's opening salvo "Dark Matter" and "Pointing Finger" channel an antsy Pub Rock kind of thing but in a way where it blasts about as if it was influenced by punk rock instead of vice versa and the beer sweat it gives off reeks of a two-four of Boxer Ice than it does of ciders and bitters.



The ragged and comfortable feeling of faded flannel that dates back to the days before the Replacements were signed to a major label, the taste of orange bubblegum and the rush from breaking bottles on a busy street seem all present on songs like heads down chug of "Dislocator" and "Fine Lines."



Adding more twists to the above, the same thing goes with "Mr. Telephone" if you factor in some jumpy garage punk into the concoction.

Make that double for the record's title track with its infectious guitar riff and jagged bounce that drive "Sleeves" along but stir a large helping of Buzzcocksian cynical winks to the brew.

Get less confined at No Front Teeth records

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Jun 7, 2019

Film Photo Friday No. 1: The Harrington Inn Port Huron


Some locals like to tell a tale that this building was the last place Jimmy Hoffa was seen alive. It wasn't.

This building does have a share of history though. US president Harry Truman spent part of his honeymoon here.

By the time the 1970s rolled around, the place fell on rough times and was primarily a flophouse by the time the 1980s rolled around.  It was eventually refurbished and turned into a retirement apartment complex. That closed a couple years back now. It was recently purchased by a developer and is getting a new life again, this time as a boutique hotel. Pretty cool to see it come full circle.

Shot on a Lomography Diana F+ using  Kodak Ektar100 120 film.

No post effects or filters applied. What you see is what the camera captured. Nothing more or nothing less.

I caught the picture taking bug as a young child in the mid 70s when my grandmother handed me a Kodak 126 Instamatic. In high school and college in the mid to late 1980s, I learned a lot about the art of photography and how everything works when it comes to using film. When digital photography gear became somewhat affordable in the early 00s, I made the leap. Eventually, it caused me to forget a lot that I learned. It also made me less discerning of what to shoot and when. 

A couple years ago, I started using film again. Cameras that are fully manual and antiquated I like using to get my skills back to where they were and are a blast to use. "Toy cameras" with plastic lenses are fun as well. And I also cannot forget to mention the slew of cheap former Soviet Union shooters in have in my collection. It has taken me back to observing and composing  instead of just willy nilly shooting randomly at whatever. 

I hope you enjoy the photos I will be sharing as much I do taking them.

If you'd like to help me out in the costs involved  (cuz film and development does cost a bit and my extra cash to spend on such is limited after my real life bills are paid), you can "buy me a cup of coffee" at my Ko-Fi page.

-Dale

Jun 5, 2019

BRUISED Arrow of Disease 7inch

Since 2007 Chicago based Randy Records has released slabs ranging from ringing folk jangle, gooey psych-pop and totally smoked filled dive bar white boy Rhythm-n-Blues. All of them had a healthy dose of punk attitude, but not many of them would I consider, y'know, punk rock.

That is until this, the 25th release from the label. Blurrrzztin' and blitzin', the debut single from Bruised. Battered and pulsing, "Arrow of Disease" throbs like Devo on a spaceship trip where they've hired a drunken Spits to be the crew. The spaceship in question is made of tin and is held together but some sort of glowing sludge. It's a brain rattling quest to a destination of circuitry.


If the song a blast to outer galaxies the flip, "Psychic Stain", is a rough reentry to this atmosphere. It's a quick and blunt blast of jerky hardcore that scrapes across concrete in a ferocious manner.

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Jun 1, 2019

D9 Brown Sugar Brown Cow


"Big brown cow out in her big grass field/chewing on her cud cuz that's her deal."

When my kids were young, I had a song I'd sing to them with such words. Set to the tune of the Stones "Brown Sugar", of course. When I first saw this Mocha Brown from North Carolina brewery D9, it was the first thing that came to mind. Brown Sugar. Brown Cow. Oh, for sure it was something I'd have to give some sips to.

Dark in color but semi-transparent with ruby highlight, a soft pour brought out a smidgen of a head that quickly dissipated. Its scents were rich with that of sweet caramel, molasses, vanilla and hint of coffee. None of them dominate in the aroma scene here but all are fairly represented.

A sweetness of vanilla and chocolate are right up front when taking the couple of tastes. As it breathes a bit, coffee and caramel notes become more pronounced. The finish is slighty sweet but not overtly sugary.

The beer never becomes thick and syrupy which gives it an interesting slant when compared to a lot of other brews done in this sorta style. It's lightness and reasonable amount of carbonation make it a bit more sessionable than some other sweet and burly brown ales I've tried in some recent times.
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