Showing posts with label Germany. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Germany. Show all posts

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 outré 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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Apr 24, 2018

LASSIE "YES! LIKE THE DAWG" cassette


New Wave. Not in a some platitudinous "planning a theme party" big hair/funny sunglasses/talkin' Valley Girl kind out of way. I'm talking truly bonified oddballs. Too freaky for the crowd that took theater class and boisterous and funny for the kids that always hung out in the art room. They may not be hip with the coolest and newest music out there, but everything they were into was a bit strange and usually listened to at a ridiculously loud volume.

That's the impression that Leipzig Germany's Lassie gives off. Party music that changes whatever the shindig's theme was just by them showing up. Hell, it not even fair to call it a shindig until these kooks show up. It was merely a gathering of windbags and imposters.

Straight off the band bums out the shiny, happy people with "Phone Calls On My Deathbed" by showing an affinity for leaving DEVO LP's out in the sun all day and then reenacting what it sounds like when it's put back on the turntable and played at 45 speed.


Once that jerkin' and jarrin' has cleared those squares off that dancefloor and, hell, out of the house in fact, it's time for Lassie to thumb their noses at them even more.

"Modern Vacation", which pokes jibes of the goofy ass kids who somehow become influencers on social media, is like a Sparks songs without operatic show tune bits with much more noisy mood swings and Segway references.

Yes, you heard that right. Segway references. They also wrote a song about the mall cop who rides around on one and whose job is to stop everyone's fun. Most likely he's not a fan of Métal Urbain or the Monkees so he won't appreciate the ode they penned for him.


"Tiger In My Tank" probably won't do much to improve gas mileage or performance of a set of wheels, but it's 1950's boppin' dropped into a fluorescent future that sci-fi writers have promised (yet still haven't really quite delivered on...yet) was probably written for a car chase set either on Mars or the most hyperactive animation series for the kids subsisting mostly on sugary snacks set yet.


I dunno about your neighborhood but mine could sure use a combo of loons like Lassie. I would then know that if I saw a flyer for a new wave dance party happening around town, it just wouldn't be some boor playing Howard Jones mp3's off his laptop.
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Aug 31, 2015

BIKES "Und Gut" 7inch

     Bands have emulatin' and celebratin' the laid back sleaze vibe of late 60s/early 70s Rolling Stones since, well, the Stones starting doing it. To name all the combos that have wondered what it would be like to hang out at Nellcôte and have the job of being chief doobie roller for Keith Richards and Gram Parsons would be a daunting task though. So for time's sake let's just say that Berlin, Germany's Bikes, for one side of this record at least, have scrawled their name on the list.
     "Two Mice" hazy chugs moves like the band is having a breakfast of fried chicken with a side of Chuck Berry and cocaine. It's a shabby countryfied blues groove has a certain sway but is tempered to keep from breaking too much of a sweat. If these guys ever visit New York City, they'll go on a hunt for those Puerto Rican girls they heard Mick Jagger banging on about that are dying to meet just so they can see if they really do bring a case of wine with them.
     The flip's "P.P.O.D." turns the fuzz knob up a bit, stomps the floor a bit stirs some drinks that's is ingredient thick on the Last's "L.A. Explosion" album and the first couple of Black Lips singles.
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Nov 5, 2011

MONDO RAY "Hynotized" 7inch

     To call this Munich, Germany band "Euro garage with a flair for the power pop thing" would be simple enough to do and then call it a day but it would be selling what is going on in the two songs of this little slab of plastic a bit too short.
     First off, the description of "Euro-garage" is, usually, at most, a backhanded compliment and most times a nice way of saying "Their hearts are in the right place but they just don't have IT enough to be convincing."
     Secondly, "the power pop thing, leaves it open as to what kind of power pop. After all, some of the music coined that sounds like its running on a couple of triple A batteries while others actually have some get up and go to them.
      Mondo Ray sound convincingly revved up. "Hypnotized" could almost be passed off a unreleased track from the Saints Eternally Yours for it's amped up dirty white boy take on soul power rock (minus the horns though but twice the noise as the guitars and distorted organ sounds lock gang up tightly with the rhythm section and throw down a pummel that last throughout the song).
     The B-side's "Nothing" plays it a bit more straitlaced and cleaner, hence where the blessed or dreaded, depending on which side of the fence you are, power pop badge comes in to play, but the band inject an enthusiasm into it that sounds honest and direct. The fat bass tones and spikey blasts of twanged out guitar all over the song show that these guys aren't afraid to walk on on stage with wrinkles in their shirts.
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