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Sep 28, 2017

STATIC EYES The Thaw 7inch EP


There's plenty of pockets in the US of A where the Oblivians left a permanent scar on kids listening lobes. Parts of Wisconsin especially. A list of exactly who from the land of cows and beer that have especially marked for life could be rattled off but I'll leave that up for you readers to dig up and discover yourself.

I will give you one Wisco-combo currently has that kind of thing going on though. They would be Milwaukee via Madison's Static Eyes. The 'Blivs blare hangs huge in singer Lee Olsen's throat (you may remember him from trash rockin' terrors the Gut Reactions) when he screams and shouts and the band primitive rhythm pound and burnt to a crisp blues string bends.

It's not a straight up ape though as living in a snow belt makes the sound blistered from bitter north winds in the winter time rather than thickly humid summer nights of the south. It's that which this 3 song EP's title track and the cave dwelling of"Blood Moon" a chilly post-punk almost Swell Maps kind of warp and wobble that seems like it would shatter into a million shards if dropped to the ground. If and when that would happen, it probably wouldn't sound like breaking glass as much as it would a box of m-80's. 



Pick up the record at Kitschy Manitou. Find out more about Static Eyes at their Facebook thingy.

Aug 17, 2017

WOOD CHICKENS Skunk Ape 7inch EP


I had to run a search on this here thing to see the last time (if ever) I've straight up used the term "cowpunk" to describe a sound. Seems I did about five or so years ago. I then had to think back even further to when was the last time I listened to stuff that others used the same term to describe a sound. Man, I think I was still in high school. Maybe I just starting college. Either way, it was a long time ago.

On this recorded and mixed by Bobby Hussy slab from Madison, Wisconsin trio Wood Chickens, it's cowpunk all the way. Part drunken bar jangle rock sing-along, perhaps one part even drunker sea shanty and a lot of parts goofy (because we all should know that "cowpunk" is a whole lotta goofy), the record's title track tells the legend of a down south swamp creature.



It doesn't take much to gather that these guys aren't afraid of corn pone (see my goofy comment above) and, especially after listening to side B's "Third Eye Blues", would probably have me asking them if we ever crossed paths "Do you guys ever think you listen to the Dead Milkmen way too much." Sandwiched between song one and three on this EP though is take on the American hayseed standard "Roll In My Sweet Baby's Arms."



Yeah, it's pretty dang goofy too but they seem sincere in some kind of cheap beer dripping from their pores way in how they do it.
Out now on Kitschy Manitou