Showing posts with label Washington. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Washington. Show all posts

Oct 1, 2018

STIFF LOVE "Attitudes" 7inch

The Stiff Love single from earlier this year was one of those kinds of records that was axiomatic in its pursuit of real punk rock. This go 'round things are even a bit more raucous.

A rowdy piece 60's teenage rage immersed punk, "Attitudes" rattles quite wiggly. It's greasy clobbering that serves up that just a simple beat. Teeth gnashed and claws out it rips and tears things to bloody raw bits.


The flip, "Out Of Control" is like something from a budget beach movie. Like Z-grade one shot under a full moon at midnight. It howls at the moon in vivid Cramps amp'd gore.

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May 6, 2018

STIFF LOVE Trouble 7inch EP

No matter how many time my folks claim it's (still) just a phase and no matter how many time starchy business associates and random squares give me a puzzled or concerned look when I reply to the question of "what kind of music do you like" I'm still probably gonna get goosebumps for the thrill for hearing some punk rock til the day slide my body into the crematorium.

Not just any punk rock though as what has come with all the years is the knack of saying "Nah, I'm not believing it. This is bullshit."

Olympia, Washington's Stiff Love are not bullshit. Fronted by Xtine of Lysol, this record sounds unhinged and set to explode after immediately after the first wiggly and wild guitar chord of "Walk In The Dark" is bashed out.


Thoughts of Redd Kross at their teenage snottiest and, because of the town they live in will probably become mandatory rock blog crits to namedrop 'em, the most feral Bikini Kill songs the world never heard both come to mind as the four songs make the stereo speakers foam at the mouth like something rabid. The thing is though with tracks like "Up In Your Room" there's a mischevious bounce to rage that gives them a bit of a garage rock swagger.


Granted, the garage is probably gonna go into ablaze with the kind of fires the band is setting so do your best to get out of the building with this record before the place turns to a pile of ashes.
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Mar 28, 2018

RIK and the PIGS A Child's Gator Mini LP


Some of the things that are missing from a lot of punk rock today is a sense of glitter and flash.

I'm not talking spangles and sparkles either. I'm talking that things like someone spraypainting themselves with a can of silver Rust-Oleum enamel for the sake of getting attention and then landing in the hospital in the morning due to the enamel clogging all their pores and causing some kind of blood poisoning. I'm talking a shiny sheen that comes from not only satin clothes but from intaking a lot of burgers & french fry grease and staying up so late from partying down that showering in the morning still hasn't entered the mind.

It's a glitz that has the opiated swagger of 1970's Iggy, the teenage cockiness of a video arcade hustler flim-flamming for coins by hawking pin doobies and the street knowledge of that one kid who always cuts class and chainsmokes Marlboro lights out in the woods behind the high school.

Maybe so many bands are lacking it is because Rik and the Pigs are hoarding it all that up for themselves. Sometimes dinging thoughts the Dead Boys if they all got their GED's, or the Jabbers if they washed their crotches at least every once in a while, A Child's Gator ruminates a world of shabby jeans and ringer tees, the drinking age being 18 years old (and all the cases of cheap beer that went with it) and whatever happened to real rock-n-roll.

While celebrating such things Rik celebrates himself for who he is and why he is so cool (and the band referencing a riff that reminds this reporter of Thin Lizzy's "Wild One") with"(Baby) I'm Electric" and extols the coolness of people he knows on "Donny Says". There's also a call out to this nation we all here live in too and a shooting of a wild surf that's happening in a gutter on a sketchy part of town.



There's even a moment here where the band throws back to themselves by updating "Don't Tell On Me" from the Total Punk single that came out in early '17. As it was, the song had the makings of a classic glam-punk jammer, so how could they improve on it? By giving it a heavier pair of boots to stomp with, a bigger guitar solo and a fresh sheen of snot.
 

A rockologist I know swears that with the phasing out of leaded gas, with it went a chemical that helped people strut the right of kinda slimy way. On this record though, it sounds as if Rik and the Pigs live downwind of a mountain full of Monte Carlos and Chevelles running their engines.
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Dec 10, 2010

IDLE TIMES s/t LP

This band's bed of damaged pop is sturdy which is a good thing because when they invite odd bedfellows of sonic attraction to romp, jump and roll around-it would probably collapse elsewise. "Working On Something" opens the album up sounding like You're Living Me All Over Me era Dinosaur Jr posing as a Buzzcocks tribute band. An instant hit for those who appreciate instant hits because of their whir-n-fire and not because of some overblown recording techniques. From there tracks like "Here Those Bells" and "Prison Mind" pick an under the influence of low budget opiate high fights with the last couple of Black Lips albums, swim through a swamp of cough syrup and Roxy Music's For Your Pleasure on "When You Wish", mix glass chips with Strawberry Bubblicious for "There You Go", get beat up and thrown out of country bar because some dickwipe in a Kid Rock t-shirt told them they weren't really country and to which they replied "Neither is that shit you listen to" on "I'm Gone" and bum out peace and love hippies the way Hawkwind did (and surely would again if the tape machine they were recording on sounded like it was being held together by electrical tape while the record knob was kept in it's position by the cardboard flap from a crush proof pack of cigarettes) with "I Don't Believe You/X-Tina". "Hey Little Girl" also takes notes from those kinda space rock and motoriks then pulls it out behind the garage to have their way with it.
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