Dig in and ingest and digest. Here’s this month’s high delights for your pleasure…
garage
“If 60’s dirt freakouts and 70’s dum-punk mixed with pure noise might give you a kick, then come in and I think we might click…”
“The Burial and Crack Cloud-like structure of verses, the ease of the sounds that slide by. There’s a movement and freedom that riffs and reflects on the subjects of not having either…”
“It’s virile, contagious, it’s urgent and lean, but above all it’s just so damn cool. Add to all this a sharp clawed attack on intolerance and we have a fight music brawler…”
You want songs that go bump in the aurals? 60s creep freakouts and fuzzbelly nuggets? Well this is the playlist for you.
With a single that’s let loose today, with shoegaze 90s jangle and a femme Britpop prowess that runs between Sleeper and Lush, it’s my chance to catch up and dig deep…
“Yes it’s a cheap kick, a paper thin throwaway, but that’s by design and for fun. It might not yet be the caliber of ‘Young Loud & Snotty’, ‘L.A.M.F’, or ‘Hate To Say I Told You So’, but it’s a direct and worthy descendant…”
“They teeter on garage, psychobilly, and CBGB’s golden era. They’re a throwback and homage to drive-in monster movies, dimly-lit back-street theatres and the scuzziest Americana…”
“This is no-wave aggression with goth-static feedback and a psychedelic twist of industrial noise…”
“It’s conviction that saves this, again and again, through the only-just-slightly too over-touched sheen of its 80s hair-glam rawk production…”
