Here be B-movie tones, old school punk n’roll, New York mess, indie gems and a sack full of trouble-sludge sounds.
“The C33s bury home truths and gristle in rattlesnake sun-blasted fuzz. ‘Benzodiac’ churns with a groove and kick from the moment it chimes through your tweeters…”
Back on form. Back on heat. Back on scuzz. Welcome to this month’s sonic roundup…
You want songs that go bump in the aurals? 60s creep freakouts and fuzzbelly nuggets? Well this is the playlist for you.
“From the opening bars of DIY Fisher-Price lofi post-punk disco, my earballs are alive and alert…”
“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…”
Polka dot dresses swirl through the mind in tail finned gas swilling automobiles. Iced beers drip in sunshine, drive in movie screens show black and white flicks over slicked back black hair and blonde lipstick curls. This is cherry coke sweet. Polished like high chrome in saccharine shades.