80 Proof

Well, shit.  Now what?

Been a whole lot of kerfuffle on the on the ol' internets over the last, well, forever (in digital age) about what constitutes "real Country".  Professional moron Blake Shelton certainly didn't help matters much in his recent comments. (would love to see him stand boot to boot with Merle Haggard and call him an "old fart" and "jackass"...we can only speculate how that encounter would turn out).  This is actually old news, relatively speaking, and plenty of others have called out Shelton over his comments.  But, it raises many questions about the machinations of the accepted machinery of Nashville's production line of safe "hats" and Country radio's culpability in the watering down of a very unique tradition into packages of jingoism and tired stabs at rabble-rousing. 

At some point, we have a longer post on this matter, and we've never been afraid of kicking up some dust, if need be, but we don't wanna put today's cover star in the crosshairs, as it were, other than an acknowledgement that he's the perfect antidote to both the generic posturing of "contemporary" Country and the suspicious nature of "alt" Country, who's time has long passed.

We can argue "authenticity" until the cows come home, and it's an interesting, if slightly frustrating, argument.  But...read on...

So.

Owen Mays is a big man.  With a big voice, which he uses sparingly.  He's got big ideas, that he channels through the tropes of Country, destroying the safety net as he goes.  The "tradition" is there, which finds its home in instrumentation that is both familiar and alien. Alien in a world of bleeps and blips and focused dressing to disguise a lack of songwriting.  Owen Mays writes songs...remember those? 

Your back porch six-pack shotgun savior, then.

Mays travels a dusty road, full of cratered wagon wheels,  the dust a badge of pride, the hard travelin' a mark of a man with a message, the circuit ridin' preacher, demons at his back and the open plains shinin' golden afore.  And, so the music...

From the concept of the "old weird America", we've been blessed by a variety of snake charmers and medicine men over the years, and Owen Mays takes his place, crafting tunes both old as the hills and firmly standing in the wide open spaces of now. On the two albums we have (with another on the way soon), "Red Wine and White Lines" and "Nobody Loves You When You're Down" (with the 80 Proof Boys), Mays spins and weaves a hootenanny, dancing you a sad waltz into the lonely night, drinking you under the table, stomping the hardwood floors, and swinging you like a dance-hall partner, shake hands and do-si-do.

As a songwriter, Mays is a keen observer, and can turn a phrase with the best, with a lighting in a bottle level of introspection leavened with a thrill for the "good times".  At times lovely, at times sad, at times vengeful, at times lascivious, he takes the human condition and makes it his very own, and invites you to join him on the hayride.  Fiddles and  geetar, banjo and slapped bass.  All the joyous and sad things in life wrapped in a bundle, and pure Country in the way Merle and George and Lefty meant it. 

Much talk about the current saviors of  male Country, Jamey Johnson, (the mighty) James Hand and Hayes Carll (for differing reasons and differing levels of appreciation), but Owen Mays certainly could stake his claim amongst 'em (or above 'em...yr mileage may vary).  (There are so many other great artists in the trenches, that we are guilty of omission...someday we'll get to 'em all...). 

One of our favorite new artists, then.  The Honky Tonk is open, and Owen Mays is bringin' the hootenanny in spades.  He's comin' to yr town soon, so open up yr screen door, bottle up the fireflies and string the lights.  Pull out yr favorite bourbon and sway yr gingham dress 'til the early hours. 

Owen Mays and The 80 Proof Boys: 80 Proof Nights (mp3)

Owen Mays: Bar Stools, Neon Signs and Old Milwaukee (mp3)


Please support yr local, independent Cowpokes and Ranch Hands.


  

Beat Fury!

Here we go.

Another new feature:  Essential Comps Everyone Should Own!  Great compilation albums essential for every hi-fi!  Let's see how long this one lasts!!!

Our first entry is the mighty comp "Beat Jazz-Pictures From the Gone World", on Pesky Serpent Records.   

Dig that swing, daddy-o, cuz this a mighty slab o' bongo-beatin', be-bop swingin' down'n'dirty finger poppin' groove and rhythm rebellion, featuring such luminaries as Jack Kerouac, Slim Gaillard, Kenneth Rexroth, Moondog, Sun Ra, Coleman Hawkins, and Bob Dorough. 

It's a beat-noir masterpiece of funky jazz, Autumnal groove, caffeinated word-bop and SEX, SEX, SEX!!!  Perfect for every party, when the mood gets down and the mellow vibe is needed, slap this fucker on and watch the berets go flyin' as the kids get their freak on! Ya think you've got a mad pad now?  Its' about to get even madder!

"Beat Jazz-Pictures From the Gone World" can be found all over the world-wide web (even available on the inferior CD version...we, of course, recommend the vinyl)....Check it out, now, you beatnik funk soul brothers and sisters!

Perhaps our favorite "comp" of all time.

The following is ripped from our vinyl copy.  

Roy Glenn: Big High Song For Somebody (mp3)

Ellie Glenn and the 7 Beat Sulks: Let's Make It (mp3)

Please support yr local, independent chin-bearded bongo-beatin' beatnik. 

Six Pack

Hey Now!  Rock'n'Roll raconteurs!  Where y'all been?  Got the holy rollin' spirit deep down, Amen!  Sabbatical over, let's kick off with a new installment of the world famous Big Rock Candy Mountain 6 Pack Series! 

6 tunes, ripped from vinyl, that are sure to move yr feet and save yr sinnin' soul!  Goin' heavy on the sleaze this time, with some salvation worked in, so gird yr loins in yr special, sanctified undepants, we're goin' on trip from Heaven to Hell!

Jerry Jaye kicks us off with a proper, down home honky tonk bootstomper of a life live in the bottle (and drivin', of course, not that we condone that behaviour, of course).  Follow that up with a Voodoo Rhythm two-fer, the good lord willin'.  A couple of tracks, unearthed grubs from the dirtiest Bloooze'n' Jaysis dirt, to rattle yr bones and shake yr sinner hips, courtesy of The Gospel Pimps and the mighty, mighty, mighty Reverend Beat Man. 

If y'all can survive that....take it down to Texas for a little more boozin', courtesy of the seminal Jon Wayne!

Gotta wipe the sleaze of yr chin after all that?  Well, get truly sanctified by Reverend Douglas Bell and the Stage Cruisers, and a low-down gospel rave-up to send the Holy Spirit wingin' yr way (and he's comin' on missile, so watch out!).

And, finally, after all our indulgence, a cautionary tale, from our old pal, and fave rave Country artist, Hank Snow.   And what would life be like without ol' Hank?  Not good.  Not good at all. 

Enjoy!  Buy rekkids!  All songs ripped from our library of vinyl!  Rock'n'Roll daddy-O!




Jerry Jaye: Drinkin' My Way Back Home (mp3)

Gospel Pimps: Oh When the Pimps (mp3)

Reverend Beat Man: It's A Beat Man's World (mp3)

Jon Wayne: Texas Wine (mp3)

Reverend Douglas Bell and the Stage Cruisers: Nuclear Blast (mp3)

Hank Snow: The Face on the Barroom Floor (mp3)

All songs are from vinyl, which is how god intended it.  Support yr local, independent rekkid store!

I'll Be Willin', To Be Movin

Awwwwwright!!!!!!!!  Finally, the culmination of 2012, the Top 10 of the Big Rock Candy Mountain Best Records of the Year, busting out yr eardrums!  The finest rekkids, made to make you fuck, fight and forget!  Kick it kids, the righteous religion of rock'n'roll lives and breathes, killing yr speakers and screw that pussy indie or Top 40 shit.  Preachin' and prayin', put a cape on us (can we get a witness?!),  and rise up to holler more!

Take the mic, Mr. Scratch!

The Big Rock Candy Mountain Best Records of 2012, Part The Final!

10. Barry Brusseau: The Royal Violent Birds LP

Another deep Autumn record by Mr. Brusseau (who we wrote about here), like red and orange leaves falling all about, droned and sad.  A monumental record, from a supremely talented, independent and idiosyncratic artist.  More on Mr. Brusseau and his fledgling label coming up soon.


Barry Brusseau: Plymouth Fury (car ride) (mp3)

9. Owen Mays and the 80 Proof Boys: Nobody Love You When You're Down 

Boozed-up, bad-livin' honky tonk glory, like the good lord intended.  Mr. Mays is our next post, so we'll have more say then. Gird yr pansy "alt-country" loins, kids, this is the real deal.


Owen Mays and the 80 Proof Boys: 80 Proof Nights (mp3)

8. Outer Minds: Outer Minds LP/ Behind the Mirror LP

Two mighty psych-scuzz platters from Chicago's finest, space is the place with rockets burning stars into oblivion, droned jangled chanted swirly cream universe, free yr mind and explode a million times the Sun.

Outer Minds: Kings and Thrones (mp3)

Outer Minds: Look Behind the Mirror (mp3)

7. Reverend Frost: Bloody Tomahawks 7"/ Every Goddam Thing To Hell LP

Perennial Mountain fave Reverend Frost gives us a proper album and a hell of a 7".   Rickety, creaky, jesus on a bender trash galore, Tom Waits meets the Cramps in a rumble, knives pulled, there's gonna blood on the moon tonight, and the horror movie in yr mind is a living thing, greasy and jumpin' jive.  The Devil's on yr tail, the road is winding, with only one headlight and the breaks are out, the darkest canyon below, belching fire, and who's yr savior?


Reverend Frost: Every Goddam Thing to Hell (mp3)

6. catl: Soon All This Will Be Gone

 What we said in our review:

A trashy glory of of an album, full of strange back road ramble, bruised, bloody, and anglin' for a fight.  Nasty, filthy gutter blues, ready to move yr ass and shoot you busted and broken into the night... This is a band, and a record, that wants you to fuck, drink, and get got-damn lowdown... blown-out tire, voodoo-kissed, burn the white-trash porch down ravers, all organ-drenched, harmonica blistered, geetar-fucked, rhythmic groovers, hollerin' and scuzzed, bleeding sweat and kerosene, white lightning and mad dog cocktail. Main man catl his very own self rakes the unholy coals of hell with his mud-stained voice a prophet.

 

catl: He'll Make A Way (mp3)

5. Dynamite Pussy Club: Church of Yeah!

Holy fuckin' shit!!!!  Revved to the red rawk'n'roll, busted speaker trash gospel sleaze, testifyin' the apocalypse, booze broads and hollerin' sanctified  gut bucket tear this motherfuckin' roof down.  Nothin' was nastier this year, big fuzz wailing soulpunkgarage destruction.  We're out of breath listenin' to this holy mess of rawk scuzz!


Dynamite Pussy Club: Testify! (mp3)

4. Ian Hunter and the Rant Band: When I'm President

This was a year when critics rushed to praise a few oldsters who made less than exciting records.  Springsteen showed he was a better keynote speaker than his newest bland record (which Rolling Stone named "best record, showing how out of touch they are) would prove.  Dylan officially went off the deep end, and not in an interesting way, despite what folks will tell you, and gave us a tiresome rehash (and possibly theft) of tropes we've heard over and over.   Neil Young released an un-listenable  2-disc set of tedious hippie jams, looking backwards.   The Rolling Stones just looked stupid and their new single was a by-the-numbers turd.  Good lord, can anyone over 60 (other than Tom Waits) make an interesting record?

Well, yes, yes they can.

Ian Hunter (you might know him from Mott the Hoople...you know...the classic "All The Young Dudes") is yr man!  Wait, come back!

Still urgent, still full of glam situation, horns and plinking shack-styled piano, Hunter knows what moves the spirit, and boogie-fried southern growl, swing a bar band round the rosy,  man just wants to rawk and fuck the introspection, it's all about the big sound and the end of the night where yr dancing with yr guy or gal and yr not gonna get fucked over with irony.  The gravel voice, the rock'n'roll, the silent sweeper while you clutch the one you love over the big sound.  Nobody else came close.

Ian Hunter and the Rant Band: Comfortable (Flyin' Scotsman)

3. James Hand: Mighty Lonesome Man

Honky Tonk.  Country music the way you remembered, stripped of Nashville nonsense.  The mightiest man, with pedal steel and fiddles and the loneliest whistle.  James Hand, whom we have been in love with for years,  solidifies his place in the pantheon of Hank, Merle, Lefty, George, and Waylon.  They're of a piece, and James Hand carries the tradition. 

No pretenses, no nod to "alt", no compromise.

What James Hand does is transcend the expected, delivering a set of pure country gold, lonesome desert, deep-hearted and purely old-school (not a bad thing). 

Put yr boots on the hardwood floor, raving up sawdust and dirt, swing yr partner and dance and cry and drink and dance some more. 


James Hand: Now Not Later (mp3)

2. Neneh Cherry and the Thing: The Cherry Thing

The most unexpected of records, a jazz "thing", from the daughter of a legend (that would be "Don"), best known for a 90's hit.  But, good gravy, transforming how we think about music, and the stuffy preclusions taken.

Deep Soul, punk cover, layered and defiant, furry and sex groove,  a helium balloon voice slinking in and out over transcendental soundsoundsound, oh yes.

Sun Ra backing Billie Holiday, when you dream, deep dream the constellation lighting up the walls around yr lonely bed.   Wake and feel the tremor of the earth, the moon shining just for you, and you alone, the sound of all yr hopes laid bare, and be, and be, and be.....

Neneh Cherry and the Thing: Dream Baby Dream (mp3)

1. Daddy Long Legs: Evil Eye On You LP


Rock and Roll was informed by the Blues.  With that, we give a tip o'the hat to Nick Tosches and Greil Marcus.   And where does that leave us?  A crossroads, as it were, between the holy Southern jukejoint and the New York transposing, a posture on both ends, a fight between the sacred and the profane.  Where white boys, now, mimic and flagellate on a created altar, the battle of Ghost World's "Blues Hammer" and Fat Possum's crate-digging attempt at revival, complete with hip-hop re-workings of  the assumed standard, standing in stark contrast to tradition, whatever that is.

A little over a year ago, we attended Norton Record's big anniversary fest in Brooklyn.  It was a great festival.  On the last night of the fest, a band came on early, and we missed the first half of the set.  What we saw of the remaining set blew our minds, and put that band on our radar....what records could we buy from them, this insane band that was suddenly our favorite band in the world?   Well, nothing, really, other than an A-Side on Norton's famous Rolling Stones tribute series (they did "Cocksucker Blues"....a great choice).  So, we bided our time, listened to other great records, pushed this band into the recesses of our mind, figgering well...at some point they'll release a record, and it 'll probably be pretty nifty. 

We had no idea.  No idea at all. 

What Daddy Long Legs unleashed upon these cynical ears was nothing short of masterwork.  A shot in the dark of the deep trembling heart of rock'n'roll, all desperation and harmonica short-fuse mess-around, blowing yr ears, yr speakers, yr very rhythmic pulse, whoopin' and stompin' from the get-go, going deep down into yr soul and pulling you into frenzy, wailing the chug a chug and chug a lug, spilled beer on the barroom floor while you kick and shimmy the slide on down to Satan's very personal lounge, the sound of the damned and the sound of the "we don't give a fuck", because the shack is open 24-7 and we're gonna grind and fuck the latest morning and the deepest night, blow, baby, blow, the train is haulin' and we're in the caboose, the back end of respected society, hootin' it up to the end of the line.

Yeah, it's 3 white boys from Nooo Yawk.  And, yeah, they kick yr ass from every direction.  Full throttle, nuthin' you heard this year comes even close!

Best Record Of The Year!

Daddy Long Legs: Shackin' Up (mp3) 


Hey, support the artists and the labels!  Donate to the mighty Norton Records, who got fucked by Hurricane Sandy!  A world without Norton Records is no world we wanna live in!

Drivin' Every Kind of Rig That's Ever Been Made

Day 4 of our Big Rock Candy Best Records of 2012!  Things are gettin' serious, all y'all!  Heaven and Hell only know what might fall into the TOP TEN, based on the killer rekkids we've got for ya today!  Can you handle the excitement?  It's all about the Rawk, baby, so kick back, pop a top, Country fans be warned (we'll make ya happy soon), and ramp yr rocking chair up a few speeds, we're rollin'...!

Big Rock Candy Mountain Best Records of 2012, Part 4!

20. Wild Billy Childish and the Spartan Dreggs: Dreggradation LP/ Coastal Command LP

Billy Childish again.  Of course.  2 LP's released simultaneously, both bearing Childish's inimitable stamp of punk garage fury (with a hint of mod-era Who, mayhaps?), this time  full of very English inside-jokes, mythology, and philosophy.  You feel smarter, while still pogoing and banging your head against the brick wall of society.

Spartan Dreggs: Radio Dreggs (mp3)

19. John Wesley Coleman III: Trans Am Summer Blues/ Last Donkey Show LP

One of America's finest songwriters, sleazed backroads country laments, noisome bar band ravers, delicate meandering, big giant handclappin' rawk, lo-fi scuzz transistor, a spilled map mess of everything great in the world.

John Wesley Coleman III: Saturday Night (mp3)

John Wesley Coleman III: Hangin' Around (mp3)

18. Heart Attack Alley: Living in Hell LP

Trashy deepdown blues, green-furred harmonica destruction, vampy swamp-noir vocals, the riverboat on the Mississippi listing dangerously floods-a comin'.

Heart Attack Alley: Don't Waste My Time (mp3)

17. Diamond Rugs: Diamond Rugs

End of the night, last band on earth lookin' for a beer and a lay, racing vintage jalopy horns and pedal steel glory.


Diamond Rugs: Hightail (mp3)

16. The Coup: Sorry To Bother You

Best protest record of the year, yr mind and yr loins on fire, deeply funky, shimmer and shake the end times with the party in full swing Boots Riley yr emcee, floorboards stomped and the downfall of western civilization is a hootenanny, "Magic Clap" the best song you've heard all year.


The Coup: Magic Clap (mp3)

15. Natural Child: Hard In Heaven/ For the Love of the Game

Dirty, dirty rawk'n'roll, snotty like it should be, a little Ian Hunter a little Replacements a little boogie the shack down, crude 70's geetar girls girls girls summer cruising pumping out yr Trans Am.

Natural Child: 8 AM Blues (mp3)

14. Liminanas: Crystal Anis

Fizzy droned summer pop like Stereolab meets Nico meets Ye Ye meets Lee Nancy Serge and Jane, sweet and very sour, delicate and sharp, endless starry night, willow tree aflame with fireflies.

The Liminanas: Salvation (mp3)

13. 10 Cent Fuck Flicks: 8 Songs About Drugs and Sex

Completely fucked up scuzzsleaze songs about, well...fucking and drugs, not subtle but devil may care in short bursts of wicked raunch,  filthy low-bottom rawk inspired in jizz-soaked beer-stained urgency, more alive in lowest-common denominator you want this like yr latest fix.

 10 Cent Fuck Flicks: Chew You Up (mp3)

12. Left Lane Cruiser and James Leg: Painkillers


The mighty and right Rev. James Leg teams up with god's favorite band,  Left Lane Cruiser, for a grooved out, righteous, dirt road workout, filthy and primal, jesus on the lp runout blessing his children on the tribal satan hallelujah fury, fire on the mountain scorched earth below!


Left Lane Cruiser and James Leg: Ramblin' On My Mind (mp3)

11. Chicken Diamond: II

What we said earlier this year:

"Haulin' devil-boogie junk in an Ed Roth jalopy,straight outta France, this is a record that burns, deep hellfire blues and gasoline vapor trail.  Chicken Diamond, his very unrighteous self, kicking voodoo sleaze across a dirty horizon,  howling and gnashing for your soul, blurred bluespunk, one man prophet, the pedal goes down and it's straight to the cliff of damnation, jeering the whole way. "

Chicken Diamond: Country Song (mp3) 

Seriously, support the artists!  Fuck the man!  Corporate rock sucks!

Ringing In

Happy New Years Eve!  We'll take a break from our Best of 2012 List to wish all y'all a great night and a peaceful day!  Here's a few tunes to keep the party going, from early on to the stumbling break of dawn! Enjoy, and behave!

Part 4 of the Big Rock Candy Mountain Best of 2012 List returns tomorrow!  We're almost there!


Swing the old year away!


Billy Ward and His Dominoes: Ringing in a Brand New Year (mp3)

Johnny Otis: Happy New Year Baby (mp3)

Jimmy Jules and the Nuclear Sound System: The New Year (mp3)

Cameos: New Year's Eve (mp3)

The Qualities (Sun Ra): Happy New Year to You (mp3)

Blind Lemon Jefferson: Happy New Year Blues (mp3)

Be careful out there!

I'm Drunk and Dirty, Don't Ya Know

Small technical difficulties with our LP to digital making us late today, but here we are!  Day 3 of Big Rock Candy Mountain's 50 Best Records of 2012!

Not much to say, other than encouraging folks to let us know their faves of the year, in case we missed something!

On with it then...

The Big Rock Candy Mountain Best Records of 2012, Part 3

30. Radar Eyes: Radar Eyes

Blip and bleep space travel over Beach Boys fuzz incognito, the last wave on nuclear ground.

Radar Eyes: In Time (mp3)

29. T.Tex Edwards: Intexicated!

Cowpunk castration, a collection of sorts, psycho hillbilly wipe 'em off after shame, stomp and shit-caked boots travelin' gothic sugarcane sleaze.


T.Tex Edwards: Cravin' (mp3)

28. The Golden Boys: Dirty Fingernails

Bar band glory, organ-drenched geetar salvation, last body in the bar looking for love or fucking either one will do, the stink of stale beer and 3 AM hullabaloo.

The Golden Boys: Outta The Dark (mp3)

27. Puffy Areolas: 1982: Dishonorable Discharge

Nasty-ass scuzz, with theme deconstructed out of blown speaker dissolve, cranked-out blown, and blasted fuzzed out vocal disappear. 


Puffy Areolas: Not Tonight (mp3)

26. Andre Williams: Night and Day (with the Sadies)/ Life /  Hoods and Shades

The legend...3 albums in one year, the very soul of rhythm, hard lived and full of piss, garagecountyrhythmandbluessoulbaby...yes...you cannot fuck with this man!

Andre Williams and the Sadies: I Gotta Get Shorty Out of Jail (mp3)

25. Becky Lee and Drunkfoot: Hello Black Halo

Big stomp deepcountryblues trashgirl fuck you.

Becky Lee and Drunkfoot: Shoot 'em Down (mp3)

24. Holly Golightly and the Brokeoffs: Sunday Run Me Over

More Holly Golightly exploration of old weird america, perhaps her best ever, slicing out cotton fields on fire viewed from creaky boards with history crashing and slipping into god, who has abandoned the shack, the devil alive in fire.

Holly Golightly and the Brokeoffs: Goddamn Holy Roll (mp3)

23. Useless Eaters: C'est Bon LP/ Addicted to the Blade 7"

The last bastion at the end of the world, sharded and angular, sleazed-out full of garbage leavings and lo, a saviour!


Useless Eaters: Receiver (Drop the Bomb) (mp3)

22. Hank Haint: Blackout

Yr best Hank Williams for the new millennium,  in rawking chair electric spinning sparks against dying fireflies, the world at it's cowboy end big hat smoldering on wooden planks dreaming of yesteryear.


Hank Haint: Keep On Walking (mp3)

21. The Hussy: Weed Seizure

Psyh-destruction, kaboom, the peace sign shining neon with shards of bellybutton gazing focused into frenzy, toked and twisted into fuzzy blasting aural explosion!
The Hussy: Bang Bang (mp3)


As ever, support the bands and the labels!

Driven By The Snow

 Man, we want that hi-fi system above....

Here we go!  Day 2 of the Big Rock Candy Mountain Top 50 Rekkids of 2012!  Good times!

Y'all might notice a lack of 7"'s on the list...gonna give 'em their own list eventually.

Also, y'all might notice that we have virtually no major label releases on our list (maybe a couple of exceptions coming up).  Oddly, that's not so much on purpose, but more, well, the fact that the "majors" don't really release anything interesting.  It's just not in their nature.

The Big Rock Candy Mountain Top 50 Records of 2012, Part 2

40.  Eric Burdon & The Greenhornes: S/T

A legend returns, garage band in tow, for typically tart shout-along, taking the piss, no prisoners.

Eric Burdon & The Greenhornes: Black Dog (mp3)

39. Singing Loins: Here On Earth

Busker-influenced (from way before the recent wave of lame pretenders) stomping and  back-porch hootin'!


The Singing Loins: Happy Me Up (mp3) 

38. Soulsavers: The Light, The Dead Sea

Swirled black as night sinful gospel, fading in and out like am radio crackle, deep beats and symphonic hallelujah if trance was heaven, and we won't tell who does "vocals".

37. Teen: In Limbo

Ronettes meet the Cure, girls in summer fuzzy and sepia, produced by Sonic Boom of Spectrum and Spacemen 3, so that's what you can expect.


Teen: Better (mp3)

36. Spiritualized: Sweet Heart Sweet Light

The sound of psych god moving across the surface.

Spiritualized: Hey Jane (mp3)

35. K-Holes: Dismania

Nooo Yawk no-wave inspired freakout and splatter, geetar frenzy sax destruction deconstructed  blown a fuse.

K-Holes: Rats (mp3)

34. Ex-Cult: Ex-Cult

Punk from a garage filled with paint fumes, traded vocal shouty, shambling, stanky, Memphis on fire!

Ex-Cult: Better Life Through Chemistry (mp3)

33. Atomic Suplex: Bathroom Party 

Rawk baby, lose yr eardrums the party's started, everyone's naked and fucking toward the end of time, balloons popped into helium madness!


Atomic Suplex: I'm On (mp3)

32. Cowbell: Beat Stampede

DeepBluesCountryFreakbeatR'nB mashemup, timeless.

Cowbell: Oh Girl (mp3)

31. Ketamines: Spaced Out

Psych-fuzzed trash snot, surged with organ and vintage rawk, yum!

Ketamines: Teenage Rebellion Time (mp3)


Please support independent artists and labels.  Buy a record or 7".  Take a chance and go see a show at yr local dingy club!  Fuck arena spectacles!