…IT’S EVIE’S WORLD….WE JUST LIVE IN IT…
Sadly, I have a rotation of songs that run through my head when I’m doing my daily grind for the money. In the past few weeks, it’s included everything from ‘I Can Hear The Grass Grow’ by The Move to ‘Bats Ain’t For Baseball’ by Lockjaw. What can I say? I truly suck. But for the past few weeks, there’s a certain tune I can’t get outta my friggin’ skull that‘s been leavin‘ both Roy and The Slayer Hippy in the dust. ‘Hey Girls? /How’s it goin’?/ How’s your week been so far?/ I gotta the gift that keeps on givin’/It’s called ELECTRIC GUITAR!!!’. A howl of inept wailing bleeds through the words before the track dilapidates on top of it’s self and the creator blurts out ‘I Gotta Get Some Gum’. It’s just then I hit ‘pause’ in my head and think I’m actually sorta happy. This moment of half way decentness is brought to me by the Home Blitz 7” single recently released by the home blitzer himself, Daniel DiMaggio. This little hairball of enthusiasm has produced a three song single that jumps all over itself in jumbled guitars, happy-go-boom primitive pop moves and a snotty vocal delivery that would choke up even the blondest of giants. I’ll list Daniel’s e-mail at the end of this report. Do yourself the biggest flavor you can and snag it while you still can.
On Tuesday nights, my roommate is usually scratching out lotto tickets at the bodega for hours on end. I knew this would be the perfect time to bust out this new CD by Colossal Yes and don my mint tinted ascot while eating funyuns. Once I heard the creaky door slam and his footsteps drift out into the dark urban night, I started blasting the disc at a thunderous roar and wept into my deep fried treats at all those melancholy pop jams. I wept so hard that I was awoken a few hours later by my roommate shaking me conscious on the couch. He questioned what the hell the deal was with the ascot. I muttered something about a salute to our fallen hero, Don Knotts. He actually bought it and I went to bed wiping much sweat from my brow. Another dodged embarrassing moment. The story of my life. But that moment hasn’t stopped me from listening to this thing for many moments in the past few days. Do any one of you have a deep buried copy of the June and The Exit Wounds CD somewhere in your caverns? You damn sissy. Join the club! Anyone whose not afraid to enjoy a nice brass arrangement, come on over to the crib for a listen. You can wear your blazer if you want as well. I DON’T JUDGE.
Although it might cost ya the price of your weekly beer budget, you really can’t go wrong picking up this new Loosers lp on Qbico entitled 'Bully Bones’. Where previous releases find these slick devils slipping into too much of a ‘song’ mode, this one is pure smoke and abstraction from the get go. Looped strings, maracas madness and hilltop vocal drones that’ll send many a beard a swayin’. Light your windows to this on a good night and lemme know how it feels...
I’m sure most of you out there are collecting all our sheckles in big burlap sacks to spend at next week’s No Fun Fest. You’ll fly from god knows where to spend all your hard earned dime on cassettes wrapped in boogers and tinfoil while making sure your ski cap looks ‘just right’. God bless ya, you crazy bastard. While taking in the trade show, make sure you find ole Beardy Bernstein to secure volume two in the continuing Hive Mind/Workbench split LP series being done up by Heavy Tapes and Chrondritic Sound. The Hive Mind side is the pure wormhole sound we expect in our creamiest of nightmares. Workbench’s half is more of a throbbing flicker that fogs the mind and drains the pockets. Dig that fancy cover!
Before you go off to some gross porn site, check out some of the finest non-smutty pickins on the ole inner web. My hero in free dudedom, Eddie Flowers, has got the Slippy Town News site up and running and it’s a joy to read. Sights and sound are considered with great aplomb while none other than Brucie Cole shows you his live Stooges photos from 1974. Do you know how lucky you are? Sometimes I wonder… The proprietor of Philadelphia Record Exchange used to shoe me and my pals away when we would paw through issues of Siltbreeze fanzine in his store. I guess he thought it wasn’t cool for fifteen year olds to see picture of naked fat women in his establishment. Well, he can’t say nothing now that the ole Siltblog is there on the cyber thing for people of all ages to see. No sick nudie pix as of yet, but there’s talk of sounds no one in their right mind has ever heard of, which means you’ll be right at home, freak. While you're there, go to the Silt site and load up on Sunshine Superscum singles. Tom’ll be glad ya did.
Home Blitz jam available at homeblitz@gmail.com Colossal Yes available through Midheaven. Loosers and Workbench/Hive Mind things from Fusetron. http://www.slippytown.com/ for your Flower needs. http://siltblog.blogspot.com/ for all your short ordering needs. Gorge on it, skinny.
And what kinda of collection of crappy blurbs would this be without a You Tube link? Bust out your braces for this one, ya yarn boys…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxEY4gMEujQ&search=cockney%20rejects
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