Four Engines Burning
In typical AltPress form, I'm always slammed right before the holidays. Everybody needs an answer, a form filled out, a meeting, a finalized list, a drink, a meal, a briefcase filled with unmarked $50s, a reason to live, a case of vodka, a... dammit! I'm projecting again! So for those days when I don't come into work wearing a hoodie lined with 20 pounds of high-grade Czechoslovakian semtex, I prefer to meltdown to the following pieces of aluminum.
DESALVO: Mood Poisoner (Rock Action)
These psycho-Scots have a lineage that includes members of Idlewild (a band I've never liked, despite all of my Anglophile friends telling me I'm clueless. Then again, they like Stereophonics) and the positively grating, late-80s band, Stretchheads. I'm pretty sure they're named after famous '60s serial killer Albert DeSalvo, (known to your parents as "the Boston Strangler"), because this record is pretty towering in its hatefulness. Like some kind of amalgam of Mastodon's crunch, Today Is The Day's exposed psycho-sexual nerve endings and the directness of the Jesus Lizard, Mood Poisoner is, to quote a stoner friend of mine, "some serious shit." BTW, the song "Cock Swastika" is not a Metro Station cover. And they're on Mogwai's label, so it's gotta be choice, right? Think of them as the anti-Peter Frampton: Do you feel like they do? If so, seek help....
DUCHESS SAYS Anthologie Des 3 Perchoirs (ALIEN 8)
I tried to get Tim The Self-Depricator to give these French-Canadian art-damaged types some space in AP Recommends, but he "wasn't feeling it." Maybe he'd "feel it" if the Duchess-dudes would write sheet music on staff lines that were installed on his face by the fingernails of seemingly deranged frontwoman Annie-C Deschenes. Recalling everything from a sociopath Death From Above 1979 ("Ccut Up"), a summit meeting of Thurston Moore and Made Out Of Babies ("La Friche") and/or the angularity and synthesizer abuse associated with Point Line Plane or Chromatics ("A Century Old"), this team of racket-makers is more fun than those seances we hold in Rachel's office. You don't know about these? All the editors surround her promo Bronx ouija board in an effort to reach Nancy Spungen to find out a) if Sid actually offed her, b) whether hell is balmy this time of year and c) if introducing heroin to the British punk scene was her biggest accomplishment in life.
MAN-FLU
Okay, so it's not on the unpopular compact disc format--go bitch about how I let you down on your own damn blog. On their MySpace page, these great Britons describe themselves as "a change of ambience as you walk into different rooms of an empty house; the lies of a cheating politician AKA east-coast punk; your first time with another woman; Tim Westwood on Acid; amputee sex; GWAR." I'd throw in a female-fronted Pere Ubu populated by a bunch of psych-ward attendants who like their jobs entirely too much. Will somebody please throw a briefcase of money at these people to record 10 songs, like, right now?
DESALVO: Mood Poisoner (Rock Action)
These psycho-Scots have a lineage that includes members of Idlewild (a band I've never liked, despite all of my Anglophile friends telling me I'm clueless. Then again, they like Stereophonics) and the positively grating, late-80s band, Stretchheads. I'm pretty sure they're named after famous '60s serial killer Albert DeSalvo, (known to your parents as "the Boston Strangler"), because this record is pretty towering in its hatefulness. Like some kind of amalgam of Mastodon's crunch, Today Is The Day's exposed psycho-sexual nerve endings and the directness of the Jesus Lizard, Mood Poisoner is, to quote a stoner friend of mine, "some serious shit." BTW, the song "Cock Swastika" is not a Metro Station cover. And they're on Mogwai's label, so it's gotta be choice, right? Think of them as the anti-Peter Frampton: Do you feel like they do? If so, seek help....
DUCHESS SAYS Anthologie Des 3 Perchoirs (ALIEN 8)I tried to get Tim The Self-Depricator to give these French-Canadian art-damaged types some space in AP Recommends, but he "wasn't feeling it." Maybe he'd "feel it" if the Duchess-dudes would write sheet music on staff lines that were installed on his face by the fingernails of seemingly deranged frontwoman Annie-C Deschenes. Recalling everything from a sociopath Death From Above 1979 ("Ccut Up"), a summit meeting of Thurston Moore and Made Out Of Babies ("La Friche") and/or the angularity and synthesizer abuse associated with Point Line Plane or Chromatics ("A Century Old"), this team of racket-makers is more fun than those seances we hold in Rachel's office. You don't know about these? All the editors surround her promo Bronx ouija board in an effort to reach Nancy Spungen to find out a) if Sid actually offed her, b) whether hell is balmy this time of year and c) if introducing heroin to the British punk scene was her biggest accomplishment in life.
MAN-FLU
Okay, so it's not on the unpopular compact disc format--go bitch about how I let you down on your own damn blog. On their MySpace page, these great Britons describe themselves as "a change of ambience as you walk into different rooms of an empty house; the lies of a cheating politician AKA east-coast punk; your first time with another woman; Tim Westwood on Acid; amputee sex; GWAR." I'd throw in a female-fronted Pere Ubu populated by a bunch of psych-ward attendants who like their jobs entirely too much. Will somebody please throw a briefcase of money at these people to record 10 songs, like, right now?
3 Comments:
i still have the promo of idlewild's first album that you gave to me. and i seem to remember you writing about them around that era, too. then again, the first record is way noisier...
and btw, i don't really like stereophonics. but desalvo sounds great...
i'm digging Desalvo, we need more Helmet type bands in the world these days. I don't get the "cock swastika" Metro Station reference though.
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