This is MADNESS! [MWSN61]
9 January, 2014
WHAM BAM BACK AT YA MAN. Another slew of skull-crushing music up my sleeve. Knock yerself out with the righteous noise slaughter!
The Moonrakers - You glorious bastards, you. You’re nasty. You’re messy. You’re more Fall-like than the Fall – in the sense that you could all fall apart at any time, and certainly do fall apart every time. You remind me of Swell Maps, and that triggers so many pleasure buttons in my head that you’ve nearly killed me with joy. This is what’s missing in the alternative world – amateurs that are actually fuckin’ amateur. That knock over chairs and collapse into lampshades not as an art statement, but because the band is too smashed to stand up straight. NOISE NOISE NOISE. And what fidelity? Fuck fidelity! You know I loves me ears to be crushed and grinded, twisted and sucker-punched.
“Trashwhore Panties!” What else needs to be said? “Trashwhore panties!” Although “2 bit tiramisu, sometimes I miss you” is also one of the catchiest, punchiest phrases I’ve ever heard, especially in that dude’s wailing, careening voice.
Oooh, Moonrakers. You are lust, raw and throbbing. And all your tunes are dirt cheap, as in pay-what-you-want. I am hoarding it all.
“Trashwhore Panties!” What else needs to be said? “Trashwhore panties!” Although “2 bit tiramisu, sometimes I miss you” is also one of the catchiest, punchiest phrases I’ve ever heard, especially in that dude’s wailing, careening voice.
Oooh, Moonrakers. You are lust, raw and throbbing. And all your tunes are dirt cheap, as in pay-what-you-want. I am hoarding it all.
The Wytches - No, the Wytches aren’t chicks – they’re Brighton boys - but fuuuuuuck do they wield the black magick. Grungy? Yeah? Surfy? YEAH. Hardcore? Ohhhh yes. The “Digsaw” single is a delicious slab of nasty, but two-sided nevertheless – the A-side and title track humming with steamy psychedelic melody, with heavy blue garage that blasts into fury; “House of Mirrors”, however, dispels all polite melody for screeching and hammering. SICK.
Don’t miss the Thunder Lizard Revisted EP, either, another arcane offering of cackling walloping blackening plague. You say you hear Nirvana, I say I hear Vanilla Fudge. This is the season of the Wytch! (Seriously, though. “She’s So Far Out” does have that rock grandeur mystique of “Season of the Witch”. In my mind, anyway.) They prove they can also tone it down a notch, too, without wanking or wallowing out, in “Her”. And, of course, the title track burns down the whole fuckin’ studio.
You need this bewitching devastation in your library. GO ON, both releases are uber cheap. Buy them, you cheapskate.
Don’t miss the Thunder Lizard Revisted EP, either, another arcane offering of cackling walloping blackening plague. You say you hear Nirvana, I say I hear Vanilla Fudge. This is the season of the Wytch! (Seriously, though. “She’s So Far Out” does have that rock grandeur mystique of “Season of the Witch”. In my mind, anyway.) They prove they can also tone it down a notch, too, without wanking or wallowing out, in “Her”. And, of course, the title track burns down the whole fuckin’ studio.
You need this bewitching devastation in your library. GO ON, both releases are uber cheap. Buy them, you cheapskate.
Sky Needle - Now, ladies and gentlemen, I bring you the most raucous of the three, music before the invention of conventionalized instruments, the recordings of the first musicians on the planet Earth. Sky Needle are from Brisbane, Australia, and have contrived their own weapons for inflicting vaguely melodic, barely harmonious chaos upon the world. That chick on lead is some kind of goddess, the female aspect of Loki. The music clangles, skwonks, screes, brumbles, moaks, plonks. If those descriptors frustrate you, then leave the room now. The rest of us will squalk at all the happy nonsense tweeking in our ears.
The only possible parallels I can draw are heroes that you habitual readers (ha) may recognize – the same clattering spirit of Micachu and the Shapes, the same no-fi twang and all wrong blues of Gasoline Stew and the Dump (which - oh nos, I did not transfer over from my last.fm musings. Must do at some point.) This should excite you.
Best of all, however, Sky Needle has put out loads of this primordial mess. Below, however, is the last LP, and it’s fucking great too, even though you can't order it from Bandcamp. But you can download the others, sooooo...devour.
The only possible parallels I can draw are heroes that you habitual readers (ha) may recognize – the same clattering spirit of Micachu and the Shapes, the same no-fi twang and all wrong blues of Gasoline Stew and the Dump (which - oh nos, I did not transfer over from my last.fm musings. Must do at some point.) This should excite you.
Best of all, however, Sky Needle has put out loads of this primordial mess. Below, however, is the last LP, and it’s fucking great too, even though you can't order it from Bandcamp. But you can download the others, sooooo...devour.