Rasping and rip-roaring one-man banders are few and far between these days. They deliver a robust and vigorous sound that most musicians would not attempt without help from a couple of their friends. They keep it simple but fetching, surmounting the pressure to have it be at all cohesive. Having left his cohorts behind to relocate several times in the past, Jehosaphat Blow is now playing outsider in Prague, a city that has little to no appreciation for garage rock. His jams are fired off with a hair trigger, blistering all that they singe. Once it is over your paltry carcass will have been reduced to ashes, scattering like they were being poured into a wind tunnel that blows farts. A fucking fart tunnel. Download all of his releases for FREE below and send him a message on facebook saying how thankful you are. It's not every day someone gives you a gift as sterling and stupefying as his.
Friday, February 21, 2014
This record is an overflowing effervescence of sunshine and vivacity. Deep, boisterous guitar riffs coated in reverb, clacking drum sticks and crashing ride cymbals, sometimes at a feverish pace and other times nonchalant. Aberrant vocals are the thoughtfully placed cherry on top. In the wake of every song, you're left lifeless on a secluded beach, the tide bringing each wave closer and closer. Soon you'll be washed away by it's rich, prismatic vibes. Enjoy below and pick up the cassette here.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
1-2-3-4 Dead. You've just been massacred by some of the raunchiest carcinogenic garage punk out there. Thee Mighty Fevers of Kobe, Japan will take a potato masher to your cerebrum. They will bathe your face in hydrochloric acid. Their jeering vocals and vigorous riffs will leave you in a puddle on the pavement getting slurped up by the neighborhood hounds. Don't skip on it fuckers, wax to be had here.
And here is a more recently released split 7" with The Morbeats on Italian label, One Chord Wonder
Monday, February 17, 2014
I don't usually get too into hardcore punk, but this apeshit concoction is exactly what I need in my ears when I'm ready to punch your grisly mug with all my (finite) strength. This is something I've found myself wanting to do more and more since moving to this piss bucket of a town. The New York music scene is a big fucking disappointment, swirling a grimy toilet bowl of shit-brained, repetitive electronic music and half-assed-hipster indie slop. When a solid punk rock band does come to town, a reprehensible crowd of maybe fifteen sad sacks forms around the back of the room. If the band is offensive in any way, the crowd thins even further. It's fucking pathetic! To get back on track, this band is about as mutt as they come with members spawning from the UK, Canada and Japan (and thankfully nowhere near NYC). Clear-cut pandemonium and freak fuck babble cannons through your skull at a hundred miles per hour. Jam out on it and ready yourself for a good skull fuckin'.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Slovenly's got your balls in a vice grip this year and you'd be straight stupid to skip on a single thing they are putting out. Up next (February 25th) is this eye soldering, brain cell disintegrating heap of an LP. Sultan Bathery will kick you square in the ass crack, leaving behind a gaping hole that will scare your boyfriend straight with an overload of discombobulation and pure animosity. Attempting your beloved butt sex will be like dropping a penny down a mine shaft. I shit you not, this LP with kick you in the ass so hard you'll be in a tailspin for days. Enough talk, hit play and crank the noise!
Friday, February 7, 2014
Is reverb coated, fuzz studded, hard driven garage psych getting better and better as time goes on? I would argue that it is. And these fully drenched reprobates have got it down to a mother fuckin' science. These are the sort of tracks that will dilate your sense of time and create yearnings for psychotropic days and magic carpet maneuvers. Also consider purchasing their split LP (Recorded before their name change from Plantains) with French friars of psych rock, Os Noctambulos, out February 17th on Stolen Body.
Feel free to pay $$$
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Philly freaks burnishing your brow with their unique form of candy-coated pop punk. Flaring organs and twang infested riffs sting your heart and taint it with irrefutable love. Currently only obtainable in the futile and intangible format made for lame-asses and dickheads everywhere, mp3's, but soon to be released on cassette via Suicide Bong Tapes and then, with luck, pressed on 10" vinyl sometime in the near future. Don't sleep on it.