“Garage” (Used 92 times)
vitop on 09/23/2016 at 01:29PM
FFO: Pander! Panda! Panzer!, Broadcast and the Focus Group, The Conet Project
A collaboration between Vitamin Pets and Yellow Chair combining field recordings and shortwave radio transmissions, Death FM pushes back against college radio trends and fashion-first schtick-rock. The album is a nine-track look at the end-of-days, envisioning the dark future that awaits all those who allow scammy tastemakers into their homes via the airwaves. "Theme from WXHZ" and "Station Identification" construct the pulpit from which this screed is founded upon; "Is Dead" is a salvo of bombastic proportions; and "Le nozze di Rodman" dunks the listener into the nether world of intercepted broadcasts and crossed wires. The album is at times blissful ("Seven Sisters Singing") and blistering ("Octavian Man") and promises to provide all those who download it with a singularly strange experience. http://freemusicarchive.org/music/Vitamin_Pets/Death_FM/
noisemaxim on 05/08/2016 at 09:57AMVia Southern City's Lab » Visit Blog » 0 COMMENTS
Grazianohmygod on 02/15/2016 at 07:38PM
beyondwithin on 04/01/2015 at 09:15AM
Energized by a shockingly great 30th Anniversary mini-tour, wiggy art-punk popsters The Prefab Messiahs have cooked up their first new audio hi-jinks since originally disbanding in 1983(!). Keep Your Stupid Dreams Alive ─ a co-release between BURGER Records and KLYAM Records ─ is a solid garage-psych-meets-power-pop slam.
The Prefabs defiantly pick up where they left off and go Way Beyond, connecting-the-dots to 'THE NOW' for anyone who has been intrigued by their prophetic proto-lo-fi garage-psych-pop sounds.
This new batch of songs etches a loose Siddhartha-like trajectory—partly inspired by the band's early experiences—of a desperately idealistic journey from suburb to school, forming a band, encountering life’s pratfalls, and finally—battling disillusionment and self-doubt—gaining enough insight to keep dreams alive in a messed up and uncaring world. Dig?
"Weirdoz Everywhere" alternates irresistible garage-blast turnarounds and power-jangle verses; "Orange Room" evokes some classic acid-pop as bassist Trip sings about his vibrant old crash space; "Bobb's Psychedelic Car" is a trippy-yet-bracing tip of the hat to their original guide & guru, outsider psych legend Bobb Trimble (who took the photo above after the Prefabs painted his '74 Century—with the paint left over from the Orange Room!).
The sessions were captured by ace knob-twiddlers Doug Tuttle (ex-MMOSS, now solo on Trouble In Mind) and Jesse Gallagher (recorded Quilt's 1st LP for Mexican Summer). The final mixes were conjured by the band themselves, and Burger's mastering guru Patrick Haight applied the final happy-glaze.
The crazy dreams encapsulated here all conspire to live on timelessly, even without pausing to take heed of the title track’s mischievous prodding. Keep 'em alive, kids of all ages!
Boston_Hassle on 05/05/2014 at 06:06AM
MARTY KINGS - XVII (TUNNEL OF LOVE's Andy MacBain quietly releases juggernaut of a solo garage punk-pop record)
If ever there was a quintessential garage rock monster of Massachusetts, who haunts and wreaks music havoc on it's denizens across generations, suggesting some type of immortal rock quality about him.. it is Andy Macbain. Boston is lucky to have such a character. Macbains initial fuzzy footprint was left by the humungous chucks of TUNNEL OF LOVE. Ten years ago it was Tunnel Of Love instilling fear in the hearts of young Bostonians, those who dared to venture into the basement. In recent past Macbain has been stirring up shit with his trio THE MONSIEURS who (at least for those who don't remember TOL) are IT for nasty garage pop in Boston. But this project? This is a project - The Marty Kings - Macbain's latest solo venutre is a testament to why this guy needs no one. He will always be a monster of gnarly rock and roll glory and you know it'll be true because it won't matter who is around to participate or witness, Macbain will be not be stopped. People need to hear this and if need be, follow the man into hell.
- Sam Potrykus