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After The Ball

Here we have the self-released Jeffrey Novak debut "After The Ball". Real hot one here even mastered by Mr. Jay Reatard. For this one think Alex Chilton, the Kinks & Kevin Ayres rolled into one. Sold out very quickly and limited to only 500 records, NEVER TO BE REPRESSED.Oh yeah, don't expect this one to sound anything like Cheaptime!

TEETH MOUNTAIN

With three drummers, a bass/cello player and a guitarist/violinist/samples executor - Teeth Mountain use their driving percussion in layers like some bands use guitars. The outfit’s hypnotic drones, which at times recall the Velvet Underground’s White Light/White Heat, suggest that its members also learned a thing or two from the heady intensity of Crash Worship and the exoticism of Brian Eno’s My Life in the Bush of Ghosts.

SIC ALPS

Heres something a little different.This is not an official release.I found this link on a forum.Its a live recording of Sic Alps now as a three piece with Ty Segall on drums.The sound is quite good.Great band,get it while it's there!

SUMMERTIME ROAD

Mildewy basement pop from another planet. A soapbox derby down Mt Kilamanjaro, on FIRE. Subversion of violent sexual tendencies into creepy, short pop songs. Blown-out tremolo love songs, vomiting rainbows, neon blood on your floor.Stephen & Billie from Boston Chinks/Jay Reatards band.

Arriere Garde

When you close your eyes and think of blues music, most likely the image that come to mind is of an old southern black man with dark, inset eyes, and wrinkles as deep as scars fretting out his woes in 12 bars with thick yam fingers across the comparatively skinny neck of an old Gibson somewhere down in the Delta. That's a shame. As much of the context has changed over the past over the past eighty years (!), the subject matter has not. Exhibit A: Hue Blanc's Joyless Ones, a band of fretful youths from Algoma, Wisconsin who play weird, disjointed songs that are perfectly dark and alienating, and portray a sense of life's evident draining. Self-loathing is a tiresome and noble profession, and when it's wrung out with such affecting vigor it's impossible to ignore. Hue Blanc does it brilliantly on their new LP, Arriere Garde, out now on S S Records. With their style of stream-of-self-consciousness song writing that pounds out songs that have ripened into a crystallized ooze that reveals even more melancholy textures than their last LP on P. Trash Records. They go from waltzing expressions of mistrusted love in a song called “Bloody Nights at the Hotel Bar' that teeters on a feeling of helplessness, to religious doubt in another song called “The First Deification of the Rest of Your Life” where the vocals spill out in a thick, maniacal, but somehow droning hum that pushes you to the edge of some sort of anxious meltdown. Hue Blanc's ability to interweave these feelings of mounting cold sweats, and disquiet with spiraling, often winding songs that build to perfect folds and leave you with a residual feeling of introspection is truly unique.(from Victim of Time)