A phenomenal label compilation highlighting British (with a few exceptions) indie pop that was too damn good for the mainstream.**Please do not reveal artist in comments!**
If you weren't able to get enough of Majesty Crush's lone LP, Love 15 and spate of short form releases, you'll be happy to know there was an epilogue of sorts via the late David Stroughter's subsequent project, PS I Love You. M/C were consistently pinned with the shoegazer tag, at least by the press, but their heady dream pop inclinations were only half the story. Beneath that gauzy glaze was sincere songwriting and a somewhat clandestine melodic undercurrent. In a nutshell, Stroughter eschewed much of Majesty's extraneous noise, and treated PS I Love You as something of a glorified solo entity, and a comparatively breathable one at that. Ironically, one of my favorites on Heart of Stone, "Amsterdam," is none other than a blatant rewrite of M/C's "Penny for Love." Considering how much I loved the original incarnation of that song, I'm hardly complaining! Elsewhere we get shout-outs to a certain My Bloody Valentine frontman ("Where the Fuck if Kevin Shields") and the Beatles ("Set the Controls for the Heart of Liverpool"), alongside ruminations on far less iconic topics.
Up for a new wave cold case? Here's yet another record that I'm only fortunate enough to possess files of, so I don't even have something as basic a back cover to refer to. Episode I's seemingly lone album has a supposed issue date of 1987, but the accoutrements this outfit (presumably a duo) employed strike me as being backdated by a good four or five years. Anyway, these guys plucked out a raft of synthy 80's affectations like they were going out of style (true that). They had a couple of saving graces. First, they didn't go overboard on any particular tune, but better yet they actually came up with a few genuinely memorable ditties - "Maggie," "America Loves You," "Time After Time," among others. Heightened pop sensibilities abound, albeit nothing slick - which is just the way I happen to like it. Enjoy (you will).
01. Guido
02. Time After Time
03. Favourite God
04. Ecstasy
05. Equal Balance
06. America LovesYou
07. Calling Day-o
08. Maggie
09. Brotherhood
10. Lastsongsecondside
The name Cockeyed Ghost might ring a bell if you took a liking to a bevy of fresh-faced power pop acts emanating from the Los Angeles-era circa the mid-90s like the Wondermints, Baby Lemonade, The Negro Problem and The Sugarplastic among a dozen or so others. Starting in 1996, four Cockeyed Ghost albums came, and sadly largely went without much fanfare, but it wasn't for lack of trying or competence. CG weren't the monochromatic, three chord variation on power pop that was all too ubiquitous back then, thanks to frontman Adam Marsland, an adept singer songwriter who wielded sophisticated motifs, layered arrangements and a dynamic vocal range to boot. After pursuing multiple Cockeyed Ghost lineups, Adam launched a solo venture in earnest the next decade, yielding diverse and often visceral records like You Don't Know Me, Go West, and The Owl and the Full Moon.
Despite having ties to a fairly prominent indie label, I.R.S., I hadn't been exposed to The Daisies until just a few years ago. Typically, given their stature and era there is little more than a Soundcloud page I can refer you to. This quartet from I-don't-know-where existed at the height of the "alternative" epoch, but don't sound like a deliberate product of it. Kowloon House is heavy on ballads, but thankfully not the 'power' variation thereof. The overall effect is akin to a more economic Gin Blossoms, but that's a vague comparison at best. Truth be told the Daisies were a helluva lot more effective when they cranked their collective amps on the power chord-laced title track, "Aeroplane Day" and "Day Spent." Signposts occasionally veer towards the Lemonheads (say, It's a Shame... era) and another splendid contemporary of theirs, Small 23. An ep and a couple singles surrounded this album.
Yet another lost cause when it comes to surveying pertinent info on Google, but a sheer treat for the ears. The seemingly background-less L.E.S.R. (no, I don't have a clue as to what their acronym references) were your basic four-piece set up: vox/gits/bass/drums, who probably had a bevy of obvious accusations leveled at them back in the day - rootsy bar rock, power pop, and perhaps more inaccurately, even rockabilly. No need to fret over cataloging this NYC quartet, because their searing strain of saucy, no frills rock was effective as-all-get-out. Call 'em a more pedestrian Flamin' Groovies if you will, or perhaps a succinct foreshadowing of what the Georgia Satellites would ride into the top-ten in a couple years Whatever the case, L.E.S.R. made a devastating case for themselves inside of 600 seconds or so.
This one is almost worthy of a Chanukah upload, even if it's not an out-and-out revelation. Truth be told, Beat Feet are something of a cold case, with virtually no pertinent info available online, other than a potential home base of Brimingham, AL. One Hundred Places appears to be their only wax, and it's shame, because this quartet craft some impeccably sublime, jangle-enhanced power pop with just enough forward-thinking acuity to not only maintain my interest over the course of this mini-album but to absolutely crave more. Their somewhat frivolous moniker belies keen creative angularities on "She's on Time" and "Leaders" recalling Velvet Crush precursors Choo Choo Train, and Matthew Sweet's pre-solo venture Buzz of Delight. Stunning hooks abound virtually wherever the needle drops on this platter, and you get the feeling Beat Feat cut their teeth on the likes of the dB's more so than say, the Knack or Raspberries. One Hundred... closes out with an unlisted live track, and an uncharacteristic one at that, wherein the band shifts into uninhabited, punk-cum-metal overdrive.
You say you've never heard of a band from San Antonio, TX? You have now, and as luck would have it they were a good one. Meet Lung Overcoat, new wave denizens from the Lone Star state who oozed copious loads of promise on this four songer. Perhaps these youngsters didn't lob the beefiest hooks on the block, but Climbing Up the Hill is an ambitious mofo of a record with dense arrangements and subtly veiled socio-political themes that plot these cats wiser than their collective 80 years... or so it would seem anyway. At times Overcoat pitched in the direction of a less danceable Duran or Japan, yet were inflicted with just enough artful maneuvers and post-punk inclinations to keep them from taking the pedestrian plunge. "Life in Holes" is my pick of this all too brief litter. Check out In Depth Music Blog's excursion into the guys, with all kinds of tasty YouTube linkage and such.
Soul Asylum were clearly on a roll - one that perpetuated through their first major label outing, Hang Time. '88s Clam Dip and Other Delights ep isn't necessarily part of that volley, as it were, given it wasn't a proper album. Instead, the six-song hodgepodge with the spot-on Herb Alpert and Tijuana Brass album jacket parody is a collection of loosely executed covers and some outtakes yielding jovial but mixed results. One of the standouts, "Chains," was originally the invention of another Minneapolis act, The Wad, that Soul Asylum keenly transform into an essential missing link of their own. There were two versions of Clam Dip making the rounds, depending on what side of the Atlantic you obtained it on, but Omnivore's reissue includes all the songs from both incarnations. Four Twin/Tone-era outtakes conclude the CD incarnation of the reissue. While You Were Out and an expanded version of Clam Dip are available separately on vinyl. Physical versions are available now straight from Omnivore, and Amazon has you covered as well.