01. Dress in Black
02. I Wish it Could Be 1965 Again
03. American TV
04. Walking Out on Love
05. Not Trying to Hurt You
06. Turn it Around
07. Teenarama
08. Piece of Shit
09. Come to Where it's At.
Hear
Just as a heads up, I probably won't have the opportunity to post anything more for the remainder of this week (ditto for re-upping some of the older links you've been requesting). Sorry!
Am probably only going to be leaving this up for a few days, as it looks like Eskimo Kiss may still be selling copies. The review I did for Big Takeover pretty much tells the tale, and you can read it after the jump. It's a good 'un, so enjoy.
Greensboro,
NC’s Citified manage to negotiate a happy and graceful medium between lucid,
indie guitar rock and decidedly murkier dream-pop on their latest EP, Absence. The slight, graceful flourishes of tremolo
inhabiting “Founded” and “My Family Cup” illustrate that Citified have a solid
working knowledge of shoegazer constructs, and moreover, know how to apply them
in moderation. For those of you old
enough to understand the analogy, Absence is more Souvlaki than Loveless.
Translation: what modest feedback and extraneous noise Citified exude is soothingly
manicured, not unlike The Daysleepers, For Against, and Springhouse.
01. Founded
02. Pencil Me In
03. Landlocked
04. Dutiful Scout
05. My Family Cup
Low and behold it's milf's second album, and likely the last thing I have to offer by them after exhausting the rest of their catalog on this page over the years. The title antidope was in all likelihood a pun on the word "antidote" (clever bastards these lads were, eh)? Their first full length, 1994's godhead ha ha bus! was the pinnacle of their recorded output IMO, an album that wielded equal parts wry pop hooks and hyper distortion overdrive. By comparison antidope was markedly dissonant and insular, delving into murkier terrain than milf had ever ventured into. Challenging and oblique as it may be at times, antidope offers it's share of tuneful respites - "thom" and "isao minami" winning the most favor with me. All in all it's an acquired taste worth acquiring, especially if you've been sold on their other swill. Feel your Ginsana.
And now for the second act on today's docket. New Paltz, NY’s What Moon Things don’t rewrite the
post-punk playbook, so much as revive it to its pre-hipster grandeur and
integrity, throwing the notions of today’s ersatz revivalists straight under
the bus. First and foremost this trio
hones in on texture, emphasizing nimble percussion and under-your-skin rhythmic
contractions. Secondly, their economical
setup lends itself to skeleton crew arrangements, augmented by a crisp
recording that reveals every plunky clang and crash. A foreboding, subterranean mystique is
pervasive here, countered occasionally with sweet Cure guitar tones circa-Disintegration. There’s a purity to the band’s doggedly
uncompromising tenor coursing through What
Moon Things, whether it be the bludgeoning splay of “Doesn’t Make Much
Sense,” or the woefully emoted “Astronaut,” and that’s merely in the first half
of this fabulous, noir beast of a record. Get it on CD or digitally from Bandcamp or Amazon downloads.
A year later another 7" ep, Luke & Lauraland followed. This one was a tad last wrought and boasted even greater tuneful sensibilities. Upon it's release I don't remember hearing or seeing much of Rail again, although a full length was completed, which to my knowledge never saw the light of day. There was a split 45 with the Autobots that came out in 1996 with the band pared down to a trio. I assume they called it quits shortly thereafter.