01. Hello Goodbye
02. Color Eyes
03. She Wants
04. Roll On
05. Never Say No
06. You Call
07. Performance
08. Armed Robbery
09. Look Smug (Kool Guns)
10. Sensitive Guy
11. She Gets No Help
12. Release Me
13. Computer Breakdown
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From my understanding, Starvation Army were something of a staple in the '80s Cleveland-area punk/hardcore scene. For better or worse, my firsthand knowledge of the band begins and ends with this 45, but I'm pretty confident that this four-piece were the stuff that Maximum 'N and Roll and KBD compilations were made for.Kicking things off is the mean, mid-tempo "Deep Sea Diver," suggesting what the Lime Spiders would have sounded like by way of the Sex Pistols "Submission." This leads into the breakneck, punk-as-fuck "Payback," a no-nonsense manifesto that makes it's point in 96 glorious seconds. The remaining cuts make for a blunted impact at best, but not enough to diminish the value of this disk as a whole. In the Red is a respectable memento of it's era, but hardly a classic. Consider yourselves warned.
Singles with attractive sleeves by virtually unknown artists, priced at $1.00 or less = grist for Wilfully Obscure, and I have to say, this was a gamble that paid off. Dynamic Truths were a Richmond, VA band helmed by Bob Schick, former front-man for Honor Roll and Coral, if that means anything to you, which it very well might not, but I digress. If ragged, indie guitar-rawk a la early-Superchunk is your speed, "You Take It All," will be a little slice o' salvation if there ever was one. The flip, "Profit From Loss," departs on a different trajectory, trading some of the A-side's melody for loftier, more hypnotic environs that these mere words simply cannot do justice to.
This compilation was the first of five unrelated tribute albums to the Replacements. Five separate tribute albums and counting for one band, with just one top-40 hit to their credit no less. Wow. By my estimation, only the Beatles have outdone the Mats in this category. ...Forgot to Let Out the Cat not only has the distinction of being the only tribute comp doubling as a benefit album (for the Athens Area Humane Society), but sadly, it's also the weakest of the five (you can read up on this one and some of the other tribute albums here).
As with so many of my posts, my background info on the band is more or less limited to what I've disclosed above, so if anyone wants to "chime" in with more info, don't be a stranger. The copiously aforementioned track is the choicest nugget here, but the remaining songs in The Odolites scant oeuvre are nearly as impressive, and a real find for anyone craving more of that resplendent, Paisley Underground vibe.
Before going any further, this is not the same Pranks as the '70s band of the same moniker, led by Jeffrey Foskett and Randell Kirsch, rather a dazzling and ultra mega-obscure St. Louis, MO quartet from over a decade ago. My acquaintanceship with the band started by happening upon a brief commentary of their one and only album, Floobie, reading something to the effect, "Like finding lost Cheap Trick tapes!" Hey, that was good enough for me, and not long after, I obtained a copy of this very scarce and elusive CD. The comparison to Rockford, Il's fab four was spot on, but the Pranks turned out to be more Next Position Please or Standing on the Edge, than In Color. In fact, the similarities are borderline plagiaristic on "Don't Cry," and "Good to Be Alive," but not a complaint considering the Pranks infectious wall-to-wall harmonies and penetrating power chords. Floobie gracefully exudes a 'good time' vibe without resorting to pedestrian insipidness or party-hearty nonsense. Unabashedly, The Pranks suggested to be something of an antidote to the Seattle hoopla of the '90s. Case in point, "Wake Up's" liberating declaration of: "We're traveling coast to coast, to clean the grunge out from your ears/rock's not a fashion statement, it's an attitude that's slept for years." Floobie's distribution was meager to put it very mildly, and it's my guesstimate that few outside the Midwest were familiar with the Pranks, although the album did see a Japanese release. Furthermore, according to the band's Myspace page, they opened for several recognizable AOR/hair metal acts, including Tesla and *gulp* REO Speedwagon, presumably in the late '80s and early '90s. Upon visiting their page, you will also learn that the Pranks continue to record and play, albeit after a lengthy hiatus. Very highly recommended.
Poignantly recalling Avail and Fugazi’s, hook-rendered hardcore, with the emphasis on “hard,” Siren’s none too thinly veiled social commentary made for some of the finest thinking mans punk in the ‘90s. Their meager catalog, merely this 7” and the equally bristling Becoming Wheels lp that followed in 1996, convincingly did them justice, but left me craving more. Mouthpiece Brian Zero, made a name for himself as a columnist for Maximum Rock and Roll. As of 2006, I was aware that Brian was a substitute teacher, but as he likes to put it, “we’re all teachers.” To get a better idea of what makes the man tick, mosey on over here for a fairly verbose and in-depth interview.
This quartet may have hailed from Chapel Hill, during the halcyon '90s no less, but this platter would serve as a better appetizer for an Unwound binge, not Superchunk. Tinsel's noisenik rock is often ideal in small doses, and as such, this threefer single does the trick. In addition to this single, and at least one other, the band released two full-lengths, Finding the Perfect Gift in 1994, which you can read more about here (scroll down aways), and the improved Quit While You're Ahead two years later, both released on the small but esteemed Chapel Hill imprint, Jesus Christ Records. Truthfully, this is a lot more listenable than I'm making it out to be, and I swear, if you listen hard enough you can excavate the "song" buried in all that lo-fi, feedback haze.
Howdy folks. Kind of limited on time, so to cut to the chase, Lotion were a primo NYC indie, spewing forth a musical maelstrom over the course of three albums and numerous singles and eps during the '90s. Brandishing a none too shabby tuneful bag 'o tricks, Lotion's luscious power-pop inclinations made an indelible impression when I was introduced to their 1994 album, Full Isaac. Their third and final long-player '98s "Telephone" album, was even more of a corker, which I'd recommend even over their debut. The two self-titled ep's presented here (differentiated by the labels that issued them) were released circa-Full Isaac, and contain early incarnations of a few of the album's songs, as well a bevy on non-lp cuts that can only be found here. The 1994 UK import ep on Big Cat Records features a telling medley of Husker Du's "Flip Your Wig," and R.E.M.s Chronic Town chestnut, "Gardening at Night," pointing squarely where Lotion took some of their queues from. You can read a little more about the band here. Bon appetit!
Dublin's Power of Dreams appeared to have the talent and drive hometown heroes U2 made good on, but the fickle music press, and record buying public at large, had other plans. Sonically, POD packed a wallop, almost arena-like in aesthetic, sans the pompous self-indulgence. Their full-length debut, Immigrants, Emigrants and Me, alternated between themes of wide-eyed optimism, and the sobering realities of mortality and romantic loss. It was to be their only North American release, and though it sank without a trace on our side of the Atlantic, the band built a respectable reputation in the UK and Ireland, on the strength of the "Never Been to Texas" single (although album cuts "100 Ways of Killing a Love" and "Mothers Eyes" made a bigger impression on these ears).
1992 saw the release of the more captivating 2 Hell With Common Sense. POD struck an even greater melancholic tenor here, and with it a robust, layered guitar sound, echoing through such gripping moments as the opener "Rain Down," and "You Bring Me Flowers," however the relatively headstrong "Slowdown" that follows, indicates all hope has not been dashed. Immigrants... is good, but 2 Hell...is a marked improvement.
Additionally, Power of Dreams released a bevy of singles and eps, a singles compilation dubbed American Dreams, and an ill-advised parting shot in 1994 with Become Yourself, an album that bore little resemblance to the far more representative titles discussed in this post. Immigrants and 2 Hell were ripped from the Japanese import versions, both including bonus tracks.
For starters, this isn't the late '70s ,British power-pop act, but even if that's who you were expecting, stick around. This particular Jolt were from California, and to my knowledge, released vinyl 45s exclusively. No albums, no CDs, just singles. Perfect for the ADD contingent out there.
A little under a year ago, Ready Steady Smash blog posted a Jolt feature which you can peruse here. Jolt's crucial "Lullaby"/"Jalopy" and "Burn"/"Epilogue" 7"s were featured. This inspired me to do a more exhaustive Jolt overview, showcasing the aforementioned along records with four others that I know to exist.
A trio based in Fremont, California (according to the sleeves anyway), Jolt weren't the stuff of legend, nor were they anything resembling a phenomenon. Not by a long shot in fact. Building a modest underground following, seemingly by word of mouth alone, anyone who came in contact with their raspy-throated, but roaring punk-pop became an instant fan. Jawbreaker were Jolt's prevailing influence, and while they didn't share Blake Schwarzenbach and Co.'s assaulting modus operandi, they pushed the melodic envelope as far as bassist/mouthpiece Paul Duarte's strenuous croon could extend without completely konking out.
What's here are twelve songs - a veritable album in itself, with remarkably strong continuity and quality control (that is with the exception of The Agony of Deceit single from 1994, featuring a pair of "experimental" oddballs that unravel from second-one). In addition to nine, near-flawless originals comes a faithful rendition of Husker Du woefully ignored Candy Apple Grey gem, "Eiffel Tower High," - perhaps the first and last time the song was covered.
By popular request, Full Fathom Five's third and final album. This is the CD version with two bonus tracks. 16 friggin songs. Enjoy (or not).
Sure, the sleeve is a totally daft on this one, but for your ears’ sake make an effort to get past it. The little known Joybus were a quartet residing in Benicia, CA, on the outskirts of Oakland in the early '90s. Indulging in the local ‘popcore’ trend du-jour, Joybus found themselves squarely in league with the likes of such area DIY luminaries as Fifteen, Soup, and the Wynona Riders (no, I’m not kidding about the name of that last one). Sonically, they were economic to a fault, but Joybus’ humble ruminations on romantic angst played on a universal theme nonetheless, making for a gratifying listen.
When five pieces from the splintered membership of hardcore's most influential '90s outfits came together, Handsome was formed and the songwriting, textural, and creative limits of an entire genre of rock music were expanded to a previously unimaginable degree. At its center, Handsome was directed by former Helmet guitarist Peter Mengede. While not officially credited as the group's songwriter, Mengede's very identifiable riffs and song structures seem to be a musical basis for Handsome's music. Ex-Quicksand guitarist Tom Capone also had a significant impact on Handsome's tight yet exotic hardcore grind. Joining Mengede and Capone on the band's one and only release — 1997's eponymous debut on Epic — are drummer Pete Hines (Cro-Mags, Murphy's Law), bassist Eddie Nappi, and Salt Lake City area vocalist Jeremy Chatelain.
On their debut album, Eye-Baby, England's Bardots suggest the crystalline jangle-pop that emerged from the C86 movement a few years prior, as well as dream-pop bands like Revolver and Chapterhouse, indigenous to their homeland. Problem is, when this was issued in 1992, The UK was knee-deep in Manchester mania, as well as the burgeoning Brit-Pop phenomenon that threatened to take over the world. Presumably, this scenario (not to mention their label Cheree going belly up shortly after Eye-Baby's release) made it difficult for a fringe act like The Bardots to make inroads at home or abroad. It's a shame because their's plenty of gold here that any fan of say, Straitjacket Fits or Venus Beads would do smashingly well with.
Chapel Hills Snatches of Pink have been on-again, off-again southern fried inide-rawk proposition for over twenty years now. Dead Men, saw the light of day in '89, and although it was their second long-player (preceded by '87s Send in the Clowns) it was the first to go digital. Ablaze with lotsa grit, a modicum of twang, and just enough restraint to keep the whole shebang from careening off the rails, the Snatches Dead Men is a minor masterstroke of ragged, yet unmistakably earnest rock 'n roll fervor. The best moments are the opening selections "Salty Dog," and "Bed of Nails," but the remainder is rewarding for those patient enough to acquire the 'taste' (or perhaps "dust" might be more accurate).
I suppose it wouldn't be inaccurate to term Ultra Cindy as part of the "second-wave" of shoegazer bands, part of the unheralded American contingent that featured contemporaries Fudge and The Swirlies. Like the aforementioned, the Virginia Beach-rooted Ultra Cindy also had their sights set on something other than the floor. Their most sublime moments, particularly Mermaid Parade's stunning opener "Hoyt," as well as "Starblazer" benefited greatly from the echoing, tremolo-laced glaze the quartet was wont to embellishment them with, but strains of more straightforward anglophile pop cropped up elsewhere. Ultra Cindy failed to make it onto the field in time to be included in the dream-pop vanguard, and despite their capabilities they were barely regarded as a footnote.
Had it not been for the Wyatt's Torch four-band compilation, The Mermaid's Parade wouldn't be a component of this posting. I initially bought it for the inclusion of Poole, a whip-smart indie-rock troupe, also from Virginia, with considerable power pop leanings. It was here that I made the discovery of Ultra Cindy. Featured here are four alternate recordings of songs that made it onto their lone album. The Wyatt's Torch arrangements have a rawer, and from my experience, a more visceral bent that didn't quite translate over to the album. This collection also includes two Richmond, VA natives, The Technical Jed and The Seymores, the latter impressing mightily with a host of slackeresque, yet melodic tendencies.
Even in the John Luerssen-penned Weezer bio River’s Edge, from 2004, it’s somewhat unclear whether original ax-slinger Jason Cropper was exiled from, or left the band on his own volition, but Chopper One would wind up being his cup of lemonade extracted from the proverbial lemon. Considering the lucrative entity Weezer would soon become, I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t Cropper’s loss, but as far as I’m concerned it was River’s as well, evidenced by the strength of the two songs here, and even more so on Chopper One’s debut album, Now Playing. Jason’s sonic template paralleled River’s to a certain extent, not the least of which being the fuzz-addled guitars, but I’ve always found Chopper One’s material more relatable and endearing. Admittedly, Now Playing’s revisions of “Free Lunch” and “Mr. Waldon” were an improvement over these vinyl incarnations, but eminently catchy as they are, it’s hard to complain. You can obtain Now Playing for mere pennies on Amazon.
L.A.’s Shufflepuck first came onto my radar via the Hear You Me! compilation CD. Upon hearing their absolutely flooring “Where the Hell is She?” I went on an immediate manhunt to procure any sliver of info on a relentless quest for more Shufflepuck material, and by and large my efforts weren’t terribly fruitful. That was until I found this single, featuring an alternate version of “Where the Hell...,” and the accompanying flip, “Fool Like Me,” both devastating slices of riveting, power chord-laden power-pop, or at any rate a heavier variation thereof. In the coming years I eventually made contact with Shufflepuck lead-man Adam Orth, and furthermore learned that the band had their proverbial wings clipped just as their first major label album was slated to hit shelves, which you can read all about here. If “Where The Hell’s” mesmerizingly addictive hooks weren’t enough to perk your eardrums, the song touches on a subject that spells ‘worst-case scenario’ for many, if not all men pursuing the fairer sex…and strangely enough you can hum along to it.
Thought I'd throw this on here before I send it to the lucky Ebay winner. The Special Goodness is the side-project for Weezer guitarist, Buffalo's very own Patrick Wilson. The self released At Some Point... is the second Special Goodness album (aka "Pinecone"). Sonically, these songs come from the same place as the last couple of Weezer albums, but without Rivers on board, not as stimulating or for that matter charismatic. This album was followed up by the Epitaph released Land Air Sea. Enjoy (or not).
01-You Know I'd Like To See
02-The Story Is Wrong
03-Life Goes By
04-Whatever's Going On
05-Let Go
06-Say It
07-Let's Go Down
08-Reason To Worry
09-What You're On
10-Happy
As Evan Dando said himself, "I"ve never been too good with names." If you happen to be Ben Deily, former co-singer/songwriter for The Lemonheads, I suppose you'd have a right to harp about the fact that said band forged ahead without you, retaining the moniker in the process. The cutoff point for Deily was shortly after their third and final Taang! Records album, Lick, released in 1989. Not only did Deily jump ship, but bassist Jesse Peretz departed as well. The Deily-helmed Pods (yet another power trio) arose almost immediately afterward, but made a minimal impact in comparison to Evan's "altera-hunk", Spin-cover adorning status that was shortly in the offing.
The germ that inspired the location-specific Four Dots compilation was the death of curator Adam Gimbel's girlfriend Summer Brannin, who passed at the tender age of 21 due to cancer. Per the liner notes, Summer developed a taste for indie-pop bands from the Pacific northwest, as well as maritime provinces Nova Scotia and New Brunswick. The four cities/towns specifically honed in on here are Seattle, WA; Bellingham, WA; Halifax, Nova Scotia, and Moncton, New Brunswick.