01. In the New Hitsville
02. The Real You
03. Loud Fast and Hard
04. Get Twisted
Hear
Not unlike the Yardbirds, Cream, and even seminal Seattle grunge punks Green River, Sneakers were a "supergroup" that weren't so conscious of their "super" status, at least not until they disbanded. Winston-Salem, NC's Sneakers would be renown not so much for their own achievements, rather the future endeavors of frontman Chris Stamey and drummer Will Rigby in the even more capable and accomplished dB's. Another celebrated Tarheel, Mitch Easter was an on/off again Sneakers collaborator, and I likely need not rattle off the man's resume (Let's Active and production work for REM, just in case you've been squatting under a rock for the last three decades). Toss in the then emerging Don Dixon as engineer of the Sneaks debut ep (the record in question) and you've got one hot mess of a musical axis on your hands. What were the odds that all of these rough diamonds would wind up in the same leather pouch? Sneakers and their attendant 1976 ep would slowly, surely and perhaps unwittingly kick off the "New South" musical movement, that would not only birth a key vanguard of bands
like the aforementioned dB's and Let's Active, but dozens of lesser
known hopefuls, reverberating all the way down to the reaches of the deep
south, particularly to the oft noted haven of Athens, GA.
I have hardly any pertinent details to offer on the pair occupying one song a piece on this split 7," save for their presumed locale of the Richmond, VA area. The four-piece Fontaine imbue gritty, indie rock panache into their three selections, suggesting what Small Factory might have amounted to had they ventured out on a slightly more high strung limb. The meager fidelity utilized on "Riza" and "Boober's Dental Appointment" suit these nascent tunes perfectly.
Enigma Records may not have been the first imprint to unleash a label-specific compilation ("aka sampler") onto the public, but their two Variations compendiums did raise the bar in terms of quality control, and inadvertently presented a microcosm of the alternative rock circuit of the day. Genre-ly speaking, Enigma (and it's punkier sister label Restless) were if anything downright diverse, spanning the gamut from jokeabilly legend-in-his-own-mind Mojo Nixon to the refined Peter Hammil and back again to the perennially sardonic Dead Milkmen. So far as I'm concerned those were the low-lights. The most toothsome meat of the Enigma roster consisted of Game Theory, TSOL, Wednesday Week, Agent Orange, and venerable class of '77 dazzlers Wire. And speaking of the latter two, Variations Deux houses two of their career landmarks, "Fire in the Rain" and "Ahead," respectively. Like any decent label comp, this double threat LP (or single CD in my case) shoehorns in some previously unreleased booty from TSOL, Plan 9, and the aforementioned Wednesday Week, Milkmen and Mojo. By and large this is one roster that sells itself. Boogie 'til ya puke ya'll.
Feel the burn! Hard to believe another band didn't christen themselves with such a simple but effective moniker before Montreal 's Heat seized the flame for themselves. The seven song Rooms (apparently expanded from an earlier incarnation) introduces this quartet to the world at large, their reputation abundantly staked on frontman Susil Sharma, whose Dylan-esque spoken/sung drawl is buttressed by some very Strokes-ian sonic maneuvers. If that suggests an unlikely mishmash so be it, and admittedly the recipe works to varying degrees of efficacy. The buzzy and bustling "All I Wanna Do" finagles with deliciously punky tempos, "Susisfine" is a rush of sweet guitar harmonics and warm reverb, and on the tremolo-kissed closer, "Wild Eyes" culls all of Heat's finer attributes into something all the more compelling. And here's the kicker. Having witnessed the band in a live setting last week, I was floored as to how advanced Heat's melodic acumen was, conveyed in a batch of new songs that supersede just about anything on Rooms. Translation: the best is by far yet to come, hopefully on Heat's next record which I would logically expect to drop in 2016. As for the ep in question , get your scorch on at Bandcamp or through their Big Cartel site. It's burning up iTunes as well.
Well this one really hits the sweet spot. Wish I could tell you more about Daddy in His Deep Sleep other than A) Scott Miller of Game Theory/Loud Family renown produced their album, and B) the band may have hailed from the vicinity of San Jose, CA, but don't hold me to that. Alone with Daddy contains nine satisfying servings of collegiate indie rock informed by the like of Let's Active, Buzz of Delight and to varying extents R.E.M, and yes, Game Theory. A co-ed quartet with Jeffery Layton and Lori Bauer splitting time on the mic, Daddy bust out their resplendent quotient of jangle, but on relatively high-strung morsels like "Play the Part" and "Queen of the Strain" they knew how to pack a wallop, even more so than their aforementioned contemps. Perhaps Alone... isn't wall to wall gold, but that sweet guitar tone just won't quit. Per Discogs this was sadly their only release...and I really wish it wasn't.
Hearing Screeching Weasel for the first time in 1993 was an absolute revelation for me. Right around the time I had absorbed just about the entirety of their back catalog, I learned of a new various artists disk that head honcho Ben Weasel himself was curating. Punk USA was the album in question, and I regarded (and still do) it as nothing short of a knockout. At the time of it's issue in '94 it boasted exclusive material from (almost) all of it's participants, and given that I was already an established aficionado of melodically-enhanced aggregations like the Queers, Jawbreaker, Face to Face and Sinkhole, this compilation was an absolute must purchase. Better yet, it put some new faces on the map that I became an instant convert of - The Vindictives, Moral Crux and Beatnik Termites. On top of that bunch there was a bevy of even more virtual unknowns that left a positive impression on me as well, specifically 8Bark, Scratch Bongowax and Rattail Grenadier. An embarrassment of power chord riches.
The pride and joy of Ephrata, WA, Moral Crux were always a bit formulaic, but oh what a formula! Spiking traditional Brit punk with Yankee nuances (often deferring to the Ramones) the James Farris fronted combo doled out swift, mid-tempo slammers, that were tighter than Spandex (which by the way the band probably didn't adorn themselves, but one can never be too certain). The three catchy-as-all-get-out tunes on this 45 are as representative as anything else in their cannon, which was particularly robust in the Clinton-era. Surrounding Victim of Hype were a spate of equally consistent full-lengths including but not limited to ...And Nothing but the Truth and the well stocked Greatest Hits CD comp. Word is that not only is the band alive and kicking, they have a new ep headed your way any day now. Welcome back!
From 1995, and it's a good 'un.
I've long been a fan of the Comsat Angels initial trifecta of superb, melancholic post-punk albums - Waiting for a Miracle, Sleep No More and Fiction, released thru 1980-82. Ergo I jumped at the chance to purchase a well-matained used copy of their very first record, the three-song Red Planet ep from 1979 released on the UK indie imprint Junta. I thought I had a pretty good idea of what I was going into, given the date of it's release and the Comsat's reputation that followed immediately thereafter, but unbeknownst to me I had a twist in store. "Red Planet," wasn't the stuff of gloom or wariness, rather a cheeky and cynical itinerary of what would be unfurled after humans landed on the fourth rock from the Sun, propelled by a quasi-disco rhythm track no less. It's a quirky little number, as is the organ-laden "I Get Excited." The concluding "Specimen No. 2" sputters off into even more dissonant terrain, suitable for a soundtrack to a Martian voyage itself. So there you have it, the C.S. Angels I hardly knew. The whole thing ripped from my own copy is submitted for your approval below. I should also mention there's an overhaul and expansion of the band's first six albums coming as early as this November.
A. Red Planet
B1. I Get Excited
B2. Specimen No. 2
Behold, the "mystery" live Sloan album. Mysterious in the sense that there's no mention as to when it was recorded, simply that the tape was rolling at a "Sloan party." And indeed, the set does bear a celebratory tenor to it, with hand-claps, audience banter and so forth. Truth be told however, there was no actual "party," and you can read a bit more about the circumstances here.