Thank God For Sleepy Cheese

Sleepy Cheese is one pretty fucked up dude, if the four-track Thank God It Hurts EP (out now through Forged Artifacts) is anything to go on. A dark pop devolution deep fired in demonic fuzz and feral doom, replete with recorded phone messages of spurned (by love or other, it is not certain) women adding a morbid amusement and chagrin to the proceedings. So much heaviness hangs over proceedings - it's hard to know whether this is a masterpiece or the powerful inner turmoil that brings about one's destruction. It's probably both. There are similarities between this and the initial demos from Merchandise, before they succumbed to avant hipster silliness. You really need to get this - it's great.

FORGING BITS AND PIECES OR EARL

(Article by Fred Savage Beasts)

I am digging this new Earl Boykins record. What at first seemed like it was going to be a pretty straightforward deal took a nice turn for the strangely personal. Part confession, part airy feeling, and all in all pretty damn interesting, it feels really comfortable (but not too comfortable). And it’s growing on me big time. There are little licks in here worth going back for; scraps and bits to really pay attention to. It’s kinda like visiting some place you used to go on school holidays only to find out your parents used to score cheap weed there. And then finding out that you can get a family discount cause the guy remembers your mum or you have the same moustache as your dad, or something like that.


Get your hands on the record (out on tape through Forged Artifacts) now. And check out the rest of the roster while you’re there. The Los Angeles Police Department track is damn rad.

Coughing Cool Every Weekend

I'm seeing out the week with some leftover Cough Cool. Well, one half of. Dan Svizeny has gone solo with Every Weekend (out on Forged Artifacts) and its a fuzzed slice of summer slay dipping beyond the far end of the horizon, leaving you with slight sunstroke, a hangover and half-remembered memories that may or may not be rose-tinted underneath the darker tinted Ray Bans. 'Close-Up USA' is a good start ('Always Daytripping' is OK but its bad Eurotrash pout grates on me after a few listens, even though I love the bass, so arrogant haha). It feels like a clinging wetsuit of meditation, floating in the flotsam and jetsam of half-chances and confused daydreams, a drawl that the mind can't really get out of. In all, I'm digging this record. You can grab the chrome Every Weekend cassette here.

Some Prissy Grrrls Love Their Golden Bruises

Man, that headline could mean a number of terrible things - lucky that it stands for two pretty rad albums then, huh?

Glasgow trio Golden Grrrls have sprung out a collective love of 80s Antipodean indie pop, yet their sound is heavily indebted to their hometown's own pop heroes such as the Pastels. Whilst core duo Eilidh Rodgers and Ruari MacLean have a loose camaraderie that underpins their off-kilter tunes, newest member Rachel Aggs buoys everything with spirited guitar lines and melodies. Which makes sense, since Aggs is also a core member of scrap pop troublemakers Trash Kit, a band well acquainted with distorting traditional structures in a playfully boisterous manner.

You can grab Golden Grrrls (out through Slumberland Records) here.

 

Then we have Prissy Clerks, the new, heavier band from Total Babe's Clara Salyer. Staking a claim to be a female-fronted, 21st century Sebadoh, the quartet have pumped out an energetic debut with Bruise or Be Bruised (out through Forged Artifacts). They already have some stage presence, garnering supports for Corin Tucker (the Sleater Kinney connection is another obvious aural signifier), Caveman and Young Prisms, and slammed the power pop cherry on top with the coup of getting Brent Sigmeth (Superchunk) to help out with recording duties.

You can get Bruise Or Be Bruised here.

Prissy Clerks - Bruise or Be Bruised
Prissy Clerks - Blast-Off Girls