Showing posts with label Bazooka. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bazooka. Show all posts

Wednesday, 20 April 2016

Slovenly Useless Bazooka On Avenue Z


I dipped into the Slovenly slime earlier this year and managed to drag out the desiccated gems Choke Chains, Wet Ones, Red Mass and Scraper put out into the world - but somehow the latest releases from European bands Avenue Z and Bazooka evaded my grasp. For no longer.

I was yawning my arse off today at the morning weekly meeting, and the thought of an 8 hour day was bearing down on me like a cyclone - and then ‘Machine a Reves’ kicked in, and nothing the shitstains of the world threw at me would stick. The French dirty psychser (featuring members of other great bands such as Catholic Spray – NOW you recognise that synth sidewinder! - and Magnetix) go for bottom-of-the-barrel chugging rock on Azimut, garage of the Underworld, setting fire to the river Styx before setting the controls to the centre of the earth and beyond. Here the fat buzz and Neanderthal roar that underpins ‘Invasio X’ – this is B-grade sci fi prog rock delivered with A-game aggro. It’s heady fun too – that title track is ridiculous! And now the band name makes perfect sense – so familiar yet so far out, this is Gallic garage rock emanating from the last house in the cul-de-sac – probably on the left, too.




Bazooka continue the diseased rock fare, going so far as to call their new album Useless Generation. I can’t remember when I heard a Greek band so pissed off – but look at the state of the nation, where infrastructure crumbles, unemployment skyrockets, and all you can get out of a cash machine is piles of dust. What else is one to do but to bluntly and raucously kick against the pricks? While the requisite revisionist psych synth and wah licks the edges, there is something totemic about the rhythmic plod of the drums, most evident on ‘Othoni’ – it’s inexorable, simple in its relentlessness. There is nothing else to do but to march on the capital, put vexed voice to the feelings of anger and frustration, and burn it all to the ground, rebuilding it all with leather and sweat.


Grab both of these - and plenty of other killer Slovenly records - here.

Thursday, 4 February 2016

Towel Down With Wet Ones


It's my birthday today. Jesus. Gettin' old dude. I'm not gonna cry about it though - that's what Wet Ones are for. The irascible Kansas band have released their eponymous record through Slovenly, and it is the right mix of gleefully destructive scuzzed out punk. From the Pissed Jeans snot sneer of 'Waaah Waaah Waaah' right through to the ear-bleeding sworl of 'Gimme Suction' (and the rat-lovin' cover art), there is no let up, no pretension, all red-line rock destroying minds and souls. There is even a harmonic outro to the album to lend some Depression-era pathos to proceedings...yep, it makes no sense, something like a funeral pyre call. The count in on 'Simulator' is one two fuck you. Yep, Wet Ones slay, propulsive mayhem to blast this birthday into gear. Grab the LP here.

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Blow A Hole Throw My Soul

I'm really loving the self-titled debut from Greek garage leches Bazooka that came out a couple months ago on Slovenly Records.  Wavering drunkenly from straight up chugging punk to more psychedelic meanderings ('Mr George', 'Church'), Bazooka is spiked with enough attitude and bluster (and a spattering of visceral pop) to help it rise above most other pretenders - a lot like Black Lips, then. Then there are moments like 'Burn That Dress' which lurks and leers, the fun bleached away, the promiscuity dissipating to true threat - and it actually peaks at being the best track on here.

Full of surprises on each repeat listen, Bazooka could be the best garage rock album of 2013. Grab it here.

Bazooka - Ravening Trip
Bazooka - Shame Take My Brain
Bazooka - Burn That Dress