Showing posts with label Bitchin Bajas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bitchin Bajas. Show all posts
Saturday, 13 July 2013
Sole Corrections Make For Some Heavy Times
I just got a hold of Chicago reprobates Heavy Times' 3rd record Fix It Alone (out on the inimitable Hozac Records). The breakneck punk that permeates these eighteen tracks hits you like the Ebola virus, but rather than eradicating your immune system, these tracks fortify your soul, line your stomach and heal your liver - who needs diseases when Man's most dangerous predator is himself? Fix It Alone is a finely tuned beast, showcasing rambunctious yell-alongs ('Ouija Board', 'Kidnapped', 'Trouble Walker'), dark lurking sleaze ('Night Looks', 'In My Sleep'), champagne-edition ballbreaking knucklebusters ('Future Creeps', 'Daylight'), lairy sun-drenched good times ('American Love', 'River's Edge')... It's so infectious it should have its own visceral, wretch-inducing label slapped on the cover - for this album is surely more addictive than any other drug placed on this earth. Ramones, Wipers, Black Lips, MC5 - their ghosts (present and past) all knock on the door, desperate to join the Heavy Times party. Cooper Crain (Bitchin' Bajas/CAVE)'s production is excellent, elevating the album yo even loftier heights. Such unashamed punk shouldn't be this pristine - yet in another world Heavy Times would be on the panel of The X Factor. Drunken pop doyens with a sprinkling of barbed wire, Heavy Times are looking good, and with Fix It Alone, are dressed to kill.
Fix It Alone can be gleaned from here. Heavy Times are launching this at The Empty Bottle tonight alongside the excellent Oblivians - if you are in the area, there is nothing else you need to do but be at that show.
Heavy Times - River's Edge
Thursday, 21 July 2011
Never Bathetic

After the King Dude release earlier this year, I thought that Bathetic Records had hit their 2011 peak. And in my opinion this idea still stands - but these two releases are mighty tasty...

Bitchin Bajas (the solo synthscapes of Cooper Crain - true analog zone outs) & Faceplant (Mr Aaron Coyes to his folks, or maybe more Peaking Lights to you?) come together in a alarmingly seductive menagerie of drone-pop. Its organ splurges, TRONic spazzouts and kraut coughs and splutters. This shouldn't really be enough to pack a dancefloor - but one drop of this and you'll be packed in like sardines. The vinyl is limited to 600, and if you get it now you'll get a free 7" of your choice! Isn't that the best, around?

But as if Bathetic would leave it like that! After putting the highly admires Pink Priest to bed, its progenitor William Cody Watson has decided to step out under his parentally-adorned moniker, and the result is this cassette, Her Tusk Was Adorned With Rose Petals, which furthers his musical layering of dreamy ambiance and droning minimalism. Feeling like Im caught in the backstreets of the city, dull streetlights guiding my way, when the world starts to slip off its axis...And with the closing song being called 'I Can't Listen To My Bloody Valentine Without Thinking Of Scarlett Johansson' did enough to tip me into the parallel worlds or bewilderment and elation. There are only 100 copies of this, 10 of which include a handwritten unique poem from Watson, corresponding to an individual song title from the release. These 10 copies are hand-numbered & come in 7" x 5 1/4" PVC cases with custom artwork. These are first come, first serve. HELL YEAH!
Bitchin Bajas - Consciousness 1 (excerpt)
Faceplant - Ride The Ether (excerpt)
William Cody Watson - Retractable Claws
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