Lazy Tit

An easy title I must say - but here are two releases from Volar Records that I have only recently picked up that need to be heard. Kansas jumped-up punks Lazy have gone and dirtied up the 'Soft Sheets', a sub-two minute blast to the solar plexus, a fistful of glass-encrusted candy and a maniacal grin. 'Don't Die' marches forth like the punk horsemen of the apocalypse, flayed by phlegm and feral pheromones. Bring it on.

Then of course there is the Shawn Foree (Digital Leather)/Bobby Hussy (The Hussy) collaboration TIT. And it plays out like the amalgam of their names - the digital hussy of your dreams. Its lo-to-no-fi synth punk sworls of nefarious nuggets of quasi-futurist nihilism. It's like Numan doing Trans with The Cramps and Thee Oh Sees. Fully warped, fully fucked, fully brilliant. Digging the dystopian cyber march of '8m50s' - especially as it's seven seconds longer than that. You can still get it in coloured 12" vinyl here.

Children Are Obsessively Lazy

I'm a teacher. And sometimes teaching gets me down. There is only so many times you can lead a horse to water, just to see it not drink, before you want to grab that horse and hold its head underwater, all the while hushing it softly as the convulsions subside. "Tough love", I believe it's called. 

Of course the powers that be don't look kindly on such stances, but I reckon Lazy would lend more sympathetic ears - or at least a modern-day Syren, wooing the kids with their snotty, cooler-than-thou sneers before sending them tumbling over the cliff, indifferent to their howls of betrayal. The Kansas City four-piece have a propensity for feverish stabs of chaotic punk, yet somehow packaged together in a seamless perfection, like a Dali jigsaw puzzle. Their forthcoming record Obsession (out through Moniker Records)promises to be exactly that - a rabid hunger, an addiction, a serrated fever dream that jumps and skips off track, yet indelibly holds you close and never lets go. You'll never stray from being Lazy...

You can pre-order Obsession here.