That's a shit title, I know - but it's midnight and I've been traversing the city since seven am, in doctor's chairs, putting up posters, casing new music venues (both connected, news to follow), band practice, interviews, reviews - I'm an exquisite corpse. But I couldn't leave without my discovery of the day, this 7" from Iowa's Solid Attitude. Filthy, decrepit, pierced and piercing noise punk, regardless whether they are glassing you in a full frontal assault ('Dash-Ex') or literally creeping up behind you in the alleyway ('Creeping Quilt'). These guys are goddamned great - my bleeding retinas are proof. Out on Sweet Rot Records, you can get the 7" here.
Sydney's cesspool dwellers Circle Pit are making a messy name for themselves of late, and with the right stage partners (Zond, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Thee Oh Sees, Super Wild Horses) and the release of new 7" Sewercide (RIP Society/Sweet Rot Records), its easy to see why. The A-side comes across as Sonic Youth at their most feral, which is helped in no small part by the visceral noise and Amanda Bermuda's uncanny Kim Gordon impersonation. The sweat has been fused into the wax, and you cannot listen to this without feeling deliciously dirty, both inside and out. B-side 'Rolling With The Punches' is a throwback to the late 70s/early 80s garage rock - you could almost hear bands like even T-Rex fist pumping this one out at a stadium show, although it is a bit more drunken and disgusting than Marc Bolan can do. Because Circle Pit, for all the scuzziness, are a glam rock band also - and these two songs perfectly capture the two sides of the band (and also counts for their varying fashion sense, swing from punk as fuck to uber hipster as fuck sometimes in the same week). If you want to get all nihilistic and kick holes in the nearest surface and/or person, or just get all boozed up and shake your head back and forth whilst your long mullet flicks into the next pundit's VB can, Circle Pit can cater for your needs...
Ive been a very naughty boy. I have promised myself, and others, that I would post about these guys before, and have failed to - basically sitting with my thumb up my bum does not a post make! So Ill try to do as good a job as I can.
Now, these guys from Vancouver, Canada, arent exactly a hidden gem. They arent entirely gemlike either. These boys have been riding various blog-boosted waves since late last year. And their sound is anything but pristine - this is thrashy, dirty, fuzzy, scuzzy, sweaty garage rock with a mainline injection of not giving a fuck. The marriage of distaste, disappointment and paranoia with the propulsive drones of kraut mechanisations and distorted black masses of noise threatens to swallow you whole. Its not necessarily brutal - there is a hell of a lot of fun to be had here, and some tracks like 'The Floor' are just great sprawling garage jams - it just that its done at such a sleazy speed in a darkened room that you're likely to get whiplash, carpet burn and pregnant at the same time.
You want to own their debut LP Six Songs By Sex Church (out through Convulsive Records) and Sacred Bones). Scratch that - you need to. Your life depends on it. Just get it. And the best thing about this psych garage nonstop fuckup is that you know there is plenty more in their supply tanks. Trust me, one whiff of this and you'll be scratching holes in your arms just to get another lick of it.
And once you are fully addicted, you can chase down more fixes in the format of Sweet Rot Records 7"'s and HoZaC Record's Singles Klub from earlier this year. You're in good, devilish hands then...
