Morrissey and Marr, as verbose, jocose and morose as any, reinterpreted by a gang of meat-munching, instrument-trashing, machismo-heavy hardcore bands.
Offbeat fiction, political commentary, and fake ads for redneck vampire flicks – Lies is sure to replace U.S. News and World Report as my source for news.
Turns out that the vocals on Big’N’s version of “TNT” (from Skin Graft’s AC/DC trib, Sides 1-4) were not an exaggeration – that’s the way Akins really sings.
Bands from the Contortions through Saccharine Trust had their own individual takes on jazz/punk spazz junk, but the ‘bachers really take it to the bridge
The indie firm of Pavitt and Poneman makes the most of its licensing deal with Capitol and resurrects 3 precious pieces of the ever-elusive California dream.
The Apples’ juicy fruit is not forbidding, grown from the fertile seeds of pop and ripened with just the right amount of tart psych-fi additives and coloring.
22 examples of inspired nonsense that only overprivileged kids with Vox organs, wah-wah pedals, and a complete collection of Seeds records can spit out.
Nothing terribly holly or jolly here, which is good ’cause misery, depression and weirdness are the kinda things that should be spread out throughout the year.
Chrome combined the motion of the rock backbeat with an otherworldly array of treatments and effects to make a noise that bridged psychedelia and industrial.