Good morning, Unnatural Ways, s/t. A lumpy haunted organ leads to Coltrane/Crimson-damaged shred-finger-pickin. Instrumental when not fronted by a Siouxsian cave peal. Into @avaavamendoza’s art-damaged rock garden we go. Unnatural, but naturally so. You’ll see.
Good morning, The Backpeddlers, Songs of Guilt & Revenge. Hip-shakin’, tambourine-quakin’, no-prisoner-takin’ stomp beginning, falling through the despairs of life to a quiet end. It’s all true, so true & blue, love it. So should you. Tell ‘em Pauly sent ya?
Good morning, The Lee Harvey Oswald Band, Blastronaut. 90’s-new, recentlyish-reissued, select audience for lost power-yawp anthems. Ziggy via 90s (yes, again) tribute/parody, tone-perfect earth-conquering oversexed Rock that ends w/a Psychedelic Furs nodding chug. Sanity saved via time machine or off-planet rocket? Both.
Good morning, Ice Baths, s/t. The opening track Freighter, all muffled mouths and warped instruments, wobbles forward into clatter. A great opener, and onward we go into the icey angularity of a past that wasn’t our future then, but could be, now. Tell then Paul sent you?