Temperature’s surely rising in Atlanta this week as we say goodbye to our 48hr springtime, so this sticky slinger & I been drinkin from the same bottle. Turns out this is an archival callback from the Breakdance the Dawn label that kickstarted a shit-ton interest in latter-day Aussie noise-making, but I’d been thinkin this was an unearthed reel from The Silver anticipating Sun City Girls’ Torch of the Mystics. How they might’ve found themselves in the Charles Gocher Desert I have no earthly notion (I never had field trip chaperones quite that good when I was a buck). But from whatever dimensional transport these cats was belched, Majora or Breakdance the Dawn, both would seem to a first timer familiar yet unimaginable. Hell, the landscape’s ’bout the same! Through all 4 tracks, Girls Girls Girls bat sleepily at the toes of punk and private psych just enough to make you think they some woozy kittens, then wail away like you spooked em. Prepare yourself for cymbals that sound like plastic bags and guitars down in the basement with mother. Which is to say, this is the kind of band we all could have if we had half a brain (no, like, literally one lobe each) & just as much fun. Lay on, ratcatchers!
Girls Girls Girls – Borsh 2 (right click/save as)
Xwave – Cities On Flame LP, ed. of 250 (Little Big Chief Records – 2012)
2nd Breakdance the Dawn reissue to come down the Little Big Chief pike (originally in some single-hand CDr edition) is just as much an edge-piece to the Aussie crud puzzle as the aforementioned. This feast, however, gets a little more loose in the waist. Served up is a whole heapa predigested basement sludge and amp defiance choking on cave cinders. Think Stone Harbour’s Emerge gummed up in an oil-stained underpass and yer gettin warmer. Track two, “Sweet Love,” has the instantly recognizable wheeze of a battered VHS to remind you “fidelity” will forever be a relative tag. That and the other 3 A-side cuts hiccup in and out like an Alex Chilton take, but the nearly-eponymous B side, “Citie On Flame,” is my favorite long burner so far this year. Time, love, and meds seem to do Xwave just right. After a good five minutes of pea soup-thick grumblings, what sounded like a Circle of Ouroborus boot dropped in to yank out my hampsteads slow-like, all the time askin’, “Is it safe?” This was immediately followed by a mounting hum in my forsaken jaw and a dreary march toward a thankless sun. Twas time to hop back on the Shetland & ride, bunkie. Check the crossed out price tag on the sleeve for additional bindle punk desperation.
Xwave – Unbearable (right click/save as)
Xwave – Wasted (right click/save as)
You can get both records here.