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Review: Bodywash – I Held the Shape While I Could

The title of Bodywash‘s new record, I Held the Shape While I Could, is a perfect summary of how it feels to be barely holding your life together and then finally, sometimes blissfully, being able to drop that façade when you’re alone and just cry your eyes out.

The record was made as both Rosie Long Decter and Chris Steward were coming out points in their lives that had resulted in dissatisfaction, alienation, boredom, and heartbreak. Opening track “In As Far” sets up a major theme of the album (breaking through ennui by being willing to face it head-on) with Steward’s synths that burst open like the sun through clouds. “Picture Of” has Decter reminiscing about a past lover and how sometimes the memory is better than the relationship truly was (“You were hard to believe, asking everything close. You were hard to prove. Something to see and not know.” / “I decide to lie and wait, picture of desire in a frame.”)

“Massif Central” is Steward’s buzzing shoegaze tale of losing his Canadian work status in 2020 due to a typographical error, thus leaving him alienated and unemployed just as we were all hearing the early warnings of the pandemic. “Bas Relief” is an instrumental, sounding like ocean waves and wind and some kind of early 1990s mall music tape that’s been left near a space heater.

Steward sings about trying to fit in as half-Japanese, half-British (“To feel half is not to feel whole.”) and Canadian. “Kind of Light” is about Decter trying to fit in after after the end of a relationship while others are enjoying love around her (“Pull back all the ways you count her gone. Spend a year living trying to hold yourself to a certain kind of light.”)

“One Day Clear” is almost a spoken word piece as Decter tells a lonely tale and Steward plays simple, hypnotic, looping synths behind her. “Sterilizer” is a tale full of bright shoegaze guitars while discussing the idea trying to make a relationship work, but knowing, in your heart, that, while it feels good now, it’s probably going to make both of you bitter in the long run (“We talk inside of swallowed pride, still I warm your sleep tonight.”).

“Dessents” floats right into the snappy, electro-thumping “Ascents” – which is a lovely song about Decter and Steward’s friendship forged even harder during their long drives to gigs while working out their relationship woes. The shimmering sound and wispy vocals on “Patina” (another song about moving past an ended relationship) remind one of some Besnard Lakes tracks, which isn’t surprising when you consider that Jace Lasek from The Besnard Lakes recorded and mixed the album.

Decter is at least in the process of healing by the time we get to “No Repair.” Her vocals are a bit melancholy, but her voice doesn’t seem to be carrying as much weight, and the instrumentation behind her helps rejuvenate her and us. Lyrics like “And sometimes when I’m quiet and alone, I need no repair. If this is as far as it goes, write it in handfuls of air. You were there.”

That’s a lovely lyric to end a lovely album.

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Review: Dry Cleaning – Swampy EP

The cover of Dry Cleaning‘s new EP, Swampy, is intriguing. It’s an image of broken blinds hanging in a window of some boarded up building. We can see an intersection and some sort of building, possibly a store or a house, across the street in the window’s reflection. It could be anywhere, and the blind could be a reflection of something else. Weariness? Depression? The sagging post-Brexit British economy? Or, it could just be an image as intriguing as Swampy‘s music.

The title track begins the record with almost romantic guitar riffs from Tom Dowse until Lewis Maynard‘s bass comes in an changes the mood to something mysterious. Lead singer Florence Shaw tells a story, as she always does, about, I think, politicians who supported the Brexit, but now regret it and are too afraid to admit it for fear of losing a good chunk of their voting base. “Sombre Two” is indeed somber. Dowse’s guitar sounds like it’s slogging through a manic depressive episode. I don’t know how he gets his guitar to make sounds like this.

The next two tracks are remixes of songs from their newest full-length album, Stumpwork. “Hot Penny Day” (remixed by Charlotte Adigéry and Bolis Pupul) becomes a fat synth-bass dance track suitable for all you “disco pickles” with Shaw’s voice being pitch-changed now and then to make her sound like a robot, seductress, and ghost – often all at once. The Nourished By Time remix of “Gary Ashby” has male lead vocals for part of the track, which sound jarring at first after you’ve heard Shaw’s spoken-word vocals for so long. She joins the vocal track soon, however, and then both vocals are pushed a bit back so Dowse’s guitar sounds can becoming a bright, shimmering experience. The EP ends with a demo version of “Peanuts” that has fun percussion from Nick Buxton and lounge-like saxophone and electric piano riffs.

It’s a nice little gem from this band who keeps doing their own thing and waiting for you to catch up to them.

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Review: Half Cut – Here in Full

Coming in hot from Sydney, Australia, Half Cut‘s first EP for the HOMAGE label, Here in Full, is a great spin – seven tracks of house and electro dialed in and ready to make you cut a rug.

“Player” kicks it off with, appropriately, an electric kick drum, hi-hat, and snare and a heavy dose of 1980s early house music. That thick synth-bass is killer, and then comes in the sample of “This ain’t no game!” to remind you that creating funky house music can be serious business. “Floor Five,” the first single off the EP, moves us from the late 1980s into mid-1990s house music with its joyful synth-piano chords and gospel sound vocals.

Remember that thick synth-bass in “Player?” Well, it’s even thicker in “Free,” which practically jiggles your hips for you. “Noise” thumps and bumps with a slightly dangerous edge that I’m sure gets asses out of seats. The Crosby remix of “Noise” almost completely changes the tune, making it a sexy banger great for dance floors and bedrooms.

“Energy” is the workout song you didn’t know you needed on your cardio playlist until you hear it, and the way Half Cut samples a cut from “Pass the Dutchie” by Musical Youth will make your jaw drop.

Don’t miss this one.

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[Thanks to Peter at Harbor Music Society.]

Review: Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs – Land of Sleeper

What lies in the Land of Sleeper, the new album by Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs? One, heavy riffs. Two, the battle against existential dread and anger, judging by the lyrics. Lead singer Matt Baty has made no secret of how, on the band’s new album, he decided to give in to his urge to sing / scream about deep, dark subjects such as death, sloth, wrath, and how time can easily feel like it’s slipping away with each breath.

The opening guitar riff on “Ultimate Hammer” alone will knock you to the floor and shake you out of any doldrums. They seem intent on awakening us from slumber, both self-induced and imposed upon us by unseen forces. “Life passes by in the blink of an eye,” Baty sings while his bandmates charge at you with guitars and drums that sound like hundreds of band saws. The title of “Terror’s Pillow” alone gives you an idea of the dread Baty feels as he drifts off into sleep, and drummer Ewan Mackenzie‘s cymbal crashes roll over you like an avalanche.

“Big Rig” is the aftershock of that avalanche with John-Michael Hedley‘s bass leading the charge. In it, Baty sings of the grit and grime (both literal and metaphorical) that covers their hometown of Newcastle Upon Tyne, but how an old tree inspires him to keep on keepin’ on (“At times it withers, but come spring, it soldiers on.”). “The Weatherman” is downright spooky with its chant-like opening vocals and creepy guitar work by Adam Ian Sykes. “There’s a storm coming!” Baty yells. If this is the sound of an impending storm, then that storm is going to wipe towns off the map once it arrives.

“Mr. Medicine” is a song of love and hope amid the pressures of the modern world, believe it or not (“That song you sang to me made me feel strong and completely fearless.”), and “Pipe Down!” is a great example of how Sykes and producer / fellow guitarist Sam Grant often trade shredding duties back and forth in the same song.

“Atlas Stone” is a song about carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, and the band amplifies this message with crushing, heavy riffs. The closer, “Ball Lightning,” takes them, and us, into psychedelic doom landscapes as dark wizards plot alliances with unholy things that live in deep trenches and a band of five warriors from Newcastle Upon Tyne decide to take up their axes, swords, crossbows, shields, and mystical scrolls to, again, do battle for the sake of all of us.

I urge you to follow them into, through, and out of the Land of Sleeper. You’ll come out of the journey with a newfound power.

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Rewind Review: The Last Four Digits – Don’t Move (2016)

You often hear of a lot of music collections being described as “essential.” The term gets used to the point of near-meaninglessness, but in the case of Don’t Move, the collection of three years’ worth of material from both incarnations of Indiana synth and new wave legends The Last Four Digits, it’s true. In another universe, The Last Four (4, or 5) Digits are as well known as The B-52s or The Ramones, but in this reality, their limited output only makes their legend better.

The first eight tracks of this compilation are songs from the first version of the band, The Last Four (4) Digits with Steve Grigdesby (rhythm guitar and vocals), John Koss drums and vocals), Mike Sheets (bass and vocals), and Richard Worth (lead guitar and vocals) – with synthesizers and mixing with Dave “A.Xax” Fulton. They’re all jittery, crunchy punk cuts that remind you of those scary kids you’d see hanging out of the mall in the early 1980s (I was one of them, by the way.). Heck, “Leave Me Alone” is practically a theme song for Generation X. The weird angles of Worth’s guitar and vocals on “Fast Friends” reminds you of Joy Division tracks.

Their version of Bo Diddley‘s / Captain Beefheart‘s “Diddy Wah Diddy” swaps out most of the raunchy guitars for weird synths…and it still works. “Another Sex Crime” has plenty of swagger, and “City Streets” is grungy synth-punk that would make early Devo proud. You’ll want “(I Want to Be an) Undertaker” on all of your Halloween playlists after hearing it, and you might as well add “Coughing Up Blood” while to your “birthday songs” playlists while you’re at it. “(I Sold My Soul to) Fotomat” is perhaps the beginning of what would become one of the main themes of the second version of the band.

The Last Four (5) Digits had Sheets switch from bass to guitar, kept Joss on drums, and brought Fulton out from behind the mixing board, and added Brad “Mr. Science” Garton on keyboards and vocals and Julie Huffaker on bass and vocals. As the liner notes of Don’t Move will tell you, they embraced “Abstract Commercialism” and began including TV themes, commercial jingles, and advertising concepts in their songs and live shows. “Don’t Move” takes on a darker tone that some of their other tracks, which I love.

“Liquids” is a great example of their love of commercial culture, sampling early 1980s ads and singing about drinking colored liquids, eating colored foodstuffs, and taking lots of drugs. “Act Like Nothing’s Wrong” is a fun song about trying to figure out what’s wrong with a lover while also trying not to piss off that same lover while doing it. “Babaloo No More” is a tale of Lucy Ricardo killing Ricky after he has an affair and Fred and Ethel threatening to boot her out of their apartment if she can’t make the rent. It’s funny, weird, and gives a hard kick in the junk to re-run TV. Their cover of “Mack the Knife” is equally strange, and “I Have Rental Car” is the sound of entitled people yelling about crap that doesn’t really matter.

The last eleven tracks on Don’t Move are a recording of their performance at CBGB‘s on Valentine’s Day 1982. They open with the simple announcement of “Hi. We’re The Last Four Digits,” and then go straight in to “Liquids.” Huffaker’s bass is so heavy on the live version of “Leave Me Alone” that it almost levels the room. They turn the grisly “Coughing Up Blood” into a pogo-inducing rocker, but change the lyric “Coughing up blood on your birthday!” to “Coughing up blood on your Valentine!” in honor of that night.

They cover of “Return to Sender” and then throw down a thudding version of “Act Like Nothing’s Wrong,” followed by a nearly panicked version of “Babaloo No More.” Up next come covers of “Mack the Knife” and the theme to the wild sci-fi film The Green Slime. The live version of “I Have Rental Car” is even more frenetic and unhinged than the studio version.

It’s a crucial collection if you’re into vintage no wave / new wave stuff, and the addition of the live tracks is a boon for collectors and enthusiasts. Don’t skip it if you can find it. I scored it for 99 cents at Reckless Records in Chicago earlier this year – a massive steal.

Keep your mind open.

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Rewind Review: Esquivel – Music from a Sparkling Planet (1995)

Music from a Sparkling Planet is a wonderfully titled compilation of Esquivel‘s space-age bachelor pad music consisting of Esquivel’s arrangements of other contemporaries’ music and his own compositions.

“Cachita” instantly plunges you into the groovy swimming pool of his music with his trademark blend of “latin-esque” sounds, beats, and grooves. “Cherokee” is idyllic to the point of mild hypnosis. “Third Man Theme” is more upbeat than anything you’d see in the Orson Welles movie. It belongs in a goofy European sex comedy from the 1960s about a guy who’s always bumped from hooking up with a lady because he’s the third wheel.

The electric piano on “La Bikina” is delightful. “La Paloma” and “Cachito” (the brother to “Cachita”) keep you in the lounging mood. The mellow accordion on “Cachito” is a neat touch. On “Granada,” he throws in those vocal “Zu zu zu” sounds that only he could make work in a tune, and combines them with Ennio Morricone-like trumpet.

“Question Mark (What Can You Do)” is one of his fully original compositions and arrangements, and it’s bold and bouncy and all-around fun (like the entire collection). “My Blue Heaven” is a quick, jumpy number that hops straight into his excellent version of “All of Me,” which practically throws you into a time machine and dumps you on the Las Vegas Strip circa 1965.

“Poinciana” is great example of Esquivel’s work. It has all the elements you want: Bold brass sections, jazzy piano, sultry vocal sounds, exotic percussion, and slightly psychedelic guitar work. “Flower Girl of Bordeaux” is perfect for rushing through the streets of a foreign land with someone beautiful in a quest of sexy adventure. “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” sends us out on a “cha-cha-cha.”

You can’t go wrong with stuff like this. It puts you in a better mood and transports you to faraway places that might be on Earth or in outer space.

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Live: Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs and The Tomblands – Sleeping Village – Chicago, IL – March 28, 2023

I almost didn’t come to this show. The venue, Sleeping Village, was over two hours’ driving time from my house. It was on a Tuesday night, and it started late – 9pm Central time, which is 10pm in the Eastern time zone where I live. I worked an eight-hour shift that day and had to work another the following morning. I guessed I wouldn’t get home until 2:30am if I was lucky.

Then I learned that this would not only be the first time Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs would be in Chicago, but it was their first U.S. tour ever. That’s when I knew I had to be at this show, and they’d already announced tickets were running low. I snagged one of the few remaining tickets and got in a disco nap before making the drive.

This was also the first show I’d seen at Sleeping Village, which is a nice, small venue. The stage and viewing area are in a space smaller than some convenience stores. As soon as I walked in and saw the size of the space, and knew how powerful a Pigs x 7 show could be, I thought, “They’re going to destroy this place.”

First to start the demolition were local noise-psych rockers The Tomblands. They brought a wall of guitars, two drummers, and a ton of energy to the stage. They also encouraged all the locals to get out and vote in the upcoming Chicago mayoral election.

The lads from Newcastle Upon Tyne came out at 10pm (Central) sharp and kicked things off with the raucous “Mr. Medicine” off their new album, Land of Sleeper. The power they unleashed felt like someone threw open the door of a blast furnace.

(L-R: Adam Ian Sykes, John-Micheal Joseph Hedley, Matthew Baty, Sam Grant)

They tore through “Rubbernecker” and “Halloween Bolson,” with lead singer Baty bouncing, stomping, and prowling around the stage like a kabuki performer, bassist Hedley played like his guitar he was holding an electric eel, and Sykes and Grant kept trading shredding solos.

Some of us finally got a mosh pit started by the time they got to “Ultimate Hammer” and continued to floor the audience with their combination of metal, doom, and punk. “Big Rig” was especially wild, and “GNT” and closer “A66” were downright fierce.

I got to shake hands and chat a bit with the porcine quintet after the show and asked Baty how the tour had been so far, especially after it was so long coming after 2020 shut it down the first time.

“It’s been…fucking amazing,” Baty said. “We thought we’d be playing shows to, like, fifty people, and they’ve all been like this. It’s incredible.”

It was.

Keep your mind open.

Thanks to the nice young lady who let me snap this photo of the set list she scored.

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Review: Eaves Wilder – Hookey

Referencing both skipping school classes and filling songs with hooks, Eaves Wilder‘s debut EP, Hookey, is a fun record about teenage life and preferring to spend one’s time doing what you want instead of putting up with other people’s crap.

I mean, “I Stole Your Jumper” pretty much flips the table on a lover who made her feel bad. She’s done with that business, and her chugging 1990s alt-rock guitar chords only seem to fuel her sneer and desire to kick someone in the groin. Plus, she gets a new jumper out of it.

“Are You Diagnosed?” is a standout as Wilder sings about her treatment at a hospital and how that treatment was affected by her status of whether or not she was officially diagnosed with anything. “You could be dying up close, but are you diagnosed?” she sings, but you’re not going to get treatment until stacks of paperwork are completed and you’ve been through a maze of appointments, phone calls, and visits with people who have no idea what you’ve already done. The hooks in it are killer. “I’m sick of asking for help,” she says. Who wouldn’t be?

“Morning Rain” is a tale of skipping school because it’s just too lovely outside to be cooped up all day. Her guitar work in it has a sort of melted sound to it that’s difficult to pull off, but she does it well.

In “Connect the Rooms,” Wilder sings (in a somewhat distant voice sprinkled with reverb) about making music while elevating in her room thanks to certain substances. It’s clearly the most psychedelic of the four tracks and could easily earn her a spot at a Levitation festival if she wants.

This EP is the start of something big. It’s the kind of record you want to get now so later, when she’s playing big stages, you can say, “I’ve been following her since the Hookey EP.”

Keep your mind open.

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Review: Black Helium – UM

You might look at the track listing of Black Helium‘s new album, UM, and initially think, “Five tracks? Why isn’t this considered an EP?” It’s because it’s five tracks of wild London psych-rock with two tracks that are over ten minutes long…and one of those is over fifteen minutes long.

The first of the double-digit tracks is the album’s opener, “Another Heaven,” which unloads on you like cosmic cannon fire and then settles down into a groove as trippy as the album’s cover. Their love of Black Sabbath is evident in the second half of the track when it goes from weird psychedelia into bass-heavy (thanks to Beck Harvey) doom sludge (which I love).

“I Saw God” (at only eight minutes and nine seconds in length) brings in some garage rock and, dare I say it, some pop-like beats for a good blend of genres resulting in a toe-tapping rocker. “Dungeon Head,” at under three minutes, is a mantra-like appetizer for “Summer of Hair” – which is a great name for a track that harkens back to the swinging 1960s of London with its trippy sound and the 1990s of London with its electro-bass thumps and beats.

Ending with the fifteen-plus-minute “The Keys to Red Skeleton’s House (Open the Door),” Black Helium go for broke and unleash everything from cosmic guitar roars from Stuart Gray and Rush-like rhythms from Diogo Gomes to more of that heavy sludge that brings with it slow head-banging and a sense of menace.

The menace doesn’t overpower UM, leaving you with lots of cool grooves and powerful vibes. They could’ve named this album OM just from the way it vibrates in your chest, but instead named it UM, possibly to make you contemplate it and the rest of the cosmos.

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Review: Sarayu – Intelligent Jump Rope Music

Hailing from Bangkok, Sarayu has brought us a cool slice of the Thailand house music scene (Yes, of course there is such a thing.) with his new EP, Intelligent Jump Rope Music.

Opening up with subtle synths that grow and grow until they become floor-filling grooves with thick bass lines on “The Bag,” the EP never lets up with dance beats designed to get you shaking in a sweaty club or a street festival. The snappy percussion of “E30 Track” will inspire pop-locking and / or kickboxing. The repetitive beats mix perfectly with the almost subliminal bass.

The title track, and a remix of it by Locked Groove, take up the second half / side of the EP. It seems to emerge from you speakers like a serpent being summoned by Buddhist monks to hunt for mice who tend to eat ancient scrolls. The percussion in the remix thumps harder and ups the glam.

It’s a sharp EP, and it looks like the trend of great house music releases continues from last year if Intelligent Jump Rope Music is any indication.

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