sex with ex-models
We at 20jazzfunkgreats like to tread those fuzzy areas between what you can call (proper) indie and avant garde (whatever), Artrocker would be the ‘pop’ extreme and Wire the ‘leftfield’ one. We get lost in the edges, where things get messy and interesting, we like fucked up noises we can groove to and noisy grooves we can get fucked up to. Almost all the bands we have posted so far, from Mu to Metalux , from Vitalic to Lightning Bolt, fall inside that slightly weird twilight zone. And when they don’t, hey, it’s a surprise! Surprises are good, they kick mankind’s ass off local optima.
Ex Models are one example of the sort of band we like, they should be the poster-boys of the disco-punk generation, they could sweep the floor with any of those nu-britpop muppets who churn disco basslines like dogs taking a shit in a cold day*…
…but they don’t want to and we don’t need them to. Their noise is too noisy, they love no wave too much, the Devolutionist yelling is too strident for the radio or the TV. They rock too much. Watchacallit?
Not Emo!!
In their new album, Chrome Panthers, out soon in the ever-excellent Troubleman label, it’s none other than Kid Millions, from another of our favouritest bands ever, Oneida (beautiful new site btw), the one in charge of handling drumming operations, and kid does it show, just check the exhilarating pyrotechnic finale of the track we are posting today, Chrome Hearts, it wouldn’t be out of place in Each One Teach One, Oneida’s maximum krautdronepsychoexcursion watchacallit?
Not Paul Weller!
A demolition derby of the soul, the guns of navarone are down, what’s next? Buy the album for the full psychemongoloid tour, it’s gonna be at the top of my list of the year! Don’t believe me? listen to another song at their Myspace spot. Whatchacallit?
RAURGHHHH!!!!
And to continue the RUARGGGH why not dance to Flipper’s ‘slick grooves’, this mother of a tune is…
and it closes their glorious ‘Generic’ album, released in 1982, an ode to all things dirty and sweaty and shameful like hating people who kiss in front of you cos of pure and black envy.
Sex Bomb Baby is the sort of thing sure to have made Iggy and Lux proud it’s so raunchy and evil and primeval, plodding along like some sort of street-walking cheetah with a heart full of semen that finally drops dead after exploding in a coronary of lust with the last blow of the saxophone…Nice…
(They also have a tune called ‘If I Can’t be Drunk’ if Alcohol’s your ting)
Any dancefloor that explodes when today’s bombs drop is a dancefloor I wanna be in, like.
And talking about dancing… tonight at the Ocean Rooms…
Arcid fundraiser
Wed 20th July at the Ocean Rooms, Brighton
10-2am
Cassette Boy
DJ Rubbish
Barry Evans(Barry’s Bootlegs)
DJ Scotch Egg(Wrong Music)
Dave Liteyear
N>E>D(Warp)
Mr Six(Sabbath)
Ashley Marlowe(Sabbath)
With a line up like this, how can you resist? all the superstars with big names, its like top of the pops!
Come along, only 5 pounds and help. Even Sarah’s mum is doing the door in her best glad rags yeh. We have it so good in Brighton.
* Nicked this metaphor from Playlouder, who used it to describe Ozzy Osbourne’s physical appearance.
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