Telepathe – Blind Mouths

When you’re doing homework its difficult to listen to stuff that just goes “rahhh!” so you end up listening to a lot of ambulance music and exploring your interest in classical.

Country and Folk would be perfect but it has too many lyrics about stuff you suddenly find yourself deeply engrossed in without meaning to and they always have those killer cliff hanger endings you really need to listen closely to or you feel like you forgot to video the last even episode of Twin Peaks and your life is going to be incomplete for a fucking eternity.

So Mikey Apples from Future Primitive sends me stuff to listen to by way of Lena O. from Chromatics. Some of it’s a bit cheeky summer fun (check Don Cash – Rollerskate) and other bits just downright obtuse, but some you leave on repeat and Telepathe were that one for me last week. Thanks to Telepathe my Animal and Machine Intelligence dissertation was a formidable piece of self indulgence and obvious genius. Of course like all genius, it will be misunderstood and I’ll get 40%.

Telepathe feature (as far as we can tell) members of First Nation and Blood Lines and maybe some other folks. The sound of this comes out like percussive outgrows for Black Dice played by a organic Metalux who went down to the woods to swap dresses with Julian Gross and the boys. Unsuprisingly for something we post here, it gives a nod to Suspiria with those little twinkling bells that may give you the willys.

Out now on the much featured here Social Registry label.

p.s. Check Banana Nutrament for more.

Misfits – Cough Cool

So you finally think your in love, you find the special one. Overflowing with personality, great hair, make-up, tattoos, all your friends love her too.

The Misfits are like the girl you would have married if they didn’t keep fucking everything that moves while you’re not watching, and some things that don’t move too.

Cough Cool has always been one of those things that remind me of the time we shared throwing cans at the Suicide gig, dropping acid at the Doors show, kissing in the back row at the 24hr Zombie-thon.

The bombastic posturing of these disconnected angry young men we hear here is untainted by any cliches except the ones they cast themselves into. The simple intensity of the drumming, keyboard, bass and vocal still pulls at the heart strings and brings back my memories of love, gone, but not forgotten. Now I have ARE Weapons and The Liars who walk in the empty grave my love once filled.

This version is really bad quality and from Beware – The Complete singles, so turn it up loud yeh?

As a xtra special xmas bonus this next song has been mentioned by totally separate people more than 3 times this week, which is fucking scary cos I don’t think I have heard anybody even mention it since the mid nineties. I’m not naming names, you know who you are.

Merry Chirstmas.

(edit – go get cough cool b-side She and more from the very fine 7inchpunk)

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