Sunday, July 29, 2007  3:06 pm 

A Summer Do of Spunk & Bloods

We are, like happy otters, almost halfway through feasting on the entrails of this compelling summer of 2007, proof of the incoming apocalypse/reinstatement of the Older Gods over mankind’s thrones and parliaments. Anyway, this Do we are involved with has had a few London clubs coming down to visit and celebrate a sweet alignment of tastes and attitudes under the dark flip-side of Brighton’s proverbial sun, the bands we are posting today are or have been, with an initial exception, involved in this worthy adventure.

The Real Gold Crew Do didn’t have any live bands, although Dave Liteyear, who killed it behind the decks, will be releasing a 12 under the guise of Children of the Space Age real soon, and we’ll be ringing the alarm about it because Dave’s the fucking W.O.R.K.S., when he finally drops it you’re going to feel like Tony Falcone grinding Saturn’s rings on an overdose of cheap perfume. Anyhow, Mr. Deano from RGC recommended Snake Apartment in a recent e-mail, and DJ Rick confirmed at a4a, check out those red-eyed bats riding the storm of pestilence coming this way, and smile with spiky evil lil’ teethicles.

Snake Apartment- Sad Orgasm

Providence blues noise demons drive rusty nails in skulls WHACK & scare the reptilian brain shitless, they thrive in that same damp and sticky area of distortion, vice grips, disreputable sex and whiskey soaked leather upholstery as other legendary motherfuckers, say Flipper, Harry Pussy or Electric Eels, they sound like the inside of Evil Dead’s cabin of madness if only the Necronomicon had been written by cosmic-era Kilmister, check out Paint the Walls and righteously fucking SPLATTER.

Toy Pirate brought us Trencher and that ended up being one of the loudest and most abrassive outright nausea inducing shitstorms ever to grace the skanky bowels of the Core Club, we hope their hellish yelping made the security staff infertile so they won’t ever spawn offspring to be perhaps turned away at the doors of a club because their passport has expired, here you have the grindcore casio soundtrack to Alan Moore’s The Killing Joke, gothic spirals of amusement arcade keyboard weirdness criss crossed by flying feisty figures, or the Lost Boys if they fed on the bodies of the dead not the living, bound to give you a fucking bad case of herpes that, you know, and perhaps some nightmares.

Trencher- In reverence

Such as those portrayed in the eerily beautiful synth funereal march into which the feedback coalesces, the fog approaches the coast and our man John Carpenter slides into the shadows, his job here is done now.

Barbaric White Elephant played & ruled too i.e. Ex Models v Don Caballero, white noise whatever-core, MAKE MISSILES NOT MUSIC lieutenant and bomb fucking Topman out of the face of this world, take fashion back to the stone age, this is, Jane Fonda with a bone piercing her nostril like Lester Bangs used to dig.

White Heat will be coming to celebrate their 10th birthday this friday 3rd August, and Comanechi will be playing. I didn’t know that much about this band save that the singer Akiko is also involved with the yes we like it very much when you make us bleed Pre and Scotch Egg’s new outfit Baka, for some reason I thought they were a scuzzy garage band, however the sneak preview of their new stuff I’ve had via Merok rather reminds me of a lycanthropic orgy, i.e. Thrones chase rabid werebitch Lydia Lunch through the streets of London brandishing a silver machete, it’s a love/hate thang bound to leave scars on the bodies of those involved, but then we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Comanechi- Death of Me (Scotch Egg Rmx)

Scotch Egg’s participation only adds to the general feeling of joyous nastiness.

17th of August 20JFG’s fave DIY promoter/label Upset the Rhythm shall be bringing us HEALTH, who do the Noise taiko witch-kid chanting with weird unsettling intensity, their S/T album soon to be released by our caring brothers in that fight for all that’s jackin’ Lovepump United is definitely one to check out, turn it up/slide down wicked voodoo tom’s psychedelic spiral with a collection of tunes/blasts that come forth like rhythm skeletons rocking the Harryhausen, joints lock into each other to build a fucked up pyramid of bones inside which fierce wild-eyed monsters, say Liars or Deerhunter would be happy to throw a party, call up the ghosts, paint the walls red, you know the score.

HEALTH- Triceratops

Could have picked whatevs tune to post they all share sweet dark features like the map of some haunted domain in the world of Ravenloft, did I ever tell you about the murdel lillies of Slaughter Swamp?

Oh by the way if you know of any bands of this awesome ilk touring the UK over the fall/before the end of the year, and you think they might like to play at the DO please get in touch with us or them, or tell them to, we’re like, kind of hiring yeah?

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labels >> acid demons, clubs, crossbones, drums, forests, skulls