Zap Guns
We love the sound self-harm messthetics of the glue wave massive as much as the next guy, you can believe it buster. We also love it when bands go for the big soulcrusher ‘give us a stadium so we can tear it to pieces like a prehistoric lizard with Zenta laser eyes bitch’ sound, which is what Bipolar Bear do in their new release, Harlem Pripyat on Mexican Summer. It hits hard and, as I said, fucking big. You can feel the bassline coiling like the rings of a boa constrictor about to crack your chest in true Mudhoney/Hot Snakes styles. Yes, they are that good. Just check out the party jam extraordinaire Goth Time Rag which kicks it all off, kowabunga, this is the sound of the Cowboys from Limbo cutting through green goo mist over a pretty metronomic steed which would have made Wipers go ‘yeah kid, that’s the way you do it’. The fact that the vocal harmonies seem to harken back to the good old days of girlie 60s garage rock in spite of the fact that these dudes are dudes has the psyche proto-punk bearded vinyl fiending drop out that lives inside us flipping his shit like it was 1964. ZANG
We hear Thee Fair Ohs have something going with Sex is Disgusting, and that makes us happy for both parties. Well, their music generally makes us happy- we are that old cadillac which cruises through the avenues of life eating smoke and being scratched by motherfucker teenagers, constantly overtaken by evil sound blasting convertibles and SUVS piloted by women with the eyes of dead dolls, the Vader on Board sticker a constant source of amusement for a modern world that plainly doesn’t understand our style. It’s not surprising that, by the end of the week, we have turned into road raging hate-mongering devils keen to crush animals under our spiky wheels, pick up the roadkill and feed it to old ladies. Not so nice. Well, listening to Thee Fair Ohs music is the equivalent of a visit to a tunnel car washer of absolutely dope good vibes, out of which we come all shiny and humming a catchy melody, mutt with a bandana sticking its head out of the passenger window and all. Nicest stuff we have heard since Abe Vigoda’s Skeleton, get with it.
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