God, I sometimes wonder if this place can ever make sense to you or us, do we antagonise you every time we change pace with the feeble gusto of a moth revolving crazed around a blinding strobe of what we consider fractured goodness, or are you troopers happy to delve in the burning and chaotic magma which ultrafocussed savants, crafty wizards and feral children spill into our frazzled cauldron? It doesn’t matter, we don’t give a shit because we believe in the crazed designs of the unique architect who made a universe where disco and sludge and jacking house and hardcore can co-exist and give joy to an individual blasted brain situated in between the same pair of joyously tortured sound-holes, a world where guitar riffs go off like a twitching line of psychedelic firecrackers, drums rattle relentless like the heartbeat of a little kitten being hurled in the air by benign birds of prey of resplandescent, but be careful listener, sharp feathers, an accumulation of yelping and shrieking through which the medium speaks in tongues of a past of broken ankles, jagged angles and gangland chewing gum tattoos. Yes, I am listening to Mika Miko’s new album, ‘We be Xuxa’, and it goes a little something like this, total doo woop for the youngsters of today, it’s a sure shot.

Mika Miko- Turkey Sandwich

Ah, Eat Skull, check them out, true stalwarts of the fuzz hurricane who have blown us away with one of the albums of the year, ‘Wild Inside’, take in EUSTA Kill CDR their definitive hymn ‘Stick to the Formula’ (which is a bony & defiant finger to definitive hymns) and turn it into what I guess one would call Coney Island right on cough syrup ghostride rave, all chugga chugga mechanical rhythms hysteric like Suicide shooting up on cotton candy,  belligerantly beautiful radiance of barbed-wire/knive throwing tricks that impale the pop belle to the worn our target all faded colours and mesmerising guitar blur, and blitzkrieg era wheezing sirens for totally disconcerting effect. We sit on the floor of our room banging our head in amazed disbelief, dirty was never supposed to be this neat.

Eat Skull- Stick to the Formula (UK Club Banger USA)

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If you understand, come to 13 Monsters on Saturday. It will be this kind of grinning & giggling.

We have been staring in awe at the febrile glue wave moth spiralling around an incandescent flame where timeless melodies dance & tinkle frail like undead muses always prettier under a few shovelfuls of noise and fuzz, as the good ole ancestors of the first shoegaze revolution taught us , well, it’s Eat Skull who have come up with the definitive document of this journey, it is Wild Inside, out soon in Siltbreeze.

And how? By distilling all that’s good about Americana, from Gene Clark to Glen Campbell, mournful guitars that stretch across arid landscapes like barbed wire laid down with bare hands to leave a trail of blood you can track to a heart which keeps going, echoes of rhythms resonating in the distance like the footsteps of anonymous heroes marching in the night under the attentive gaze of slender foxes, lyrics which are the invisible tattoos we all carry carved indelible in the inside of our skin. Beautiful shit, literally.

Eat Skull- Dawn in the Face

Wooden Shjips’ Fallin is the sound of La Dusseldorf driving over the speed limit under the immense dome of a starry American sky, quiet and still as if they were surfing across a photograph different shades of moon-reflected colours, eventually stop at an all nite dinner shining bright in the distance like a casino where you always roll lucky dice, pastel surfaces and steaming coffee and customers straight off the pages of a Barry Gifford novella. The music keeps playing throughout this lull in the dream of eternal propulsion, endowing the craggy and thoughtful faces with epic purpose, as if all of them were simultaneously planning a prison break from their past, steal a bank, fall in love, dig for a treasure in the middle of the desert, find eldorado in the golden sands of a middle of nowhere which is much beautiful than either origin or destination.

Wooden Shjips- Fallin’

Fallin’ closes Wooden Shjips’ new album, Dos.

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As a bonus, here you have a mixtape of songs picked here and there, I hope it makes sense to you, in a most warped of manners. We wouldn’t have any other way.

20JFG THIS IS ALL I KNOW MIXTAPE

Tracklist

1-No Age- Things I did When I was Dead 2-Ganglians- Lost Words 3-Dillard & Clark- Polly 4-Nothing People- Pushing Buttons 5-We are Dios- Epileptic Tunnel Visions 6-Pink Floyd- Lucifer Sam 7-Twin Lion- Safest in Bearhugs 8-Ancient Crux-Coupling 9-Sun City Girls- Esoterica of Abyssinia 10-The Urinals- Black Hole 11-Eat Skull- Dawn in the Face 12-Sic Alps- Sing Song Waitress 13-TeePee- Mbiso 14-Husker Du- Never talk to you again 15-Yussuf Jerusalem-With You in Mind 16-Psychedelic Horseshit-New Wave Hippies 17-Times New Viking-Call and Response 18-Blank Dogs-Calling Over 19-The Mayfair Set- Desert Fun 20-Butthole Surfers- I Saw an X-Girl of a Girl Passing By 21-Wipers- Taking too Long