I used to watch Night Court when
I was a kid. We all did, didn’t we? Remember that one episode when the indie
rock band was all like, "you can't prosecute us for naming our band after
your stupid night court, you fascists!" It was one of my favorites. Mel Torme
was the special guest star. Harry Anderson learned a lesson. John Larroquette
and Markie Post hooked up. Bull watched suspiciously, but didn't understand.
Charles Robinson was officially named a national treasure. And then the band
Night Court and Torme played out the episode, over the credits. It was magical.
It also only happened in my head.
Whatever. What I do know is that sometimes, rock and roll tapes like
this just get under your skin and make you itch to get outside on your bike or
skateboard and just take over the whole town. I was a teenager once, I know
what it’s like being hopped up on soda and candy and in need of an outlet,
creative, destructive, or otherwise. Night Court (the band, now, not the show)
tap into that and make me want to be a kid again. Please just let me be a kid
again, I don’t want to be dragged into middle age!
Enough of that negativity! You gotta rock this sucker, seven tunes by
Meggie, Joe, and Jordan (and the last two are NOT remnants from NKOTB
masquerading as indie kids). Same tracks on each side, so play it back to back
to back to back, etc., and get kicked in the butt every time. Want a sound?
Think Ex Hex and Swirlies scrapping, but with a little extra hardcore thrown in
on tunes like “American Bitch.” Spending their wild youthful days in the
glittering world of salons my ass.
Why does it say “This tape sucks” on their bandcamp? It doesn’t. At
all.
--Ryan Masteller
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