WHORECOUGH “Whorecough” (self-released)



Reading Whorecough’s bio informed me that they are from Harrisburg, Virginia. However, after listening to their demo tape I’ve concluded they have a lot more in common with what’s going on in New York right now as opposed to their scenic little town in the Shenandoah Valley*. They remind me a lot of Perfect Pussy pre-Captured Tracks output; just a little less noise distortion over the vocals and a little more straight up hardcore instead. Fans of Meredith Graves will appreciate Natalie Strickland’s take-no-prisoners front woman approach. The tape is short but I loved every minute of it.



-- Roy Blumenfeld

*there are some good bands in Harrisonburg...Buck Gooter is the first that comes to mind - ed.

BOMBAY HARAMBEE “Wolfman Fellowship” (Wiener Records)



I can’t imagine anything remotely interesting happens in Little Rock, Arkansas – it may be the capital of the state that rhymes with Kansas (wait, it doesn’t?), but c’mon, who’s it kidding? Arkansas’s too far west to be a southern state and too far south to be Midwestern, so it has no discernible cultural identity that I can think of. I’ll tell you one thing though – it’s the state that Missouri’s butt touches. That’s all you need to know. You’re welcome.

Bombay Harambee is from Little Rock. They’re probably the most exciting thing to come out of the city in decades, and they’re a four-piece indie rock band indebted heavily to the Pixies. (Who wasn’t though? I’ve been in band’s exclusively indebted to the Pixies.) And while they don’t necessarily sound like the Pixies (thank goodness they don’t come off as a “cover” band of sorts), the elements are there – the crunchy guitar, the quick pace, the tongues in cheek, etc. Two of the guys have beards. One of the beards is super long and bushy.

This tape is a “hodgepodge of tracks recorded for the You Know Better EP and forthcoming Goldmine LP,” and it’s fun while it lasts. Your tolerance for straightforward and mildly quirky indie rock certainly must be taken into consideration before listening, and needle of my indie rock dial sort of hovers in the middle depending on my mood. (For those not understanding my strained metaphors, I get a kick out of this stuff sometimes.) I like the shorthand and/or quirky titles, like “BLVD,” “BRKN HND,” “Oh, IDK,” and “$Millionaire.” Side A, track one “CCCM” gets a thumbs up in my book for reminding me of this song from the great film The American Astronaut:


Yeah!

So get it together and get yerself this tape if this here’s yer thing. It’s the music that brings us together, isn’t it? That’s what “harambee” means, anyway – “Let’s pull together,” in Swahili, a popular Kenyan idea of coming together as a community, one which has been appropriated by many organizations working for peace and harmony in the world. Bombay Harambee’s doing that too, in their own special and local way. From Little Rock. Then why “Bombay”? ’Cause it rhymes, jackwad.



--Ryan Masteller

DOK V “Oral Invaginations” C60



Oh jeebus Christmas, c’mon dude. I have to listen to 60 minutes of something called Oral Invaginations? Doubt that’s gonna happen. I’m a grown-ass man. I’m an adult. I will spend my time doing positive things, like going for a run, or maybe listening to a different goddamn tape. I will spend my time doing something other than listening to dok v’s Oral Invaginations from Macon, Georgia.

But since I still have to write this thing, and I can’t just stand here and point incredulously at the title in its sub–MS Paint font for my review (or can I? Hmmm…), I’ll dutifully spin this and see where it goes. I’m not expecting much.

And you shouldn’t either. “Lenny” on side A is swirling puke electronics and disembodied pitch-shifted voices, and that does not a fun time make, unless you’re into it. And maybe on a better day I would be – maybe if I didn’t have to suck it up and flip it to side B I’d be happier about it. But no, side B, the title track, is another 30 minutes of swirling puke electronics and disembodied pitch-shifted voices. Why on earth is this called Oral Invaginations? I swear to god, I’m sick of thinking about it.

Maybe if I didn’t want to throw this tape against the wall before I even listened to it I’d have a better reaction. Probably not. But seriously, if you can get past the title and have a penchant for, er, swirling puke electronics and disembodied pitch-shifted voices, you might dig it. But I warn you – 99.43 percent of you will not.

--Ryan Masteller

MODERN HOAX
“Letters to Burn” C43
(Fall Break Records)



Some damn fine Lo-Fi bedroom psychedelia a la Elephant 6. Tons of varying guitar and synth textures and riffs, all layered and layered and layered to where it’s hard to get hooked by just one groove. Dreamy, reverbed vocals hang out just within earshot, jump to the fore, and back again. Solid bass lines and tasteful percussion support intermittent feedback solos and all round good clean noisiness. The name of the game is dynamics here, and this lone Texan is having a blast all by himself,  masterfully arranging it without the sterilizing polish . Looking forward to playing this tape ‘til the warble adds its own charm on top.

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- - Jacob An Kittenplan

FYOELK “Guiro” (Stenze Quo)



Fyoelk is damn good fun. I don’t even care if he’s got a song called “Bong” and I don’t care if Fyoelk is a nonsense word and not his birth name; thanks to Fyoelk, I’m having too much fun to care. I don’t care if the batteries on my walkman are dying, causing tempo warps and pitch warbles (on top of the warbles and squiggles already embedded in the tracks); I saw this fellow play ten or so shows this month, and his songs, even “Bong,” are burned into my memory. I don’t need his tape to bounce down his good-natured mellow trail of amiable abstraction, now that he’s filled my foggy head with bright colors, strange geometric shapes, sleepy and unpredictable thoughts out of nowhere. His songs are part of the permanent collection, the mental radio dial, and they have nowhere to go but ON. I feel lucky. Happy Birthday Fyoelk!

Fyoelk: https://soundcloud.com/fyoelk
Stenze Quo: http://stenzequo.blogspot.com

-- Rick Weaver