Skeletons from the Garage – The Routes

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The Routes
Skeletons
Groovie Records

It’s rare that I hear a new album and immediately fall in love with the band. Typically, I dig on a sound or a few tracks, something of a taste, but rarely do I toss myself into an entire catalogue like with The Routes.

Birthed in Hita City, Oita, Japan, The Routes are self-described ‘No gimmick, no costume, no bullshit, Stomp’n’Grind Garage Rock Rhythm and Blues” and own every single word in that description.

Skeletons is The Routes fourth album and each track is a powerful enough to rip the juke joint from its hinges and shakes the filings out from fans across the globe. These tracks create garage culture icons. Vocalist Chris Jack sounds like a young Reverend Beat-Man and, with Yuichiro Tomishige smashing the drums and Kensaku Muronaka slamming the bass, move effortlessly through screaming surf instrumentals and  60’s distorted fuzz. Each track isn’t just 60’s revival sound, it’s the hungry corpse of a by gone era biting and infecting and increasing its numbers with each rabid metered assault.

So grab yourself a copy and dig on in. The Routes are the future of garage rock.

We want the airwaves – WMUH podcast

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Me and the Honorable Sir Richard Slouch: Never a two more handsome beasts roamed the earth
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This here is an official WMUH setlist for official WMUH DJ’s…it hasn’t changed since the 90’s, but neither have we.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
King Salami and the Cumberland 3 – Trubble Trubble
King Khan and His Shrines – Torture
The Creeping Ivies – The Witch House
Thee Oh Sees – Poor Queen
Becky Lee and Drunkfoot – I Want to Kill Myself
The Routes – Tell Me It Ain’t So
Isaac Rother and the Phantoms – Hitman
Bloodshot Bill – Can’t Dance Alone
Fia Sco and the Majestics – Boom Boom
Jay Reatard – In the Dark
Zak and his Unhappy Guitar – Jack O’Diamonds
Uncle Butcher and Margareth Doll Rod – The Best is Yet to Come
Dr. Bontempi’s Snake Oil Company – Uranium Rock
Abner Jay – My Middle Name is the Blues
Delany Davidson – I’m So Depressed
The Pistoleers – Bank Robber
Man or Astroman? – Destination Venus
The White Wires – Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Tullycraft – Lost in Light Rotation
Late Bloomer – Use Your Words
Baby Ghosts – Ghost Boyfriend
Satelliters – Where Do We Go?

To the manner borne – Garage Punk and The Mobbs

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Tally ho, Gentlemen!
Hold tight, Ladies!
Beware, children of fine, but discriminating, tastes!

Those well-dressed scoundrels of garage rock’n’roll, The Mobbs, are on the prowl with their fourth release, Garage Punk For Boys, and  are once again serving suave to the world of low-brow socialites.

G.P.F.B offers a quick, crisp sound reminiscent of their first album “It’s…” (a favorite at the grounds of Bibliodiscoteque Estates) with no time for the slow and no mercy for the lazy. Tracks like “We Don’t Need a God” lyrically flow like something off the Kinks’ Muswell Hillbillies, but have the speed of Ray Davies methamphetamine years. It’s also hard, on tracks like “Garage Punk for Boys” and “One Erotic Thought”, not to hear Thee Headcoats-esq vocal delivery and guitar stops. But, I harken back the Elizabethan ideal that one who learns from the ways of a master (like Childish), and adapts it to suit their style, can also be genius. Simply ask that Shakespeare guy. Everything about The Mobbs delicately balances originality on the knife’s edge of homage. They are, simply put, the next logical step. This is an album so brimming with hooks that you’ll find yourself singing along well after the music has stopped.

The Mobbs don’t need me to pile praise upon their personage, they are fantastic and they know it; our heroes saddle up to modesty, take her out for a great dinner, walk her to the door, and, like a gentleman, snog the living hell out of her.

On Sept. 1, you are cordially invited to drop your hard earned euros on  the finest sophisticates in the garage punk world. Pick up G.P.F.B and let The Mobbs introduce you to one of the grandest aural adventures known to today’s modern man. You can order it from the web site and at finer digital outlets.

Dawn of the Ukelele Zombies

Ukelele Zombies
Guou LLeah!!! EP

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picture stolen from Ukelele Zombies’ Facebook

In the midst of putting together various episodes of This Island Surf, I come across a great many bands from a great many places across the globe. I’m always left with a sense of awe about how many rabid bands are ripping up various scenes and infecting people with the urge to dance.

Valencia, Spain’s The Ukelele Zombies are such a beast. And the world is lucky enough that through some insanity they decided to try and cage their sound on a four-song platter. This is pure backyard garage rock. This is the sound for late night summer beer bashes, tossing people into pools, and digging divots into the yard with rocking feet.

‘El Fao’ is hypnotic hipshaker that’ll tear your from your seat, make you toss away your inhibitions like an empty red cup, and force you to shake your ass. It’s got a great guitar hook and drummer working out some serious anger issues. The lyrics are a ferocious and in Spanish, but don’t fret, they kick the language barrier to the ground and show that great rock’n’roll is the true universal tongue.

Speaking of tongue, ‘Babe Come with Me’, is a love song for a crowded dance floor. The tempo rises and falls with the natural ebb and tide of a disco hall and eventually breaks down into a victorious scream and ripping close-out instrumental. Ukelele Zombies manage to capture discoteque lust in a 2:06 explosion of furious sound. There is no filler. No time to waste. This is rock’n’roll and this is raw.

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Ukelele Zombies have an EP coming out from Pocket’s Robots Records in the very near future and it’s in your best interest to try and grab one. This is one of those gems you’ll whip out at the right time for the right reasons and everyone will be glad you did.

This Island Surf Ep. 3

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This Island Surf Episode 3
w/ DJ Morton and
Special BOOZE REPORT Host Kirsten Alewife

The Ghastly Ones – Action Squad
The Tiki Tones – Island Uprising
Surf Report – Knuckle Sandwich
Strangers – Caterpillar Crawl
The Bambi Molesters – Bikini Machine
Los Pataconas – Spider Man
Lynn Taitt and the Jets – Joker
Impala – Lady in a Cage
Mammoth Torta – Glass Axe
The Revelaires – Third Man Theme
Jan Davis – Surfbuster
King Pelican – Stingray
The Del Rays – The Tiki Folks are Comin’
The Creepy Creeps – Fink About It
Sonny Til and the Orioles – Hey! Little Woman
The Boogie Nazis – The Chair
The Surfites – Here She Comes Again
Les Jaguars – Guitare Jet
Surf Raiders – Let There Be Surf

The French Connection

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Skeptics split CS with White Ass
(Frantic City / Inch Allah 2013)

Let’s start with the heavy sludged guitar of The Skeptics. Why not? Its the first thing that’ll come barreling through your speakers and bursting into your eardrums. It’s heavy, hooky, and infective. It’s built for long slow pans of bad men with bad ideas walking down streets and chewing metal. It’s tough music for tough people: The type who wear dark glasses inside darker clubs.

The Skeptics side is one solid mix of fuzz punk that was recorded in one afternoon which results in only attempting to restrain a live sound. Despite the rawness of the tracks, nothing blurs together and each songs screams with  individuality. “Mean Things’ maintains its more punk infused snotty-whined lyrics and the guitar solo is rudimentary and short. ‘Green Haze’ stomps around with a Detroit urgency knocking over your loved ones and kicking your pets. Each track rolls on with  a beautifully controlled aggression that doesn’t feel restrained or wussy. Hell, if you’re going to race muscle cars, this is your co-pilot. My favorite track, though, is “Black, Lonely & Blue” with its driving guitars, menacing drums, and growled vocals. It’s the culmination of all the Skeptics best parts.

For all the heaviness of The Skeptics, White Ass seem almost light as the aether. The driving force here is the reverbed guitars and vocals trade lead roles with precision and the grace of a killer. White Ass are made up of  ex or current Viscous Brothers, Teenage Moonlight Borderliners, Crash Normal, Pierre et Bastien, and TITS members, and all that talent has created some beautifully psychedelic garage slammers. You can hear it in “Stencil”‘s dancing bass, a guitarist willing to be in the scenery, and vocals which work to drive the song’s rhythm. “Rein a Faire” incorporates the pogo-centric feel of The Ramone’s “Blitzkrieg Bop” with a heavily  recoiling echo of snapping vocals over a slamming drums.

This is one of those recordings that you’ll buy on a whim and wonder how you ever lived without it.

The Skeptics and White Ass each share a side of this split cassette (which is also available for download via bandcamp). It’s two amazing recordings for the price of one. You’d be a fool to ignore it.

Review: The Creeping Ivies – Stay Wild

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The Creeping Ivies
Stay Wild (available for digital download here)

Every time I Becca Bomb breathlessly screams lyrics, changes octaves mid-syllable, and shrieks ‘yeahs’ and ‘wahs’, I understand why rock’n’roll was once considered so damn dangerous. It is physically impossible to remain calm and the force of the music compels me to shake shit up at the malt shop and chicken race stolen cars. Between Becca’s caterwaul and primordial jungle rhythms of Duncan Destruction’s I hear sound that struck fear into the hearts The Man and squares alike . All rock should be this primitive and infective.

Stay Wild is what the volume knob is for. It’s the reason your downstairs neighbors are sleepless. The raw power of The Creeping Ivies can’t be contained.

My favorite track of 2012 was The Creeping Ivies’ ‘Chicken Voodoo Blues’ (Free at this link). I feel pretty comfortable saying that 2013 will see another Ivies song take first place. Sure we are only two months into the year, but ‘Mirror, Mirror’ is the only song you need on your 2013 playlist.

Episode 29 – James Morrow’s Shambling Towards Hiroshima

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In August of 1945, the United States dropped two bombs on the cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Those bombs stopped not only the War in the Pacific, but frightened the world so much that they have not been used in combat since.

The bombs also ushered in a sense of nihilism and anxiety that would permeate world consciousness and provide nightmare fuel for generations.  One such fear came to shore as a 300 foot metaphor for a nation coming to terms with destruction, but since then has become a comedic device, a cartoon, and eventually an action anti-hero.

In James Morrow’s novel Shambling Toward Hiroshima, Marrow plays with the idea that perhaps this film was essentially a pseudo-documentary designed to frighten the Japanese away from invoking the wrath of the bomb. That perhaps giant lizards were an actual creation of the the US Government and a man in a suit destroyed a miniature Tokyo as a last ditch effort to frighten an enemy into surrender.

The novel tells the tale of the B-movie star whose role of a lifetime is to anonymously portray the giant beast in this wartime propaganda production.

This month’s podcast is a tribute to the gargantuan star of the silver screen and the actors who portrayed him – as well as others.

Of course it also took the genius of Josh Latta at Lattaland.com to tame the wild beast and make create this month’s amazing cover. Visit him over at his site for custom avatars and prints to blow your mind.

Rage Well,

Episode 29 – Shambling Towards Hiroshima

Atomic Power – Jello Biafra And Mojo Nixon  
Land Of Make Believe – The Easybeats
Girl in Black – The Branded
Vampyros Hetros – Jarvis Humby
Hungry Teenage Wolfman – The Bama Lamas
Bo Meets the Monster – Bo Diddley
The Raven – Jackie Brooks
The Gila Monster – Joe Johnson
Watusi Zombie – Jan Davis
When I was Young  – Carnabeats
Test Driver  – The Bunnys
hiwa mata noboru  –  The Golden Cups
A-Bomb Bop – A-Bones
Atomic Bomb Blues – Homer Harris
1945 (13th Floor) – Social Distortion
I Was A Kamikaze Pilot – Hoodoo Gurus
Godzilla – Fu Manchu
Godzilla – The Tailgators
Godzilla Can’t Surf – Monster Klub 
The Mortal Monster Man – The Savoys
She’s Fallen In Love With A Monster Man – The Stags

 

Episode 27.5 – Music to Read Schitzles By Side B

There really isn’t too much to say that hasn’t been said about Shawn Dickinson already this month and in this current podcast. Shawn is one hell of a good person. If you like this music, and you like trash culture, pick up his book, a print, or one of his shirts. This media blitz comes from nothing more than really respecting the guy whose work I’ve been promoting for a month straight.

That said, as this month closes out stick around for an amazing July. Ixnayray and I are launching a new show called AudioBiblioCool. It a genre-less show that promises to please anyone with a diverse musical palate. And if you don’t like it, well, I don’t really care, as it was fun as hell to make and works for any social occasion minus funerals and police bookings.

Rage Well,

Episode 27.5 – Music to Read Schitzles By…Side B

It’s Trash – Cavemen
The Rat’s Revenge – The Rats
Get Down (and Get Stupid!) –  The Del-Gators
Good Times – The Easybeats
Playa De Los Muertos –Bomboras
The Story Of My Life – Unrelated Segments
I Fought The Surf – The Vultures
Bad Part Of Town – Barefacts
It’s My Pride – The Thanes
Do What’s Right By You – The Routes
Get Ready for Action! – Mondo Topless
Ghastly Stomp – The Ghastly Ones
Chicken Voodoo Blues – The Creeping Ivies
El Humo Te Hace Mal – Los Peyotes
Grits And Grease – The Quintette Plus
Burnin’ Rubber – The Surfaris
The Devil Dance – The Devils
Three Kats in a Tub – Mr. Gasser & The Weirdos
No Correspondence – The Beckett Quintet
Mr. Moto – The Belairs
No Escape – The Seeds
The shape I’m in – The Masonics
Can’t Judge A Book – Thee Headcoats
Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell – Iggy And The Stooges