va !!!Here Ain't The Sonics!!! ( Popllama 1989 )

Fantastic tribute compilation to the greatest band of the solar system!!!

Galaxie 500 - On Fire ( Rough Trade 1989 )

Second offering from the Galaxies in 1989!

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On Fire acknowledges a past master of mopery with an unsanctimonious cover of George Harrison's "Isn't It a Pity." This second release shapes out the spaces between Dean Wareham's proto-strum and whine/wail, Naomi Yang's exceptionally melodic bass lines (the band's true emotional center) and Damon Krukowski's economical drumming. Kramer (producer of the band's entire output to date) throws in enough reverb and echo to nearly cover lyrics like "I stood in line and ate my Twinkie" beneath a fuzzy warm sonic blanket. Wareham's lead guitar lines are clearer and more confident here and, with nice touches like saxophone on "Decomposing Trees," the songs are immersion chambers of atmosphere.

(text from Trouzers Press)

Re-Up: Fleshtones - Roman Gods

The Gun Club - Fire Of Love ( Ruby 1981 )

I recently returned to this and it blew my mind once again like the first time!

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Jeffrey Lee Pierce, for all intents and purposes, was the Gun Club. From his days as a peroxided, Debbie Harry-fixated Los Angeles teen-punk, through a lengthy era when he seemed convinced he could channel the spirit of Robert Johnson, to a more recent probe of the seedier side of continental balladry, Pierce — who died of a cerebral blood clot in Utah at the end of March 1996 — always presented a highly individual, albeit sometimes dazed'n'confused, vision of a soul in torment.

Being unseasoned, young, middle-class, white and barely able to play guitar didn't mean he had to be to the blues what the Cramps once were to rockabilly. For Pierce, the blues was a highly personal medium to broadcast/exorcise demons. On Gun Club's cathartic debut, Fire of Love, his unschooled, high-lonesome howl often evokes the hellhound-on-his-tail imagery he's trying to project. This is bona fide mutant blues, with Pierce using the musical structures and lyrical imagery for his own ends. Exciting, intense — even cathartic — and badly (if appropriately) recorded, with a dash of punk leavening, this also has homey and effective touches like bits of violin and slide guitar (by Ward Dotson and Jeffrey Lee). If the band isn't terribly successful when it tries to preserve the letter of the blues (as on a cover of Johnson's "Preaching the Blues"), transposing the genre's spirit to a snarled punk framework ("She Is Like Heroin to Me," the gripping "Fire Spirit") proves the Gun Club's purity of essence.

(text From :www.trouserpress.com)

Re-Up: The Knights Of Fuzz (e-book)

Greece Gone Garage Festival

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