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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Spook Lights - Nudie Watusi
Another one tuggin’ at that soft spot I’ve got in my heart for trash-rock. The Spook Lights are a Cramps-y quartet operating out of Lawrence, Kansas (wherever that is) and jumping head-first into camp, cave-thump, and piercing fuzz. If you scroll back up just a few lines, you can check out “Nudie Watusi,” featuring some of the sharpest guitar tone out there. Think about the beginning of the 5.6.7.8’s version of “Hanky Panky,” and you’ve got an idea what you’re in for. It’s ril good.
In keeping with punk/trash rock tradition, they’ve all got pseudonyms; their lady-guitarist is pseudo-named “Curvacia VaVoom.” That is the silliest shit I ever heard.
Anyway, head over to their MySpace to check out several of their cuts, and keep with ‘em.
In related news, is it just me, or is it about goddamned time for another raw music resurgence? Or will I just always feel like that, no matter what?
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We Never Learn: The Gunk Undergut, 1988-2001
… Then there was the contest between the Reverend [Horton Heat] and Dwarves drummer Vadge Moore to see who could have sex with the most people. “Yeah, everyone had some money riding on who would win,” Eddie [Spaghetti] says. “I bet on Vadge. He took down this really disgusting fat girl on the very last night we were there and won the contest. The grand total winning number? Two. So the ladies weren’t exactly breaking down our door.
This excerpt comes from a section of the book We Never Learn: The Gunk Punk Undergut, 1988-2001, by New Bomb Turk Eric Davidson. That’s Eddie Spaghetti from The Supersuckers talking about an insane-sounding European tour consisting of the Reverend Horton Heat, the Supersuckers, and Dwarves. Just one of many moments from the book that had me laughing out loud like a fucking asshole (the book didn’t make me laugh like an asshole, there’s just nothing I can do about that).
Obviously, a book like this couldn’t be more down my alley, and I probably would have been happy with anything, as long as the thing mentioned Billy Childish and the Mummies somewhere in it. But this thing is great. More information than I ever would have thought existed about so many great bands in the trash-punk style I’ve grown to enjoy so much. It’s got all that awesome “crazy story” stuff you’d expect in a Please Kill Me-style oral history of a subgenre of punk-rock, like the above excerpt, and it’s handled by a guy who was involved in the scene and really loved much of what came out of it.
Couldn’t ask for more in a book like this, really. Go buy it. It’ll be another reason for you to pull out your old Milkshakes and Oblivians records, and you’ll probably get hip to some other group you had no idea rocked as hard as they did.
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Th’ Legendary Shack Shakers - The Hills of Hell
Agridustrial (Thirty Tigers)
Yes! New Legendary Shack Shakers! Now with Duane Denison (you know, that Duane Denison) on guitar! If you’re like me, you were pretty disappointed with the Rev.’s last record, so it’s a good thing the Shack Shakers are back to fill that need for some heavy psychobilly insanity.
Now, I’ve got a taste for the weird, so I’ve taken an immediate liking to “The Hills of Hell,” a more experimental offering featuring some dark spoken-word through thick vocal effects, and I’ve gotta say, “Hong-Eyed Man,” which employs similar processing on the vox is another standout. But if you’re looking for something a bit less aggressive to ease yourself into the group, you may start with their rendition of the traditional folk song “Sugar Baby,” which is a great example of their transmission of primal energy through industrial means.
If hillbilly thugs actually listened to this stuff, we’d all think they were a lot cooler.
