In these troubled times of conflict & chaos alls I can do is sit & dreamily reminiscence back to a better era that in some ways was equally as confusin but more binary in the Us vs. Them scenario. What I'm tryin to say is......I miss the Cold War. The threat of a Russian invasion, nuclear bomb's, World War III, the apocalypse of modern society.....those were the days! Musically it seemed to be the muse for some great Punk & DIY songs/bands on both sides of the Atlantic, though I reckon the majority of best ones came outta the UK. And let's face it, Reagan was AWESOME for Hardcore, so if it's winnin your concerned about, we whipped everybody on that front. But no need to digress. I'm not sure what I'm tryin to convey w/this preamble except that all the great fuzzy, fall apart fumble that I am so smitten with bustled formidably back in the halcyon days of 77-81. After that it was a sputter here, a sputter there, & for the optimist's among us, this was good, for the realist's, discerning. The end of the 80's saw some new growth w/sapling's like 'Freed Man', 'DR 503', 'Royal Trux' & 'Slay Tracks' at the vanguard of a new battalion of lo-fi mongers who would define the upcoming decade & were arguably the last generation to have any 1st hand contact w/the pilgrims who'd planted their seeds. The 90's sure seemed longer than it was, especially by the end. Instead of fizzlin out like their forbearers, the bands known for them records pretty much made it through, albeit a lot more spiffier or square than as they'd begun. And while they trod the earth through them yrs, they sod it-knowingly're not-for another generation of seedlings to sprout up, only this time, they was kinda puny. Most've the roots got all tangled, they weren't capable of providin proper shade' re harvest, prone to rot early, you know, not very useful or as strong'n majestic as those what came before'em. But there's always a few that make it by & with any luck, may even thrive. If ya ask me, a small brush fire wouldn't be the worst thing to happen & I do my part whenever I can. But before another match get's lit, try & make sure you keep it out the way of this band Psychedelic Horseshit. Their debut 7" (on Columbus Discount Records) seems like it could be a hybrid of Versatile Newts, Treble Kicker era Pavement & Icky Boyfriends which is a way of sayin if you cut'em down, their rings mark practically 3 generations of Punk-gunk distemper. And the sleeve that houses it might be the best stapled package since TVP's '14th Floor' or the What Is Oil? 'Human Suffering' ep.Previous to this record they'd released (I think) 4 cdr's of same sort've chomp-nosh & I think they might have somethin a ranger'd wanna keep an eye on. So let'em grow I say! Flourish, feed the wind, bear your fruits. If they can sustain then it's only a matter of time before we sling a hammock through their branches & gourge till nod. Burpin never sounded so good.
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