Monday, May 14, 2007

Little Boxes Made Of Wicky Wacky....More 7" Reviews!

I hope all of you's out there had a wonderful Mothers Day. Naturally mine was spent rakin in the $$ as a caterer for some swank brunch affair sponsored by the Mario Lanza Museum down to South Phila. There was lot's of sausage 'n peppers, baked ziti & the like, but the 1st things to go was the rattlesnake enchilada's & the whiting roe mousse on unleavened toast points. I threw them in to sort've mix things up but they was scarfed down in record time. There's talk of sponsorin me for a cookin show on the Food Network 'cause of it. I was flattered but demurred sayin I couldn't possibly accept the offer as I had this here blog to run. I sure didn't want to disrespect'em but I also didn't wanna betray the readers of Siltblog so I invited them patrons to come on board! Now I don't expect'em to pick right up w/the theme but you never know. I was tryin to explain 7ers" after brunch but most of the women blushed & giggled while the men just winked & clapped. I know what they mean, I keep hearin how the format is dead, but folks still make'em. And as long as they send'em along, I'll listen. Here's what I heard;

Wicked Poseur-Maybe Eliminator + 3 ep
Debut release on a new label called Enduring Self, WP is the nom de plume for one Arthur Bates. I gotta admit, I was a little worried this might sound like that song 'Norman Bates' by Landscape but thankfully that weren't the case. It's as dense as a box of Crackjacks w/it's synth blips 'n sync bumps & seems to fog up the lines between Gaz Numan's leather wit & L. Voag's tweedish wisdom. It's a mess've thetics for sure.

Touched-Funeral Dress + 3 ep
The Black Velvet Fuckere bunch've gone & got all punked off on this one. Good & grizzled in a way that practically STINKS of 1981, I had to look twice to be sure this weren't on the Vomit label. Now I ain't thought about the Gynecologists for many yrs, but somethin on here sure makes me think that Tommy Afterbirth or Simon Scrotum is around & kickin. Hmmmm....could be, could be. If John Sharkey ever makes good on releasin The Master Tape Vol. 3, he could do worse than have Touched lead the assault. Okay, so they're no Malignant Growth but neither are you. So can it! Ain't no distro on this that I can find, try for more info.
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Tyvek/Cygnus split

Tyvek is one of my favorite bands of the moment not just on account that they's good but also they's seemingly embody the spirit of Happy Squid more than any other skeleton snuffers out there hoofin the terra firma. On this split job they drop the Urinals-like smash & gas out on a nitrous-laced popper that could almost be a Vidiots horizontal hazer buried somewhere on a lost New Underground comp. I ain't got no idea who Cygnus is-for all I know it's Tyvek in lab coats-but they got the woozy waddle of a (Dennis) Duck & my human hands can't stop applaudin the effort. A tour only 7" supportin the Tyvek/Cheveu WC tour happenin right now. Go to & see what's what.

ICK-La Parade des sans Illusions ep

If nothin else, Ick shows us that it ain't just the French what's got a boner for Edge/Creed attaque panique, but the Dutch is firin up the analog synths & junk boxes too. But even more than that, Ick seem bore outta the same womb of shrapneled frenzy as pre Mute DAF or Alu though w/less reliance on guitars 'n drums for desired results. Call me an f-duddy if you must, but I like the sting of both as they gnash w/electronics though I got nary a complaint to lodge (on here). If that LP by Ich Bin gassed up your goose, then the Ick 7" oughta give you the followup bumps. Great handmade packaging, limited to a #'rd ed. of 300, available via;

Slicing Grandpa-Chaos Midnight 10"
I'm prone to compare Slicing Grandpa to Smegma not just 'cause of their geographic proximity but also it seems that SG is about as easy to catch onto as Smegma was back in the halcyon days. Believe it or not but it took a while for Smegma to reap the garlands of acceptance outside the avant garde/noise scene before (even beyond) Dom released 'Smell The Remains' in the late 80's. But they was undeterred & released thickets of scrud on their Pigface imprint. Early Slicing Grandpa outings rekindled the sweet smell've likeminded decay & I'd have bet every ant in the farm that they got a few more yrs of sloggin it out before tenure, but after hearin this amazing 10", maybe tomorrow is today. On 'Chaos Midnight' there ain't a pig or leper to be found. Instead this bludgeon's 'n blares like Joe Potts & Vetza teamin up w/Nervous Gender to spill some blood on the floor. They ain't takin names but definitely is kickin asses so don't miss the boot on this one. Contact; or order from & see if you rate.

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