Showing posts with label label:woodsist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label label:woodsist. Show all posts

05 January, 2010

meth teeth - everything went wrong


"Meth Teeth reside in Portland OR. and in some ways embody the rainy day big country vibe of the city with its youth culture dreamers, old druggies, and rustic history. There is something that is really hard to pin down about Meth Teeth, the songs rely on simple ramshackle rhythms, upbeat shinny guitar interplay, and big fat chord churners, and alot of tambourine banging away on the snare drum. Ultra catchy summertime rockers keep you sad and lonely, and upbeat and hopeful all at once."---Shawn Reed/Night People


http://www.myspace.com/methteethmusic


02 January, 2010

Moon Duo



Moon Duo is Ripley Johnson from Wooden Shjips. He hails from San Francisco. He has a long black beard with spices of grey. He is rumored to be a master of cunninglingus. Legend Has It: As soon as it's time for foreplay, he sneaks off into the nearby washroom to "freshen up". A splash of water on the penis here, a swipe of the testicles with a wash rag there, and then the masterpiece is set into motion. He begins to braid his beard into the shape of a perfect rubber dong, 10 minutes later, he has a hair dong that could rival any dildo in the industry. The long and voluptuous process of cunninglingus awaits for the mistress. He dips deep down, his tongue has a lock on sensor for the clitoris. He hears the internal beeping go off, beep...beep...beep. You may think his beard has the texture of a Brillo pad, this is not the case. It's more like the thick tail of a beautiful mare. If you've never spent time on the farm, you do not truly know the beauty of this said tail. My cousin Miguel once cut off the tail of the family's mare, retreated to the back shed and wrapped it gently around his penis and began to fap till glory burst out of his teenage cock. But this is about Ripley, not little Miguel. The insertion of the hair dong is done like a veteran, smooth and effortless. He rocks his jaw back and forth to insert the braided beard in and out of the vagina, as his manly tongue filps and flaps like a fish John Lurie just caught off the coast of the Cayman Islands. Women, make like a U2 roadie and follow this man around, city to city. Get lost in his psychedelic trance of sound and then find yourself in awe of the bedroom tactics of a true man.

22 December, 2009

the fresh & onlys - grey-eyed girls


When Tim Cohen told Shayde Sartin he was writing a song called "Be My Hooker," the Fresh & Onlys bassist looked at the singer/guitarist and said... "'There's no way we're gonna have a song with that title, dude,'" explains Sartin. "But sure enough, he laid a riff down and I was like, 'Jesus christ, I can't believe you pulled something meaningful out of such a stupid line.'" Welcome to the push/pull dynamic that's fueled the Fresh & Onlys' steady stream of releases over the past year, including last spring's self-titled LP (Castle Face) and this fall's Grey-Eyed Girls (Woodsist). And to think it all started the old-fashioned way" with Sartin and Cohen simply hanging out after work, playing their favorite punk (Buzzcocks, The Mekons) and classic rock (Country Joe and the Fish, cued up alongside slabs of psych from the group's homebase, San Francisco) records alongside a growing collection of empty beer cans. "I can't really explain what happened or why," says Sartin. "I guess we listened to records until we were on the same page, and from that point on, we never stopped recording." As simple as all of that sounds, the duo first bought a tape machine five years ago. When that failed to produce any concrete cuts, Cohen focused on his previous avant-pop band, Black Fiction, and Sartin split his time between session and live work for such bands as the Skygreen Leopards, Papercuts and Citay. Not to mention his close friend Kelley Stoltz, who ended up releasing the first Fresh & Onlys 7" (the limited Imaginary Friends EP) in early 2008. With so much music hitting shops in such a short time (Sartin says the band already has boxes of backlogged tapes), you might think the Fresh & Onlys camp have a problem with quality control. Quite the contrary; Sartin and Cohen are very careful about what they release. And while the duo writes and records the band's songs, the arrangements are usually fleshed out with guitarist Wymond Miles, drummer Kyle Gibson, and backup singer Heidi Alexander. "If we take a song into the studio or a live setting and it doesn't have wings," says Sartin, "Then we just ditch it and keep the charming demo version." The final mix of Grey-Eyed Girls sounds like a natural bridge between the raucous garage rock of the group's debut and the full-on studio record they plan on wrapping for In the Red later this year. That goes for the galloping grooves of "Happy To Be Living," the shadowy post-punk of "Invisible Forces," and the firework finale freak-outs that drive "The Delusion of Man." Not to mention a stack of hook-slinging tracks that nix any 'shitgaze' assumptions you may have. "We're not trying to hide melodies or do the blown-out thing," says Sartin. "A lot of those bands are great, but I don't want to ever cater to what's popular. It's not that I'm being reactionary; we're just trying to make recordings that are as rich and ear-friendly as possible." It's working. - Woodsist


16 October, 2009

Woods


Woods is an acid/strange/psych folk rock band based out of Brooklyn, New York. Members include Jeremy Earl, Jarvis Taveniere, and G. Lucas Crane. The band is known for strange and upbeat folk rock hymns. Decaying before taking off and dancing before dying, the songs range from vocal-harmony jams to meandering and noisy tinges of noise.

12 July, 2009

real estate

Real Estate have roots in the Garden State and they’re led by singer/guitarist Martin Courtney and feature guitarist Matthew Mondanile (the latter known to some for his work in Ducktails ) as well as Alex Bleeker on Bass and Etienne Duguay on the drums.

atlantic city expressway

suburban beverage


09 July, 2009

ganglians


ganglians - s/t

ganglians - monster head room


Sacramento's Ganglians want an island somewhere where they can soak in the sun and prowl the canopy by night. It's not often that they do get out, but they can get down for that. Recording sometimes as one, sometimes as four it's a real game to figure out where the entity comes from and where it's going. First and foremost it's about uncertain pleasures. It's a bit like choose your own adventure. There's "codeine balladry"; a slightly upsetting tempo that is quickly flushed into an aural high, the next moment you're in the toy strewn abyss of the bedroom and then out to the tribal caves of the natives. The planets align and the sun beats down, palms tingling, and you are on the island they've built, the scenery constantly shifting for a better view, of you.

http://www.myspace.com/ganglian