Suddenly Posts

 

I need to throw some stuff in the queue quick before I lose my currently unbroken record of posting as regular and predictable as my bowels.

Suddenly Tammy! (1993)

Suddenly Tammy!

A couple of years before anybody had ever heard of Ben Folds the band known as Suddenly Tammy! appeared as a guitarless piano trio singing their little pop hearts out.

One of the first few bands to appear on the SpinArt label which makes some sense because both were based in Lancaster, PA at the time.

I'm trying to assemble a SpinArt discography.

Let that be a recommendation.

Also Three Year Old Stuff

 Yeah.

 Some compiled seven inch shit that's been sitting around for the past three years like the previous post.

 This time from the good old US of A

 

Sidewalk Chalk Adventures (1999)

Yeah, the lo-fi pop lives here

Another fine release on the Kittridge label.
I like everything here.

 

Double Agent 001 (1995)

the Papas Fritas track is aces.
 

The Cat is Annoying Me

 

She wants her dinner and thinks monkey shines and jumping in and out of my lap randomly and generally causing problems and being an adorable nuisance is going to get her dinner early.

It is not.

I will finish what I'm doing first.

I'm an asshole like that.

I have a pair of late 80s indiepop flexi discs which I want to post specifically for today because they were both ripped and tagged and dropped into the SSC folder exactly three years ago.
They finally made it.

Don't Let Me Slip Away (1988)

I really kind of hate flexis. They always sound like shit.

But they were a cheap way for lots of late 80s bands and labels in the UK to get started.

So here I am. Buying a format I actively dislike because the music on it is rare as hen's teeth and otherwise unavailable.

Like this one by Mousefolk.

or this one

Under the Weather (1989)

Love Parade.

Love Parade transformed into a band called Pure (that single is somewhere in the pile) and eventually ended up as Eva Luna.

Let the low fidelity and jangle flow through you while I feed the freaking cat.
 

Connections

 

I think the oven is preheated.
I should go throw the bread dough in the oven to bake.
I really should.

But I also don't want to take off the headphones so I can hear a timer go off.

It's a trade off I don't feel like making right now.

I need the serotonin from the music more than the bread.

I might need a whisky as well.

 

Music (1998)

Chong Marker.

It's two folks from SSC favorites Hula Hoop and one from a band called Furbelly doing the lo-fi pop cassette tape through the mail collaboration thing.

This one took a few listens to really hit me, but it's grown on me considerably and I expect will become something that I will come back to more often as time goes on.

It's part of the reason I don't want to take these headphones off.

Cheap Sampler is Worth Every Penny

 

Ok, it's a compilation day

 

 15 Beauty Tips for Modern Music Lovers (2012)

Ok, this one is almost a decade old.

I got this one at Jigsaw Records when they were still in Seattle on recommendation of the owner while I was spending too much money and already had a number of Television Personalities tribute compilations in my pile.

He was correct to do so.

You can have your own personal copy for a mere three buck from Jigsaw yourself and you can probably find a bunch of other great stuff while you're at it.
Go. Support them. It's a worthy thing to do.

1. Skytone – Rolling Stone
2. Dot Dash – I'm Going Home
3. Anorak Girl – Smashing Time
4. Roy Moller – Downstate Update
5. Higher Elevations – Life Doesn't Wait
6. Social Icons – Pop Is Falling Apart
7. A Smile And A Ribbon – Magnificent Dreams
8. Armstrong – Picture Of The Bay
9. Pacific Radio – This Time There's No Happy Ending
10. Skytone – It Doesn't Really Matter
11. No Men – Part Time Punks
12. Nikki Sudden – If I Could Write Poetry I Would
13. Nick Danger And The DCR – Submarine
14. ThouShaltNot – Longest Days
15. I Satellite – Your Silent Face
    
    
    

Split Lp Flattened.

 

This post is brought to you by the wonders of gravity.

From Akron (1977)

So a while back on a trip to Chicago while at a now defunct record store I scored among other things a handful of NOS records on the Clone Records label out of Ohio since I liked a few things on the label like Tin Huey and I'm an obsessive collector of things which means that I am required to track down every other release on the label to have it catalogued and properly filed away in my archives.
It's what I do for fun. I probably should have been a librarian.

Anyway. I got a sealed copy of this one. However, as sometimes occurs with ancient sealed records the outer plastic will sometimes shrink. So upon first opening it and tossing it excitedly on the turntable I was met with an unfortunate dish warp which rendered it slightly unplayable.

Having previously done some failed unwarping experiments on other records. I sighed deeply and set it aside. Later on and with nothing else to lose I pulled it back out and stuck it between two large ceramic floor tiles and set it under the stacks of seven inch boxes and promptly forgot that it was there.
It was some long time later. Like close to two years, I think. I found it again and put it on the turntable again and Voila! the magic of gravity and pressure had done a sufficient job to render the Lp playable enough to make this rip.

It's a split lp with the Bizarros and Rubber City Rebels each taking a side to ply their underground rocking wares.

I don't know about you, but I could use a brain job right about now.

I think we as a country if not a planet could do as well.

Disaster Averted

 For some reason I had the thought that I'd loaded up the queue for here at the same time I'd done the SSC Mn one.
I hadn't and we were very close to not having a timely post of nonsense and musical shenanigans for this day.

Phew!

Anyway. I'm making Portuguese Bean Soup tonight.

It's Portuguese Bean Soup weather.

Even more so as a one pot, boil and serve meal.
I'm not feeling very ambitious.

However for some folks I will proceed with some bad news.

My free file space ran out and since I'm generally a cheap fucking bastard who does this out of a general desire to share some really cool stuff that's Out of Print with people and not as a means of wringing a meager profit for my troubles, I've started deleting old files from Mediafire to make space for new stuff.

So far, I've freed up another gig or so by taking out the files originally posted in 2014.
That will hopefully tide us over for a bit before the next purge needs to occur.
I have no plans to reup any of it. Seven years is an eon on internet terms.
Sorry latecomers. 

the Mgmt

Can't Stand Still (1977)

Headache were from London.

This is their only blurt out into the world at large which is huge fucking shame.

"Can't Stand Still" is an earworm of the most insidious kind. It will drill itself deep in your skull and will require some strenuous pogoing to dislodge it like some kind of leather and spike clad tarantella. I was forced to buy this single as a form of exorcism.

Use only with proper supervision and sedation available as a precaution.

Hungry, So Angry (1981)

Medium Medium

Long before the word "hangry" had entered the popular lexicon (It wasn't entered into Merriam- Webster's until 2018) there was this single.

It usually is an apt description of my state of being whenever I start typing up these posts since it seems like way too many of them revolve around what I'm eating or going to eat or want to be eating with much more in depth descriptions of that than the music.

This some bass popping funky New Wave action for anyone not familiar.
So I got that out of the way at least.

Keep on dancing.

The Question Remains

 So here we are.

It's officially 2022.

Fingers crossed it doesn't suck any worse than last year.

Amateur (2005)

So the question at the start of any year in my head is:

 "What's a good and auspicious thing to post for the first post of the year that's going to be cool and bode well for all the crap that's going to come after?"

I've decided to go with this.

Hisoft, from Philadelphia.

There's no telling if they survived long enough to fade away in the pandemic, but the only thing on their Bandcamp above is from 2017.

However in 2005 they were just under the radar enough to warrant a short article in Spin magazine. Online at least. Who knows if anybody ever read about them in the print magazine.

As it stands though this is the very kind of dreamy indiepop that's been floating my particular barge down the muddy Nile of my mind and flooding the banks with serotonin.

Thus it is with that in mind that I offer it to you on this the first day of the year to soothe your hangover.

It might go well with a Bloody Mary and a New Year's Brunch.

I'm Still Trying to Save your New Year's Party

 

Ok, I don't have any Fleshtones albums for you this year. 

But I have something that might work and will ring in and or out the year quite nicely.

Show World (1996)

Redd Kross.

I've seen the brothers McDonald and all who sail with them a number of times over the years. The last time in, I want to say, 2017. I brought the wife and even knowing fuck all about them she had a good time.
They grew up in Hawthorne, California which also birthed brothers Wilson who became the Beach Boys. There must be something in the water.

Those late 80s shows were something. More hair waving than a metal show. And so much fun.
And those Cds from their brief stint with major label are really hard to find these days after languishing in cutout bins for so many years. Whenever I can find one at a reasonable price I pick it up and curse myself for not doing it sooner.

Criminally underrated stuff.

See you on the other side.