Tossing Out Some Random Splits.

 Blah Blah Blah

I'm really starting to wonder if my heart's even in this as much anymore.

I also hope you're all caught up on stuff on here because I deleted another gig going back to 2015 to make space for new things....

Winter's Mist 2 (1995)

A lovely seven inch collection of the indiepop via the Silver Girl label in the middle of the 90s.

It's the very thing you didn't really know you needed today.

You're welcome.

 Third Story comp (2005)

A mere decade later Third Story put out this little seven inch with Emilyn Brodsky, the Vibration, and a personal favorite of mine, Mirah.

You needed this too.

I Don't Usually Do This

 Let's see how this goes...

(We Get There When We Do) (1995)

Now under normal circumstances I avoid posting major label things because 1) it's usually common trash and 2) I generally want to avoid drama from lawyers.

I'm going to make a bit of an exception here because it's good and long long OOP.

They got unceremoniously dumped by the label in a big, but probably short sighted in the long run deal at the end of 1996 where Warner Brothers cleaned house of a lot of indie type bands that weren't making million sellers like Celine Dion and the Spice Girls were.

So here it is.

They'd even recorded the follow up which was shelved.

And such is it in the cut throat cesspool that is the fucking music industry.

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.
 

Hey You!

 

What are you doing trolling the internet?

Man up and get back in there and deal with your family, for fuck's sake.

 

 Merry Christmas Baby (1995)

Southern Culture on the Skids are always a great show if you ever get the chance.

Nearly Lost in the Shuffle

I'm hungry and I've reached my goal of the twentieth seven inch on the turntable being digitized.

That seems like a convenient stopping point for this tonight.

I have some tikka masala I made earlier that's calling my name.

Plus I'm ever so very close to finishing Borderlands 3.

Priorities as ever.

Roller Skates (1995)

Not to brag or anything but I accomplished some real actual adult things this week. As a personal reward for achieving the bare minimum of functioning adulthood I naturally ordered a few records off Discogs from The Bert Dax Cavalcade of Stars label because I deserve more Bunnygrunt.

With that in mind, the obvious thing is to spread the Bunnygrunt around for everyone starting with this one on their very own Silly Moo label featuring them and other St. Louis & Columbia, MO bands.

Pop Goes the World (1997)

This other one is on the Love Me Not label is just kind of mysterious and is probably better for it. It's got a Bunnygrunt song on it, so that's all I really care about.

It was nearly lost too because for whatever reason it didn't quite make it into the proper SSC folder and I had to hunt it down in the regular collection as a companion piece to this post.

You're welcome.

Ahead of the Game

 

I don't know.
I went a bit overboard with a somewhat expected windfall and spent a shit ton ordering things online in the past month. It's kind of ridiculous really.
I have more music than I think I'll ever really have the time to listen to and the pile just keeps growing and growing.

Then I rip it and eventually trickle out some of it here and there and you face a similar situation except without the scarcity of shelf space and filing issues that I have.

I mean, I have like nine plus days worth of Duke Ellington music. That's just fucking crazy to me. But here we are....

I need a drink.

Girlish (1995)

Discogs tells me that Racecar at one point went by the name Paint for a track on a compilation called "10 Cent Fix". Duly Noted. It's probably for the best that they changed the name. there's also a track by Racecar on the "Pop American Style" compilation that I'm pretty sure I already posted. (But I'm too lazy to check on that right now) 

All relevant links to the band have long since gone dark, so this is about all we have to know. It's enough. The music has to stand on its own some day.

It's middle 90s indie/power pop with female vocals that was the perfect thing to pop onto a compilation cassette as part of ye olde pre-Tinder dating rituals when the youth roamed the pre-internet wastelands looking for love and affection.

Unfortunately for today's on the go youth they won't be able to share any of this album on a Spotify playlist for a potential mate. It's going to be here or nowhere.

Good luck.

If this helps even person get laid it will have been worth it.

At Odds with the Room

 So I've had a coffee. I'm full of meatloaf.
And most importantly I've decided that tomorrow is going to be the day when I get off my ass and start the long and tedious process of scanning, converting and tagging the 12G of .wavs I've got sitting around in the Vinyl folder.
It's going to be a solid eight or nine hour grind.
Not my favorite activity, but a necessary one.

But in the meantime, I'm throwing a few more into the fire as it were with some more 40s Big Band stuff picked up recently for dirt fucking cheap. The price was good, but the dude who owned them must have been a heavy smoker with greasy fingers judging by the shape of the vinyl. But I can't really complain too much, I suppose, for a couple of bucks or less apiece. Not a great market for 40s radio transcriptions these days, so this is the only way I'll get to experience some of this.

It's just a bit at odds with these few posts, it being decidedly happy upbeat numbers.

Life's like that sometimes.

Submerged and Colourful (1994)

So Roy Montgomery. Veteran of quite a few of the more talked about than heard of New Zealand bands. Dadamah got a good airing out here a while back. The Pin Group records are wonderful if you can find the reissues or have deeper pockets than I do to hunt down original issues.

When not crafting atmospheric ambient soundscapes on a 4-track cassette recorder the ever busy Roy would also craft moody dark songs sung with a sonorous baritone.

Something Else Again (1995)

And he was certainly a busy and sought after artist in the early/middle 90s churning out two full lengths and a handful of singles in a very short time on a variety of labels in a very short amount of time.

Zabriskie Point (parts 1 & 2) (1996)

Here's a few of them now.
Let them sink in and wash slowly over your mind like absinthe over a sugarcube.

Now if you'll excuse me, the processing software has cleaned up the first side of Brick Fleagle and Rex Stewart "Previously Unissued" and I have to chop it up into individual songs before flipping it. Good stuff.

Just in Time

 Phew!

I've been a bit lazy this week and we were very nearly facing an expected day without a post here on the Swinging Singles Club. So just in the nick of time I'm going to vomit out a few to get us through until another time I have time off be it a week from now or a month or something.

It's also rapidly approaching the cut off point before I start deleting things to free up space. There's like a Gig left to go. I'll probably do a couple of months at a time and free up 3 or 4Gs of space then rinse and repeat as necessary.

Scenes from the South Island (1995)

It seems kind of fitting as the Northern Hemisphere slowly sinks into the darkness with the shortening of days to throw some Roy Montgomery into the mix here.

This is a moody atmospheric instrumental album done on a home 4-track if memory serves. (The Porta-One was a fucking game changer, kids.)

Great music for brooding in a darkening room watching a gray day slowly sink into darkness without being all Goth about it. It's a lot more actual existential dread than "existential dread" but with black nail polish.

But Christchurch really does seem to pump out the melancholy.

Matters of Convenience

 

Blah blah.

Some days everything is much more inconvenient and annoying than you might normally want it to  be. Which, speaking for myself, is a solid zero.

But alas, we live in a world of imperfection and bad grammar and poor typing skills.

90-95 (1995)

I'm a lazy fuck and didn't scan this myself and the only jpg I could find are all this tiny and shit.

Maybe I'll fix this some day.
But probably not.

This is however a nice compilation of the majority of the Laurels singles and miscellaneous output during their short and noisy rock existence. I have all off these, but not the full lengths for some reason.  I'll rectify that at some point, I'm sure but for now this is what I have to offer in one neat digital package which I can present as a single post rather than split across several.

It's so much more convenient this way.
I have shit to do.

Noise Noise Noise

 I'm killing some time while rice cooks.

I  may take a shower as well.

I have nothing otherwise.

Radiation (1995)

Michael Morley & Bruce Russell from the Dead C doing their thing.

Your mom wouldn't like it very much unless she's also some kind of pretentious record collector type who listens to noise because it's so much more visceral than than all that bland popular crap you people listen to.

Your mom is a bitch.

Stadium of Light (1998)

More NZ noise stuff

Discogs sez : "Extremely limited unauthorized remix [out of sync, panned stereo] of track 1 from K-Group - K-Group. One side only"

K-Group is the avant garde handle of one Paul Toohey.
The RSW Lundon in question is the owner of the Imperial label.

It's good background sounds for washing dishes.
Use this opportunity to clear out your sink.

Loosening Up, Keeping Mum

 

I was posting on Swinging Singles Club MN when I thought that I should probably toss a couple of things in this pile for the heck of it. I really haven't had much to do with posting here for a while since I set the queue up months and months in advance. But maybe it's the whisky talking because here I am typing away.

Sort of.

1995 - 1st String Teenage High

It's the first single by Tullycraft

It's Twee as fuck.

Deal with it.

 

1995 - Bailey Park

Another early single by Tullycraft from the first year of their existence.

Still Twee as fuck.
 

I Hope I Remember How

 

There's a new interface with Blogger that I wasn't fully prepared for.

It's actually been any number of months since the last time I set up some posts.
It's September of 2020 for me now.
What a fucking shitshow.

Anyway. It's been so long that I had to spend an hour going through the singles boxes to figure out where I left off and what needs to be filed and what needs to be done.

I think I've got it under control now.
Not that it really matters since I'm actually going through a pile of a couple dozen recent acquisitions rather than the regular boxes.

 

 

 

 

Red Dye No. 5 (1995)

Red Dye No. 5 were from San Diego.
They do an admirable cover of "Heart of Glass" on the flip here.

Everyone Liked that.

 

Push Kings (1994)

The Push Kings were from Cambridge, Massachusetts because apparently saying you were from Boston proper is not snooty enough or something.

They made a number of records in their short existence.

This is the first of them.

I like it a lot more than the new Blogger posting configuration, I can tell you that much.
Push Kings seem a lot more intuitive and user friendly.

The Power of Pussy

It's the same night as the previous four posts.

Don't get too excited.

I'm bored and queuing up a bunch.

Jet Propulsion (1994)

Incredible Force of Junior from Seattle, WA.

Amore (1995)

Pussycat Trash from Newcastle, England

Still Alive Somewhere in your Past

I'm typing this from the great quarantine days of April 2020.
Still alive and kicking as of then.
So you get a few more posts since I don't have a whole lot going on around here otherwise.

Monterey (1999)

The Write to address is Brooklyn, so I'm going with that.

This is the sole proof of the existence of the band that called itself Monterey.

Nice strummy indiepop from the waning days of the 20th Century.

A fine example of the time and genre and vinyl when almost nobody bought it.

I Know a Girl (1995)

Meanwhile and in the same general time period and area, All About Chad concluded their four year run of pop songs about girls with this single ahead of their sole full length "Down in Front"
That's about all I know or feel like I need to know at this juncture.

New Hampshire Reporting In

Check another box in your fifty states card.
New Hampshire

Wishing Well (1993)

The various bios I skimmed say that they eventually moved to NYC, but for our purposes, we'll just label this harder rockin' female fronted quartet as a New Hampshire band.

What makes this single entirely worth the hard earned dollar I spent on it is the b side "Narrow Canal" which is a sad tale of big dick problems from the woman's point of view.

Not necessarily having experienced this as an issue from either side, I must live vicariously through song.

Bats (1995)

Mid-90s. Seven inch single. Dame Darcy illustration. Seems about right. It's a perfect snapshot of the time and what it sounded and looked like in certain corners of the musicsphere. 

This is the second single that preceded two full lengths I haven't pulled the trigger on. They're on the list, but merely await copies that can be bundled with other purchases to maximize shipping. Let that be your guide.

Moping

Well, I don't know what to believe.

Turkey (1995)

The fan mail address on the back gives a New Jersey address for this indie rock/pop trio, but the scant info found online places them as a Phillie area band.

Who knows.
Who cares.

They have a singing goddam girl drummer.

Fucking perfect.

Sibling (1995)

An Ep, an album and a collection of rarities and unreleased stuff I haven't found yet and they were done in the space of a couple of years.

Too bad.
This is good stuff.

*

No Talking.

Just posting.

Google is your friend.

The Greatest Time ep (1995)

the Mad Scene

Relentless (1990)

Men & Volts