I Relented and Reordered All my Shit

Because you really can't have enough singing saw and banjo in your life...

The Devil Made Her Do It (1994)

Yeah, 1994. Dame Darcy was the It Girl for the year that had all the record store clerks in a tizzy.

Here are the other two examples of her oeuvre in the realm of seven inch vinyl for this banner year.

Mexican Crawling Poppy Seed (1994)

It made sense then and it makes maybe even less sense today.

Catch the zeitgeist of the early 90's and ride the wave of low fidelity into the heart of whatever trip this takes you on. Bring a friend though. I wouldn't recommend it on your own.

Another "Wait, I Didn't already post the previous singles" post

So here's another incidence where I thought I'd already posted some Coctails and the other two Dame Darcy singles I've got and was looking back so I could link to the previous posts and bring some closure to the world, only to discover I hadn't done anything of the sort.

Tardvark (1994)

It's Dame Darcy. It's the Coctails

The songs were recorded in a barn or something in a single day. Your enjoyment may vary depending on your tolerance level for singing saws and weirdness. I'm Ok with it personally.

( Now I have to figure out if I really need to cram those other singles into the queue...)

Because the other thing I had for this was this

the Cowboys (1981)

From Seattle WA.

So "Rude Boy" is that faux ska that one might expect. But the flip "She Makes Me Feel Small" is the power pop song you should pay closer attention to. It's not going to change your world, but it's better than getting a pencil lead jammed into your forehead. Trust me.

Definitely Not Art

So I remember seeing this a whole lot when I first moved out here.

Boy Elroy (1983)

Let's face it the cover is terrible. The band name is pretty terrible too.

Consider the back cover too. I mean, that attempted mustache alone....

That's not Art Direction so much as self sabotage.

However the actual record itself is great. No really. It is.

 A Twin Cities band that could have easily played with either of the two Minneapolis bands that aren't Prince you're thinking of when I said "Twin Cities"

Vintage squirrelly high school punk rock that doesn't really give a shit (see aforementioned mustache).  Absolutely a lost classic that somebody needs to revive.

I'm not even kidding.

See you on the Flipside

Flipside Vinyl Fanzine Volume 1 (1984)


A1 The Dickies - Gigantor (Live Cleveland Agoura) 2:23
A2 Government Issue - Religious Ripoff 1:07
A3 The Freeze - No One Is Ever Coming Home 1:22
A4 White Flag - Question Of Intelligence 2:35
A5 Kraut - Flossing With An E String 1:40
A6 F - Attack 2:50
A7 Plain Wrap - Meat Between The Treads 0:08
A8 Flag Of Democracy - Madhouse 1:45
A9 T.S.O.L. - Suppose They Gave A War... 3:38
A10 Adrenalin O.D. - Me Three Bunch
B1 Scream - Fight 1:33
B2 The Undead - In Eighty Four
B3 FU's - Warlords (Live On WERS FM Boston) 2:30
B4 Black Market Baby - Total Waste 2:48
B5 Psycho - Master Race 1:17
B6 Gay Cowboys In Bondage - Domestic Battlefield 2:44
B7 Borscht - Suburbia 1:34
B8 Anti-Scunti Faction - Big Women 2:35
B9 G.B.H. - Give Me Fire (Live At Perkins Palace, Pasadena) 3:15

Reruns

So now it's a number of months since the previous post.

There's been laughter and tears and I did the thing that is the driving force behind this exercise. I digitized a fuck load of records. I made them into 320k mp3s, tagged them appropriately , scanned sleeves and generally organized things in my own peculiar, but anal retentive way. It was fabulous.

All of which is meaningless to you, dear reader, because time doesn't exist for you in the same way on the intertubes. There are no gaps. There is only now and a continuous stream of the eternal Now-ness of this rambling piss stream of forgotten music.

Meanwhile, I'm beginning afresh with a newly minted stack of things penciled in to slide out uncontrollably like so many half squelched farts in a crowded elevator. They're currently set to silently but deadly the blogosphere until the end of next February.

Or at least will as soon as I type this shit out which will take for-fucking-ever if I keep babbling.

Let us begin in earnest:

Angel & the Reruns (1983)

Yeah, a couple of Nu-Wave musical tributes to those ancient TV shows that played in endless syndication during one's formative years as a young child. (Well, for me perhaps. I'm old as fuck.)
Bring on the camp of Angel and the Reruns

One side about Leave It To Beaver about as white bread a sitcom as the 50's ever churned out and the other side a sad tribute to the late Anissa Jones former clean cut child star of the innocuous Family Affair sitcom. It was a sad tale.

But if you're Angel and the Reruns, you can certainly count yourself as a music biz success if you managed to get one of your songs onto the soundtrack of a Tom Hanks movie.

Even if it's the one where his costars are Tawny Kitaen, best known for writhing on a car hood in that Whitesnake video and Adrian Zmed, best known for his starring roles in TJ Hooker with William Shatner and his unforgettable turn in the internationally acclaimed "Grease 2".

It was still a fucking Tom Hanks movie, dammit.

Whatever Happened to the West (1980)

Another Pretty Face. Another fucking single. Here's the second one to go with the one I posted like two years ago. You're welcome.