recorded in 2005, with final tracks added and mixed in 2011, and now finally released in 2013 thanks to magnetic south!
good times...deck your tape.
from magnetic south:
artist: Puppy vs. Dyslexia
title: Against All Todds
format: C66 [TYPE I - pro-dubbed]
released: 05/23/13
Magnetic South is pleased to present the (mostly) first time packaging of inscrutable
Kentuckianian rare birds' 2005 studio work. Puppy inhabited it's own relentlessly
google-eyed un-naturalist universe haunted by nude, Lisa Frank-headed contortionists
where ritualistic sensibilities blurred the boundaries of sexual horror and adorable fluffs.
The sound of depraved children blasted by speedy acid, boredom, and Boredoms that escaped to
develop a unique lexicon of manic trance and transformational shamanic hootenanny.
Glossy full color double-sided insert & pro-dubbed clear cassette with white imprint inside clear hardshell case.
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Saturday, June 29, 2013
Saturday, December 25, 2010
a ground-ups x-mas...
Mary Christmas told me to tell you...
Ground-Ups began in like 1999, or something like that. Shane and I were really into Ruins around that time, but definitely not up to that kinda like trap-kit blitz or stamina. To make up for it, we like put that influence together with our own art drives, and decided to like both play the drums.
We like talked the whole thing up to Chris Clavin and soon he found a home in g-ups via one of his lost passions, the trumpet (and/or) cornet.
Shawn and I love the trumpet (and/or) cornet, and welcomed the new movement of the ground-up. I don’t know...I think Chris just really liked playing trumpet (and/or) cornet.
The initial material really related to life, if you were on a boat, or worked in a hotel, like Shane and I did at the time.
We had some other stuff, like a floor tom with some trash in it, and some spray paint, and Chris had a bunch of stuff like a dictionary, and we spray-painted that and the cape. We record our first show on a video camera, and that appears in these recordings. Sounds like bad, but good bad too.
The second round includes Shan Egg and I with Leah Yeppi highlighting the vocals, playing banjo, banging keys and effex, and engineering the shit in a strange way. Shane and I came up with “GT Frame You Fucking Suck” on the way to record, when we saw some guy walking down the street either riding or carrying a GT mountain bike frame. One of said, “GT frame you fucking suck.” He heard us. We made it into a tape called: “OH! It Bites Me!”
Part 3 is some live recording a few years later when it was just Eric Weddle and I for the large part, and Shim on and off. Er’s horn action (trumpet and sax) is blasted well thru a cut down ancient quad fender amp.
E.W. and I moved on to record studio type ground sounds with Nhoj Daswon at White Ark. Things, like purpose, never really materialized, so these recordings have since sat, been fondled, and end up here in whatever form available from thy hard drive. There is also a few live tracks recorded by someone in PG Six. I like the way those sound.
I wanted to put together a disc or something and title it “Knights of the Ground Table”. But didn’t. The actual recordings sound great rad, but I went in over the course of time and mixed them around and screwed up a lot of the goodness. And that’s fine.
Ground-ups TNG featured Justin Clifford Rhody on trumpet and Clare Hubbard on saxophone. These could of been, and possibly were the best of times...I think I was drinking too much though. Here’s a few tunes from that, and I know there is more out there, but...
These appear via friends and relatives records as a cassingle, split with Crotch Council.
Shane was back on these tunes, at least some of them, and sometimes I can’t tell if it’s both or not. Regardless, it’s def jcr and Clare.
We’re still doing it...whoever we are.
-jk
Sunday, September 26, 2010
in search of space...
right! so i just walked down the california pizza oven that is sunset blvd, to vacation vinyl to witness the over-overwhelming white hills, for a free in-store performance (backed up by colt 45's promise of quality). what luck! instead of tears of joy, i should've been shedding some bucks for a performance of this intensity.
i, a former space rock guitarist (see: the mosaic fog...i.e.: you guys remind me of hawkwind), should been better equipped. i mean, their "heads on fire" was rad as fuck, and i guess now i need the self-titled piece from thrill jockey, but live, like this...doors were blown back. pure awesome!
good time for sure, as white hills plowed out heavy, heavy course settings with unabashed, continuous riff obsession, relentless electric swirl, and enough overtly tactful drum fills to smear action moments into oblivion.
they call brooklyn home, and any lines that can be drawn on the level of location sharing contemporaries mark only the best...oneida?...
seeing a band like this, unbending under the influence of so many effects, at ground level is always a treat. heavy psych / space rock junkies gotta be up on this, but regardless, check yr calendars for local dates!
it's pretty incredible to see one band save hard rock single handedly. totally taser factory.
white hills online? check it!
good time for sure, as white hills plowed out heavy, heavy course settings with unabashed, continuous riff obsession, relentless electric swirl, and enough overtly tactful drum fills to smear action moments into oblivion.
they call brooklyn home, and any lines that can be drawn on the level of location sharing contemporaries mark only the best...oneida?...
it's pretty incredible to see one band save hard rock single handedly. totally taser factory.
white hills online? check it!
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