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Here's a really janky one for this blog, neither touching the spectrum of genres I normally post up on here but hey I have a taste that goes much beyond the borders of what's baked into the DNA of Severed Heads Open Minds since I created this blog 10 years ago…
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A good buddy of mine turned me onto this one knowing that it would be something I'd be into and he was perfectly right and I revere him for it. The EP's title is a direct nod to the type of genre Spike Fuck of Australia is championing, which she has described as an impersonation of a washed-up middle aged rock star attempting a comeback in the 1960's or 1970's. Seems accurate, straddling the line between personification and uniqueness, of the halcyon days smothered in fog machines, fluorescent lights and clubs that smelled of sweat, semen and cigarettes and half-shut eyelids. This music is absolutely infectious, coming across at times like Jonathan Richman of Modern Lovers, or floating around Lou Reed's deadpan delivery and structures that nod to the Velvet Underground & Nico, or a more minimal Joy Division playing through Duran Duran songs with Rowland S. Howard's dismal driving guitars.
This might be something for you to get into, or it might not. Doesn't matter, your loss, pal.
The Smackwave (bandcamp)
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