The title track of Tennessee’s Jeff The Brotherhood’s fourth album seesaws on a pulverising riff indebted to Hawkwind’s Master Of The Universe. The hoary acid pirates have become a legitimate source of plunder for a distorted three-string guitar and drums garage-psyche duo. Elsewhere Sonic Youth’s surging rock fixtures are appropriated, their experimental fittings ignored, and…
Mick Collins, The Dirtbombs’ front-man, is one of American garage punk’s lone black voices. In 2001, the Detroit band’s Ultraglide In Black album hot-wired Seventies soul standards with scratchy guitars. Ten years later, Party Store offers chunky analogue facsimiles of famous Detroit techno tunes of the Eighties, attempting another cross-cultural hybridisation. It’s a fantastic conceit,…
The New Zealand lo-fi legends The Puddle’s engagingly sloppy indie-pop was epically unadorned. But what the band’s own press release tellingly describes as ‘florid saxophone embellishments’ on some songs here, suggest that for a quarter century these apparently inspired folk-art amateurs might actually have been frustrated exponents of emotionally explicit mainstream rock. There’s a sub-Velvets…
Sic Alps, who once name-checked the Welsh mystic Arthur Machen in a song, suggest the infantile daubs of Syd Barrett spliced with 1980’s New York noise. Most of the twenty-two songs on their fourth album are less than two minutes long. The confident young trio lay down a loose riff or a fragile acoustic guitar…
Don’t consign ‘folktronica’ to the dustbin or dead genres yet. My Autumn Empire, the solo project of Benjamin Thomas of the Staffordshire outfit Epic45, is more song-writerly than its atmospherically Arcadian parent group, but on Block Colours And Straight Lines, for example, the tuneful vocals and deferential melodies are set back in a dense thicket…
The Jayhawks’ Hollywood Town Hall, one of Alternative Country’s two or three key recordings, is also reissued this week, but 1995’s follow up, Tomorrow The Green Grass, is augmented by a disc of ‘The Mystery Demos’, fascinating lost 1992 recordings. The album proper builds on Hollywood Town Hall’s template, windblown Stonesey country rock with an…