After releasing two EP’s, Austin, Texas’ The Ghost Wolves have released their mammoth debut album, Man, Woman, Beast (Plowboy). The duo consists of nothing but guitar and drums, with vocalist/guitarist Carley Wolf getting deep in a rural blues way, partly sexy, partly alluring, but wholly threatening due to the lyrics and how she does it. Drummer Jonathan Wolf occasionally joins her on vocals but for the most part it’s Carley’s world. When you hear her sing “I don’t want to disappear/but I’m looking for my beans and bread here/I don’t wanna disappear//send me some dollars to my grave/I make my millions from my grave/pepperoni pizza to my grave” (in “Grave Dollars”), you realize The Ghost Wolves mean business and do it like the bishops of blues and rock but pull it off with a spirit that shows a pinch of humor, sarcasm, and a very direct-and-to-the-point approach that is sure to cause a ruckus in a live setting. Carley’s voice may remind a few of a cross between E.G. Daly and Altered Images’ Clare Grogan, but there’s more to that, which I think fans will discover and explore on this and future works. By keeping things to her and Jonathan’s drums, the duo lineup is great and I feel this will bring them to a wider audience as time goes on.
Martyr Privates are an Australian trio you may be familiar with in some context and if you are, you’ll be happy to know that their self-titled debut album was recorded, mixed, and mastered, and is ready for release in two months. Bedroom Suck (Fire) is what they’re calling it, and will be out on September 23rd, which will offer their slightly gritty, grimmy, and slushy garage rock with a pop edge to the compositions. As an example, listen to “Something To Sell”, which they will have for you in two month’s time. Cameron Hawes, Ashleigh Shipton, and Sam Dixon are sure to take you to new places with Bedroom Suck, so be prepared.
The song is called “Generic” but the music and the band are not. Further have released it as their latest single, a song that also finds a place on a new compilation called Where Were You Then?, gathering the “best” singles from the band. To make it more interesting, the entire album was mastered from the original records, so all surface noise and tentative crackle remain intact. This will be released by Bad Paintings on September 2nd. Vinyl pressing can be pre-ordered here while the CD pressing can be pre-ordered there. MP3′s can be pre-ordered below, courtesy of Amazon.
New York crust rock still very much exists, even though people will tell you that the city is too glamorous and gentrified beyond being saved. Fortunately, NYC’s gritty roots still shines in the muck and one band proving this are Beechwood, who will be releasing an appropriately-titled album on Lollipop Records called Trash Glamour. From it is a song that shows a love of the style of rock from the mid to late 70′s that still is as raw as it was over 35 years ago, and as you’ll hear, it’s not going away anytime soon. Listen to “City Boy Blue” and smother yourself in a stick of lips.
Beechwood’s next scheduled show will be in Brooklyn at Matchless on July 21st, with Scully and Bass Drum Of Death.
Lewis Knudsen is an artist who gets involved in a number of different genres, even if you’re unsure of what you’re exactly listening to. The mixture is quite nice and he displays it all on his debut studio album called Joy, Pain, Love, Songs. There’s a slightly nostalgic/classic feel to his material but listen to it deeper and it’s the kind of music that is quite timeless. He calls Rock Island, Illinois home but he is sure to do his share of traveling in the years to come. Listen to the lyrics, listen to the music, listen to the songs. Then listen to Lewos Knudsen. You’ll be very glad that you did.
The epitome of cool can be desribed in a number of ways but for the band known as White Reaper, this is what they are describing as “Cool”, and it’s a whale of a song complete with a garage rock feel and masks. It may sound confusing but sometimes music videos can be that way, and White Reaper make it that way because it’s fun. You’ll find more fun on their self-titled debut EP, released last week on Polyvinyl Records.
This song sounds like something straight out of the early 60′s, or something you might have played alongside The Mummies, The Phantom Surfers, or Thee Headcoats. They are Guantanamo Baywatch, who play a style of surf/garage rock that rips hard, and the song is from the split 7″ they did with Natural Child, to be released very soon on Suicide Squeeze Records.
Reading the words “slightly goofy stoner punk” and I’m thinking “yes, I have to hear this”. This is a video by The Ghost Wolves, whose “Attack Attack Attack” is the reason why they may be slightly something, but they’re slightly something damn good. Carley and Jonathan Wolf have an album ready for release on July 14th, they’re calling it Man, Woman, Beast (Plowboy) and the world may not be able to wait that long.
In truth, you don’t have to wait too long, as the entire album is streaming at YouTube. Enjoy it, then buy.
The Rich Hands are a garage rock band from San Antonio who play with the kind of fervor that is similar to groups from the late 70′s/early 80′s who wanted to be balls out but not disgustingly so. Musically though, they are raunch and rock at their best, and Out Of My Head (Fountain/Burger) sounds like a band who love the music and the hooks, and then there’s the stories that are rich with power and you want to listen to it because you can relate to them. Where these guys plan on going is uncertain at this time, but they seem to want to do things without figuring out a complete destination, just a rough guide on where but not exactly when. Calling the album Out Of My Head may be where they want to go with their formula so they can figure how to get out (of not rid) of it.
Released last fall, the Sonic Bloom album on The Reverberation Appreciation Society by Seattle’s Night Beats is making rock fans love the fact that this style of music is not only back, but has never left the vicinity. It sounds like something you may expect to hear from The Troggs, The Yardbirds, or The Kinks but is sweats in a wicked manner by the Night Beats, and they sweat quite nicely.