This collection of wonderfully sketchy numbers from masked degenerate Nobunny is sure to make your special area tingle. Justin Champlin, the man behind the mask, has given the acoustic treatment to a few songs from his debut bubblegum punk masterpiece Love Visions and added a bunch of new tracks to round it all out.
Available only on the miracle of cassette tape, Raw Romance is a dingy mix of pulp sound samples and sweet songs with slightly suggestive lyrics. Screw iPods, this is reason enough to head to the attic and dust off your Daddy’s Sony walkman. (Burger Records, 2009)
This is quite possibly my favourate lp of the year, thus far. There is just nothing weak about this record. It somehow is able to be experimental, garage, shoegazer and noise pop, all at the same time, while still managing to be ridiculously catchy.
Intelligence seems to have hit their stride in 2009, with two killer albums, Crepuscule with Pacman (Born Bad Records) and Fake Surfers. I can’t decide which one is better, but Surfers does seem little more accessible. From the delightfully silly Pony People to the feud song aimed Portland band Eat Skull, it’s just reeeeeeeeeeeally good! (In The Red, 2009)
I ordered this 7” so long ago I just plumb forgot about it. Then suddenly, out of the blue, at least a year after I ordered it and 7 years after the songs were first recorded, it appeared in the mail.
Yet another piece of Atlanta musical lore, the long since de-funked The Wet Dreams were made up of Deerhunter’s Bradford Cox Bradford Cox (drums/vocals), Golden Triangle’s Alix Brown (bass/vocals) and Tabitha’s Julie Elledge (guitar/vocals).
The ep hits you with four sweaty numbers, drenched in sloppy garage fuzz and doused with dirty electro-punk. You will never be totally clean again after hearing this, no matter how much you wash. (Die Slaughterhaus, 2009)