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Rack Monkey
swinging from the 7" shelves |
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04/09/02
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I think I was playing The Council Flats of Kingsbury’s Dirty Floor, the A-Side of a split single from Uncharted Audio, at the wrong speed first off. The only word I could find for it was ‘epileptic,’ which isn’t the sort of thing readers take kindly to. Slowing it down to 33? revealed an irresponsibly distorted bassline – like a furious, pigeon-sized bee in your speakers – underpinning a finely-tuned mess of beats, feedback and distant voices. Fetishists might also like to note that it’s on thick, creamy white plastic. On the B-Side LJ Kruzer makes a quiter impression with some inoffensive, downtempo electronica in a King of Woolworths, City Centre Offices sort of a way. And pens a tune about a creature called Soccer Dog, to whom I would like to offer my services as an agent. TV, or to be specific ITV, beckons. www.unchartedaudio.com
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You know when you get so angry you can’t talk properly? That’s how pissed off Trash Money are with Satan. There can be no other justification for the crap line ‘What have you ever done for me / Fuck all, fuck all, fuck all you see’, which is uttered not once but twice during You Lied Satan. The pernickety will point out that lying, cheating and thieving is no more than you should expect from Old Nick, and that lyrics of that quality will hardly have him weeping on Azrael’s shoulders, but since Trash Money have essentially penned a nice loping, squelching, slow-punk number with a disarmingly catchy chorus (and, even better, pressed it on red marble vinyl) the Monkey chooses to forgive the glaring oversights in their project.
Big 200’s project is altogether better executed, assuming of course that their project is to sound quite a lot like A Certain Ratio. UK Decay is built on a simple, funky bassline cut with angular, reverb-drenched guitars, and canters along nicely thanks to a neck-jerking snare and a…what the fuck is that? Is that a typewriter? Suits me. Thanks to a snare and a typewriter. The vocals are more Shaun Ryder trapped in a cement mixer than Simon Topping, but it doesn’t make much difference. It still sounds quite a lot like A Certain Ratio. Which I suppose makes a refreshing change from people who sound like MC5. Well done indeed!
Finally, are you about to mount a Lakeland ridge and catch the sun bursting over the Eastern side of the valley, giving a new depth of colour and detail to the natural world while gently freeing your bones from the pre-6am chills? Yes? Then now is a good time to stick on The Grace Period’s Mod Killer. The fact that it’s composed around samples from a documentary on Mods (cue 16-year-olds squeaking about smashing shit up in exaggerated Laaaahndan accents) bears no obvious relation to the tune itself, which is a gorgeous, warm rush of drum fills and strings with nary a razor-sharp fringe or Carnaby St. suit in sight. The flipside’s equally lovely, which almost makes up for someone calling it Sunny and Share. Muppet. www.staticcaravan.com
www.the-echo.com/
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