My beloved Fucked Up are going to be releasing this new “I Hate Summer” split 7″ on Bruise Cruise Records, and it’ll be given away to those attending the Bruise Cruise Festival that’s going down in February aboard a large boat.
The song itself is pretty lightweight – short, fast, got some hooks in there, lo-fi production. Clearly they didn’t go in with the kind of budget or ambition they did for David Comes Alive, but I don’t think anyone could really blame them – that shit was pretty epic. Anyways, it’s enjoyable, so enjoy it. They also made a cute little Christmas video promo for the Bruise Cruise thing that they’re headlining (see above).
Oh, and what’s on the other side of the split? A song by Detroit garage-rockers The Dirtbombs. Who are pretty awesome and will also be playing Bruise Cruise. (via Exclaim)
I met the Grundy brothers when I lived in Halifax. They were both very, very nice boys and they played in a great band called Gamma Gamma Rays. Since then it looks like they’ve gotten considerably more interesting and garage-y in their tastes with Quaker Parents. I approve. (via Weird Canada)
Belfast band Morning Claws make expansive dream-pop-ish stuff. They got a new EP called Pet Storms, Ancient Clouds coming out. I heard it. Got a lot of big, shiny songs on it.
230 Publicity sent me the new album, Television Youth, out on Dirtnap Records from these Montreal punk-poppers, Sonic Avenues. The title track is pretty bumpin’, so I thought I’d share it with alllll the wooooorld! Hurrayyyyy!!!
[note: essay hell has robbed me of my sanity]
A couple weeks ago I was just so sick of my school reading that I needed to go buy some books I could just purely enjoy and like read through in like two days. They couldn’t even be like legit literature that I enjoy, like Saul Bellow or whatever, they had to be just purely enjoyable, not-much-mindpower-required type stuff. So I went to Sonic Boom (the new one in Kensington!) and bought two books: the 33 & 1/3 for Television‘s Marquee Moon, and Daniel Jones‘ posthumously published Toronto-based punk rock gritty, sentimentality-void fiction novel 1978. I had never heard of the latter book before, but its cover and everything looked really cool and I sometimes complain about how little Toronto cares for its own literary scene (I think our greatest export ever has been Scott Pilgrim; Margaret Atwood = not a chance) so I picked it up.
The book is the story of a kid you only know as Kid, and his “friends” with whom he has a totally non-functional band. They basically sit around, try (and pretty much fail) to practice, maybe go to work (or not), constantly drink beer, and go to punk rock shows around town at venues like The Horseshoe and some that no longer exist. The book’s inescapable flaw is that none of the characters are really likeable, and most are downright sickening and/or despicable, namely the practically turrets-ridden Soo and pimp/pusher/old hippie-looking dude Keath. It is impossible to identify with any of them if you’re in any way a functional person, and any sympathy you might have for them will be cut short by the fact they don’t ever really try to help themselves – they just scream, cry, fuck, and drink. For example, whenever Kid gets any cash, he doesn’t use it to buy groceries, but instead goes and gets beer.
But on the other hand, you have to respect the book for being so straight-faced and totally, totally uncompromising about the people, place and era it tries to recreate. It’s like watching a documentary about society’s rejects shot by a child who had no point to make; the point is to just to put a camera on these crazy people you would never want to be around. And the book does have it’s better moments – namely when things are happening, rather than when Soo is just calling everyone a fucking cunt. But the moments that are supposed to come off as its soft spots just seem hard to believe or make you wonder how these characters could possibly prove dumber than you thought they already were.
Anyways, if all else fails, it does namecheck a lot of good local punk bands from back in the day like Teenage Head, The Forgotten Rebels and The Diodes, who actually made some really solid music. After checking out a lot of it, I’m excited to go grab Liz Worth‘s oral history of Toronto punk rock, Treat Me Like Dirt even more than I did before.
You know you’re in for something cool when the band/act/artist/whatever is called GIANT CLAW! Come on, you just can’t go wrong with a name like that. And if you guessed that the music made by such an act was bumpin’ synthy prog-rock – the kind of stuff that might soundtrack an epic boss battle in a video game – you guessed correctly. BONUS! You win a chance to listen to an mp3 off the dude’s latest EP (see below). (Via Altered Zones)