Maybe I’m giving Naysa a complex because they are no stranger to Weird Tuesday. Hey, we all know the best music appears on Weird Tuesday. Anyway, we’ll close off this edition with the goofy “Losing Weight”.
At RtT we are already fans of Vancouver’s Skinny Kids, so we’re pretty happy to see a new release, this one on 7″ vinyl. ‘Strangers’ is no disappointment, with four more cuts of garage psych fun.
The Good: “Around Your Mind”. The boys just go to town here, toying with the sounds of ’60’s psychedelic surf rock to their hearts’ content.
The Bad: There’s no forward momentum here, but is that what we were expecting?
The Skinny: I would buy this for the art work alone. Seriously though, there is only so much you can do with garage rock and you can’t continue to sound like you recorded your album in your brother-in-law’s basement forever (can you??), so how long can this all last? Yeah, I know, I’m repeating myself — I just asked the same question a few weeks ago. We’ll take it while it lasts.
The self-titled EP by Vancouver’s Skinny Kids is garage rock perfection. Into the mix they throw glitter rock (“All Gold” and “Cool Fetish Girls”), surf guitar (“Love Cult”), psychedelia (“Sandal and Peppermint”) and even a touch of goth (“Greek Women”).
The Good: “Sandal and Peppermint”. Garage rock with a punk snarl. Think The Kingsmen with dog collars.
The Bad: Part of their charm is their DIY, lo-fi approach, so can it last?
The Skinny: Give these guys a full album and they’ll give the likes of Shimmering Stars and Monomyth a run for their money.
Black Valley Gospel is a band whose bark is worse than its bite. They have described their own music variously as “post-apocalyptic death rock”, “post-atomic spaghetti western music” and a cross between old blues and 80’s trash. As intriguing as all of that sounds, none of it’s really true. To give you a better idea, their latest album ‘Mean Old World’ features folk-rock (“The Haunted Sea”), gypsy rock (“The Lobotomist”), psychobilly (“Ain’t I Evil?”) and some Iron Butterfly-style psychedelia (“The Septic Winds of Commerce”). A predilection for heavy fuzzed-out guitar distortion and the occasional screamed lyric is about as metal as things get. So not as scary as they make it sound. That’s not to say that there isn’t a sinister edge or that there isn’t the odd disturbing passage (“wasps built a nest inside your heart”), but overall it’s just good clean carnival-style fun.