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The Overnight Lows (Goner)
"Goner Records is proud to release City Of Rotten Eyes, the debut of Jackson, Mississippi's OVERNIGHT LOWS. It's about time. MARSH and DAPHNE NABORS, guitar and bass, have been playing out as Overnight Lows ever since their previous band, THE COMAS, imploded in early 1995. Goner and many other labels have been badgering them for a record for years. Their reluctance to release anything until now reflects both their disdain for musical trends and their quest for a recording worthy of their sound. With City Of Rotten Eyes, they've achieved it. Playing everything "in the Key Of Hep C," the Overnight Lows mix a sick and sickened attitude with a classic Angry Samoans/Queers aesthetic: establish a blazing guitar riff, yell some memorable antisocial blather over it, hit a chorus, and get out. Who has time for anything else these days? Overnight Lows aren't going to waste your time attempting to show you the path to enlightenment, or the way to your lover's heart. They'd rather show you the door. Melodies? Sure, kinda, but more like rhythmic chants to accompany you on your third trip back to the liquor store. The male/female vocal trade-offs add to the band's desperate charm." - Midheaven

CCR Headcleaner
From the ashes of Long Legged Woman, CCR Headcleaner is "Psychedelic punk shit. Loud and crazy," says Justin Flowers.

Puffy Areolas (Siltbreeze)
"Knuckle-dragging scuzz-punk devastators" (DJ Rick) from Toledo, Ohio, with a new album on the almighty Siltbreeze!!

"This band wails away in the corridor of space rock, hyper-attenuated thrash, and pin-eyed druggie bloat." - Still Single

Mike Donovan (Sic Alps)

Thralls
All forms and colors were dissolved in a pearl-gray haze; there were no contrasts, no shading anymore, only flowing transitions with the light throbbing through them, a single blur from which only the most fleeting of visions emerged, and strangely - I remember this well - it was the very evanescence of those visions that gave me, at the time, something like a sense of eternity.

Ghost Animal
Wave, gaze, age, post from LA.

Rangers

White Hills (Thrill Jockey)
"The return of White Hills, and their East Coast Hawkwind worshipping Stooges stomp FX blowouts. Every disc has kicked our asses, each one exploring a different side of WH's spaced out psychedelic sound. From the swirling cosmic krautprog of No Game To Play, to the more straight ahead space rock of Glitter Glamour Atrocity to the recent collaboration with Bay Area noisemakers White Pee, a half hour blast of ambient spacenoize. Where does Abstractions And Mutations fall? It falls smack dab in between all of those, but it falls HARD and HEAVY. Easily the fiercest outing yet from Dave W. and his bearded and robed wizards of druggy sonic overload. Beginning with a seriously metallic riff, and some super effected vocals, the band pounds relentlessly, adding tons of melody and a wicked hook, and then a brief space-y shuffle, before the song explodes into three minutes of amp frying psychguitar destruction." - Aquarius Records

Carlton Melton
"There are bands who defy convention and easy categorisation. Reference points may be offered, but essentially such bands exist in their own little world, utterly unaffected by trends or popularist concerns. Carlton Melton are one such band – a willfully psychedelic beast tinged with blues, doom, drone and feral rock energy that recall the majesty of Earthless and the spontaneity of early Pink Floyd." - Sonic Abuse

Headless
members of Earthless and Assemble Head in Sunburst Sound.

Leslie Stevens & the Badgers
"Leslie and The Badgers are quietly turning into one of the city's best...what makes the songs magical is the way Stevens spruces up the retro country-pop settings with clear-eyed and thoughtfully incisive lyrics." - LA Weekly

"Americana country-pop quintet Leslie and The Badgers hail from Los Angeles, but sound like they’d be just as comfortable, even more so, jamming on a back porch in Appalachia as a hip club on the Sunset Strip. Frontwoman Leslie Stevens is gifted with a lovely soprano voice." – Portland Tribune

Charlie Wadhams
Laid back folk pop from LA.

Mark Matos & Os Beaches
Mark Matos & Os Beaches' Words of the Knife' is an album of many moods. It opens with 'Hired Hand,' a wistful road-ready jam that has been embedded in my subconscious since I first heard it last year. There are some bouncier tempos early on, but the group eventually settles into a more pensive mood, colored by the sung-in-Portuguese 'Palavras de Faca,' and similarly downtempo psych-pop nuggets like 'Hold On Tight' and 'I Come Broken.' Os Beaches have something of a forlorn twang, which complements the earnest, heartbreaking quality to Matos's voice. His subject matter, however, isn't traditional country fodder, instead mixing nature- and people-driven poetic fragments joined in a unique mysticism." - KQED

The Blank Tapes
"Matt Adams has one of those semi-one-man bands: It’s called the Blank Tapes, and a lot of people wonder why it isn't more famous. The music is rompy-stompy folk rock one minute, and stretched-out, sunwarmed balladry the next. Adams is a hip hipster hippie — he is, and his band is, implicated in the zeitgeist of interest in the music and culture of the 1960s counterculture. But a lot of people look only to the stereotypes of those times, and miss what was important about them in the first place: culling from the past, invention, an emphasis on joy to spite joylessness. Adams gets to the heart of a certain kind of '60s sound by leaning on the strong talents around him in the Mission District music scene, including Indianna Hale, Josh Bruner, and recently, the returned-from-Portland Sean Olmstead of Fpod Bpod. The recent self-released record, Home Away from Home, is a document of a man and a scene well worth hearing, whether you’re a hippie or a square." - SF Weekly

Dan Sartain
Busting outta Birmingham, Alabammy, Dan Sartain plays ramshackle, bent, rock n roll, combining aspects of punk's forefathers/mothers with the greasy mind of a fourth generation coal miner, to beautifully sparse arrangements of eloquent... despair, to downright perverse inclinations. Sounds as if Jonathan Richman wanted to be Hank Williams instead of Lou Reed or if The Voidoids were fronted by Hasil Adkins. Don't get me wrong. This ain't country-fried, barroom, pap that reeks of the post-punk midlife crisis. This is the true voice of a man/boy searching and unaware. (bio)

Leopold & His Fiction
"Groovy ‘60s bop...sung by James in a hard-edge haughty voice somewhere between Van Morrison, Jim Morrison, and Eric Burdon being channeled by Jeffrey Lee Pierce. Straight-up rot gut." --Big Takeover

The Twinks
Rock and roll roots, call and answer vocal harmony, interweaving vocal harmony, major key tonality, fresh and sweet and upbeat.

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