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The Blood Moons
The Blood Moons’ debut (self-titled 2009) was one of my favorite local records that I’ve heard since someone thought it was a good idea to pay me to talk about music. The Blood Moons were a departure of sorts from the hardcore punk rock of singer-guitarist Chris Guaraldi’s previous band, Chris Evil and The Taints. The Blood Moons had an element of dark country set to garage beats that really had a unique vision. They released another self-titled (album names were never the band’s strength) split EP with Six Star General before ceasing to play out regularly. Guaraldi formed Sick Pills, who put out a record and did another Taints record. This reunion show should be a real treat. Catch one of the best local bands from 2009 to 2011.
Matt Everett – White Sugar
75OL-250 Matt Everett – White Sugar
$8.00 S&H Included
Digital download is available here
Track Listing
1. Stay Alive
2. No I don’t
3. Secret Satellite
4. Messed Up By Sound
5. Cheap Plastic Shovel
6. Quickening
7. The Greatest Thing
8. Up On A Cloud
A different take on disco and soul music from the mercurial Matt Everett. A dance able melding of modern and classic disco/psych/pop elements. Flavors of: Bee Gees, David Bowie, Marvin Gaye, MGMT, Brian Eno.
‘This feels so true, simple and direct as morning sunlight or a glass of water when you’re thirsty… there are
no singular standouts here, as it’s all cut from the same fine cloth.’ –
Dream Magazine, review of Matt Everett album “Little Epiphany”
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Crotchthrottle – Whatever We’re Calling The Next Album
75OL-251 Crotchthrottle – Whatever We’re Calling The Next Album CD / Digital Download
$7.00 S&H Included
Digital download is available here
Track Listing
01. Damn The Pan Flutes
02. Desynchronosis
03. Chichtract
04. Signpost
05. Carrot / Stick
06. Hexaflagon
07. Your Stomach Is A Hydra
08. Night Balloons
09. Metric Spectrum
10. Under The Influence Of Oxygen
11. Millions Of Miniature Mammoths
Legendarily saved to a hard drive which was lost in a taxicab abandoned in the desert and rediscovered by hapless archaeologists, Whatever We’re Calling The Next Album is a psychedelic compendium of rockers and wobblers. The only unifying constraint of the affair is the omission of vocals or lyrics, leaving the listener to make up words on their own.
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