It’s been a while since we’ve showcased a legitimate insert. They’re hard to come by, I’ll have you know, but this one, with its magnificent 50’s inks, is something to squawk over.
Monthly Archives: May 2016
Luau, Luau, Luau, Luau
So, let’s be honest here. A compilation album of majestic, Hawaiian-fused festivities is certainly something of a necessity, BUT… with tropical-minded recipes affixed to the back cover, well, that’s a record well worth acquiring.
P&L
For good measure, let’s try Peace & Love.
Clear to None
Pitchfork’s ominous debut is something of historical significance, as can be clearly seen by this ridiculous afterthought.
The Inevitable, Yet Regrettable Pair
Not… I repeat, NOT, a good combination. When drinking whiskey, leave Nebraska alone. Subsequently, when listening to Nebraska, put down the bottle.
This is a rule, not unlike a heart, in the process, that I annually break.
If “misery loves company” is the phrase, Nebraska is the exclamation point that immediately follows.
Abbey Ave
Is it weird that I’d rather house quarter of a brick of cheese than a thin slice of chocolate cake? I kind of feel my musical intake follows this same allusive guideline, in one form or another. Anyway, nothing to do with that, here is a picture of my latest 8-track snatch. $10 at a brick and mortar up in Ventura, County. She was purchased untested, but plays perfectly fine on the Hitachi home stereo system. This Friday was one for the books… more to come, when I have time. Happy listening weekend!
LONDONC
5.4
May, the yeah, be good.
Drop the Needle
In more ways than one. Surgical Meth Machine’s self titled debut arrived yesterday, in all it’s neon pink vinyl’d glory. I started spinning it this morning, then got called in early to work. Tonight’s festivities consisted of falling asleep to radio programs by the fire, so the inaugural, complete spin will have to wait. I had to reach to Germany for this colored variant, but I’m certain it was entirely worth it.
The Last BBQ
Stupid ballgame plans are keeping me from attending what may be the last Punk Rock BBQ at Liquid Kitty. Stupid building owners not renewing leases make the top of my shit list, and are the reasons for the lack of Punk Rock BBQs. By far the best invite design, that I’ve seen, I may have to finagle some things to make this one happen. Afterall, there will always be more ballgames, am I right?
Lost
This compact disc (yes, as far as I can tell, this beaut has yet to see the vinyl light of day), is an unquestionable masterpiece. Dubbed The Lost Paramount Tapes, this James Booker phenomenon is an instant classic, and worthy of any New Orleans Jazz fan’s time. The new vehicle is CD only, so we’re rediscovering the classics.
The Prudent Groove 