Showing posts with label Barcelona. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Barcelona. Show all posts

April 1, 2013

Tokyo Sex Destruction - Black Noise Is the New Sound! (BCore, 2004)


Between the MC5 and the (International) Noise Conspiracy they are the Barcelona-based band Tokyo Sex Destruction. I mean, they were when Black Noise Is the New Sound! (2004), their second LP,  was released, because since then their music is under a continuous evolving, going far, far away from its first influences. In his subsequent albums, 5th Avenue South (2005) and The Neighborhood (2009), the psychedelic and soul components have grown, resulting in more complex and polyhedral songs. But we are in the past now, when Tokyo Sex Destruction were a highly-politicized garage-punk-soul machine. You can feel it in these eleven blasts the band shot restless. The CD includes stereo and mono mixes, the last ones just for you purist sixties lover! By the way, "ソウル・ミュージック・パーティ" seems to mean "Soul Music Party".

 

March 22, 2013

Desechables - Buen ser-vicio (1985) (Munster Records reissue, 2002)


They were called the Spanish Cramps, but they did succeed first nor in Spain, but on the other side of the border: in France, after they played at Rock de Lyon in 1983. Definitively, the Barcelona-based band Desechables wasn't the typical Spanish band. After their first 7", the guitar player Miguel died trying to hold up a jewelry store carrying a fake gun. Bad luck; the owner had a real one. Desechables disbanded, but the success of Golpe tras Golpe (1984) —a kind of posthumous LP made of live recordings— encouraged the band mates to look for a new axeman. The good feelings with, nor just one, but two new guitar players led the band to record their second album in concert, again, during a show at Rock-Ola —a mythical concert place located in Madrid. Buen ser-vicio (1985) was born, with a killer cover, by the way: a photo of Tere Desechable herself, who by then was eighteen years old, in a lustful pose serving us her own tits on a plate. The sound of the record is not the best in the world (hey, this is Spain in the early eighties), but we don't want a clearly, vivid sound. This is Cramps-like shit, and what we want is dirty and raw sound.

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