Showing posts with label psychobilly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label psychobilly. Show all posts

April 10, 2013

The Midwest Vikings - Vamos Tokyo (Trippin' Elephant Records, 2005)


Alex Hernández sent to the Club this CD-single of the Japanese band The Midnight Vikings. Never heard about them until this record came to me. The band was founded by Hang Ten (drums), Lacoste (guitar, vocals) —both of them former members of The Michele Gun Elephant—, Arnold (guitar), and Toroy (double bass). As far as I know Vamos Tokyo! (2005) is their only release. "Vamos Tokyo!" resembles a Dropkick-Murphys-going-into-psychobilly-tune, "Let's Kick Go-Go Blue and Red Boys" starts with some cool spaghetti western arrangements and "You'll Never Walk Alone" is a hooligan-like cover of the broadway musical Carousel. No fuckin' idea about what they are singing about, but it looks like some kinda hooligan sport club or something. Nothing special, if you ask me about, but it worth listening to and is cool enough to be here. Thanks to Alex!

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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