16 tantrums for ages 8 & up. This is the album that made FYP fans globally stand up and fight for theyre rights for the monkey beat. Mentioned rock band actually got letters questioning theyre sexual prefrences.hmmm. released in 1996. Pre- TOYS THAT KILL, UNDERGROUND RAILROAD TO CANDYLAND, STONED AT HEART... Learn More
The Underground Railroad to Candyland ended one fateful night in San Diego after a vicious food fight (this really happened). Band leader, Todd Congelliere (F.Y.P, Toys That Kill), knew it was time for a change by the time the second taquito hit drummer, Jimmy Felix.
What started as an effort to let the past be the past and to play some of Todd C’s solo songs live was rerouted to their own Clown Sound studio in San Pedro, CA. The sessions were revitalizing. Fresh off of being accidentally recruited, guitarist Jacob Galaxy fondly recalls, “I’ve had the time of my life — and I’ve never felt this way before.” Guitar tracking for Isaac Thotz, Todd C. and Jacob was bizarrely committed to 388 tape simultaneously live. The usually dubious rhythm section, Jimmy Felix, Chachi Ferrara and Trevor Rounesville unanimously exclaim, “Call me a relic, call me what you will. Say I’m old-fashioned, say I’m over the hill, today’s music ain’t got the same soul!!” When asked what makes this any different than the music that’s coming out currently.
You might be young and agree. You might be old and disagree. In any case, Clown Sounds are not food wasters. Limited to 100 cassettes in hand silkscreened cases on State Champion Recs.
24 fucking Young Leaves songs! "So like a couple years ago The Young Leaves decided to get back together and to celebrate we collaborated on this tape collection of their first 2 LPs and 7"s. And then my life fell apart and I forgot all about the tapes until I unearthed them the other day. And I don't think the band ever played more than one show upon reforming. Anyway, I loved this band so much so please get these tapes out of my house." Bloated Kat Recs.
A whiplashing rollercoaster in which the rails our wheels spark upon aren’t reinforced steel but are instead the twisting and twisted double-helix of the Pretty Flowers’ spiraling sonic DNA, the Golden Beat Sessions is a furious cassette-ready snarl of a rock band’s audio-biography (even the album art is a nod to an old and treasured R.E.M. bootleg disc). Prism-ing the group’s knotty-fuzzy lo-fi punch and hi-fi heart into a series of component parts, Golden Beat explores the individual nooks and crannies of the Los Angeles foursome’s sound by using the songs of others as their magnifying glasses:
The raucous, sugar-stamped stomp of Teenage Fanclub’s “Radio” lets the band dive deep into the power-pop that’s always bubbled beneath their sonic surface, while the bloody gnash of “Doom Town” by the Wipers barrels down the band’s darkest alleyways of frayed-denim punk. Elsewhere, the barstool blues of Neil Young’s “Don’t Cry No Tears” allows the Flowers to lean further into the woozy swoon of classic rock’s heavy-lidded swagger than they ever have before.
And while “I Got You” by Split Enz highlights the band’s knack for soulful anthemics and Nick Lowe’s “Heart of the City” is their nerve-jittered indie rockiest, it’s ethereal lead single “Scott Street” (originally by Phoebe Bridgers) that reveals the wistful, melodic, and melancholy grooves that ache within the heart of every Pretty Flowers song, and their loyal listeners—which, if you aren’t already, you will be after your first ear-ringing listen of Golden Beat Sessions. Dirt Cult! Learn More