**Comprising the 4 long sold out 7"s that came out on Dirt Cult, Hosehead, Neon Taste and Zaxxon Record, to coincide with their upcoming European tour**
Subculture is dead. The kids, they don’t care any more about your niche interests. Punk, glam, bubblegum, mod, soul, rock’n’roll, it’s all the same. The battle lines are down and everything’s up for grabs. Didn’t you hear? Pop ate itself.
Luckily Vancouver’s Fashionism know all about that. They may sing mournfully of a time when “nobody used words like vintage or retro”, but despite all this 'end of an era' stuff they’re also smart enough to know that the only time that ever matters is here and now. So yeah, this is a finger food buffet of all your old favourites (the Rezillos, The Boys, the bits of The Jam that don’t make you think of how Weller turned out and do a little sick in your mouth) but they only deal in their own prime cuts, as this timely singles collection demonstrates.
Stop, Drop, Rock ‘N’ Roll is a lost new wave/powerpop classic, like the getaway music The Jags would make after drunkenly trying to ramraid a bank but hitting a library by mistake. One Shot feels like the hit of adrenaline that only kicks in when you hear a truly perfect chord change or feel the cord snap during a bungee jump. Then there’s Smash The State (With Your Face), a self-explanatorily titled slice of paradise that deploys some serious boogie. They’re all winners.
Should you expect any less from members of Vancouver heroes like The Tranzmitors and The Jolts (among others)? Probably not. So fuck your expectations, fuck your subculture, fuck your niche. This is music to drink meths to at the top of a rollercoaster, and it’s the soundtrack to the summer we all deserve. Like it even matters that it’s spring. 200 on Black vinyl. [UK import from Drunken Sailor]