Rob's House's continuing quest to define a new american garage rock sound, this is raw, no ovberdub, or studio trickery. It's another lost blues/rock solid single out of the late 60's. It's really ridiculous how authentic this sounds. It seems like a band like this comes out of playing live for a long time. This attempt to capture it I'm sure is the closest they can get. It's stripped down with some echo on the vocals which are perfect in this faraway sound. Barely sung, more story about shitty situations, getting fucked up and probably love started it all.
Always be my friend is a half rockabilly, piano rambler, like that fun throwaway track that sounds like early rolling stones. This is the last thing I would point to Montreal as inspiring. Geography don't mean a thing.
They would be at home throwing beer bottles back at the country crowd from behind the fenced with the barbed wire stage.
I don't think Rob has it anymore, so check out Parasol mailorder.
Fucked on K b/w Always Be My Friend
PS, US One of the most dynamic combos to take the filthy route directly to your brain, & each live perrformance solidifies their earnest ambition to stomp their furious rock'n roll death trip into submission. Their stumbling, rambling ways have lead folks down the darker side of americana-tinged blues-punk on more than one occasion & this one just might be the best. 1000 pressed, black vinyl.