Showing posts with label protomartyr. Show all posts
Showing posts with label protomartyr. Show all posts
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Protomartyr "Colpi Proibiti" on X! Records
I first came across Protomartyr thanks to their Urinal Cake Records single which ended up being a detroit history lesson about the infamous, Bubba Helms' and his photo caught in a rampage after some baseball game. Protomartyr is back on the baseball train with this 4 track EP Colpi Proibiti (the Italian title of the groundbreaking film "Death Warrant" from Mr Van Damme). The A-Side track titled "Baseball Bat" kicks right off into heavy fuzz zone which feels like a departure from that Urinal Cake one, they're always stripped down garage to me, but this is getting a little metal. It takes that low end buzz and even goes hardcore punk in big time chord progressions and a stutter quick snare kick combo. Big chorus of "Baseball Creep!" from the bleacher section, and then this drops down to a slow crawl and snarly Cramps echo only to blast back into some garage-core territory which robs you of that final "baseball bat!" I love the tone they strike between that heavy punk freight train and a Johnny Ill delivery. The no nonsense songwriting of less is more. Working just outside those conventions, piling it on in great ways. "You're with a Creep" is a bouncy little melody in that garage pop style with an attitude Kidda Band vocal or a raspy Walkmen style, stumbling along in that nice real way where he doesn't hit all the marks, because it's rock and roll dammit. This guy has obviously been stood up and the dummy has to remind himself about that fact in a melody that follows that picked electric. Not leaning to heavily on the fuzz or garage labels they just have that sense of economy that makes this go down easy.
The B-Side has "The Milk Drinkers" coming out with that hyper tempo again, just in case you forgot that they can deliver on the punk. A great rattly snare keeps everything on the straight and narrow. His father collected beanie babies? You'll just have to listen for that one. Buried minimal guitar comes up with a funneled melody but still has time to go completely mental. Proof they still want to party.
"Psychic Doorbell" (why is that so hilarious?) starts with guitar feedback distortion leading into a tom and groove bassline with bursts of scuzzy distortion and this sense of real space is still here and these vocals get better and better. They seem to be almost holding back with that push/pull tension, and the gravel vocal adds the immediacy. This time that open high hat is real buried, where is this exactly coming from?.. those subtle things that make this feel smart even when they are obviously out for damage. The guitar? here literally explodes and sustains off into the sunset. Another kind of darker number. It's got that barrelling energy but the recording says, we can do this at any volume and without playing as fast as possible. Such a weird mix of that garage shitty sound and a smart lead like The Muslims/Soft Pack or Johnny Ill. These weirdo's takes the reins and you just follow along for the ride.
Pick this up from X! Records, the more I hear these guys the more I like them. Getting better all the time.
Labels:
protomartyr,
X Records
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Protomartyr on Urinal Cake Records
Styrofoam Drone and I are doubleteaming this release from Protomartyr today...it had to happen sooner or later. Urinal Cake sent me this crazy story about Bubba Helms, who's the kid holding the Detroit Tigers banner, he was just a guy looking for his sad 15 minutes, and got them when the Tigers won and his photo between burning cars in the middle of a riot happened to symbolize everything that was wrong with the Motor City. Bubba's no longer with us and perhaps is the protomartyr of Detroit, and here's his single.
The A-Side first track is titled "King Boots", the name of the dog that's Bubba's sidekick up there on the sleeve. The vocal is seriously sounding like the Replacements guy, that working class raspy grease rock, which makes sense being about this maniac who ended up in People Magazine for all the wrong reasons. All backed by just as beefy, grimy chords. Kevin from Tyvek is on one of the guitars, a bass heavy, dirty guitar and a higher straight electric comes in, with this swath of layered distortion cutting bigger and bigger, the crashing finale leading right into "Bubba Helms" which uses a classic rock Zepplin scale guitar riff. This has a cramps feel, that reckless '50s abandon and a lyric that's half singing. There's probably some sunglasses involved, Bubba wants to party like it's 1984 and this track builds to crazy speed, of course it's going to get out of control. You see that guy who says "I want to party"? He's not going to be the responsible one.
B-Side's track, "Cartier E.G.S." then gets into a stuttered, weirdo no wave sound, the drums and bass really taking over with bursts of high treble distortion, and a snare march. Completely original, sort of a funk roll rhythm, absolutely genius.
It's such a great track, you even want some synth? Of course...this is fancy shit. Cartier! Damn. Joe on vocal is getting all sultry, talking about these glasses
"from france land / made in italy / from a chinese family"...it's worldwide class. I will find them.
It's the slickest, most perfectly produced track about exactly the opposite of what it's talking about. These guys are blowing my mind.
They then blow this out after all the minimalism into a hazy slick mess, a completely catchy bassline with a great one note heavy solo, because less is more.
It's like the musical excess era of Duran Duran sailing those yachts, hungry like the wolf, doing coke below deck, and in today's cultural climate, completely irresponsible. In other words punk as hell.
Combine this with The Psychedelic Furs, The National, Editors, Interpol, I know that isn't going to make sense except they're emulating that kind of sunglasses at night sound, just so fucking cool, so that lyrically they turn the whole thing upside down.
I will find them / I will find them
Turn the city upside down for the sunglasses, literally....that's what he wants in this song. Psychadelic furs for the 1%. Everyone else will love just what a hit this is.
He sounds drunk. I love this song.
Can't make out what these words are in the gutter here...maybe it's italian?
First one hundred copies on hot pants pink the rest on black.
I like the arial font stickers used as a design, that always looks great. Put together on a desk, actual size.
Urinal Cake Records says:
AVAILABLE NOW!!!
PROTOMARTYR 7" "King Boots, Bubba Helms b/w Cartier E.G.S" 300 pressed, 100 on pink vinyl. First 20 mail orders on pink vinyl.
Paypal $6 USD to urinalcakerecords@gmail.com
Labels:
protomartyr,
Urinal Cake Records
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