Titmachine response

I received this response to my review of the titmachine 7" from the band themselves:

we read your review and took it as a compliment that someone laid back and wrote a review about his boredom and furyness after listening to our songs.
If the Sex Pistols (who doesn't know them) are the only reference you could name, I wish you much fun by exploring the colourful scene of punk, as it meant to be...away from the traditional roads and with a good sense of humor.

with greetings from the Netherlands and a good laugh (that's what we did after the reading of your story),
all the best in Brooklyn,
cheers,
the T'S.

Even bringing the Sex Pistols into the conversation was ridiculous and I sound like a jackass... of course I'm aware of a much larger scene of 'punk' then just the most obvious co-opted manufactured punk band ever. I'm all for experimentation and pushing whatever limits are set on things by whatever direction music is taking currently.
I think my problem is this honestly sounds like a horrible jam, just a mess of noise, unrelated to each other in any way, and why should I care? What compelled them to press this on vinyl, well ok that's obvious, but what honestly do they think they are adding to anything? It's fun to be terrible, to act like you don't care, but I don't even think that is happening honestly and definitely not in a compelling way. I don't think you have to be doing something new all the time, but at least do it with honesty. How can I hear that? I don't know, something about this made me make the obvious comparison to a band that was the poster child for consumerism and insincerity. Please....I want to be wrong...and who does this hurt? Press more seven inches of all kinds, I don't want to hate, I Iove vinyl, they do to so ...what the fuck.
It's reminding me of Prinzhorn Dance School right now, and maybe these myspace messes aren't at all what's on the seven inch that I haven't even heard.

There you go, take it or leave it, but god dammit I have a sense of humor.

titmachine - ????

After the review on siltblog, I had to go see if this version of 'I want to be your dog' was on their myspace and sadly it's not, they got my attention... this cover might be great, but everything here was just horrific. Really untalented, terrible. It reminds me of how bad the late 90's could be when it seemed like every open mic had a shit waste of electricity band like this. I could tolerate it, but can't anymore...there is nothing redeemable about this in any way. And you might think, 'well that's an accomplishment then isn't it?' Or 'Everyone hated the Sex Pistols when they first played.' It's not even on the same planet, it can't compare...I could score 4 minutes of silence...but I'm not John Fucking Cage! This is such blatant boring posturing, it makes me sick. They are billing themselves like some kind of novelty, having met in prison and this is the only job they can get?... they are a joke. The worst track has to be the live one. What blew my mind was imagining anyone going to see this shit for free.

I can't get back the five minutes I just wasted.

From Fusetron:
TITMACHINE
"If youd have asked me yesterday if I needed to hear another cover of the Stooges Wanna be your dog", the NO wouldve resonated like one of them Alps yodellers in the Riccola commercial. But after hearin Titmachines version of said overdone classic, Is liked to have choked to death on my cough drop. A tremendous neanderthalic, witchy all-fem DIY sucker punch right between the eyes of any of the greatest punk primitief classics you can name, right up there w/Kleenex & Manisch Depressiv. Id have peggedem as Swiss too, but theys Dutch & much like their infamous elm disease, Titmaster is more than capable of complete devastation. The B-side a wondrous mess as well & I am goin to the front of the line to wait impatiently for their next amazing release. Cmon, lets have it! NOW!" - SILTBLOG. "The four members of TITMACHINE met in prison (each was convicted of crimes she did not commit). Unable to find gainful employment upon their discharge from stoney lonesome, the ex-inmates formed a band, naturally, the ideal vehicle for the unemployable. The lucrative alternative Dutch music scene rewards them handsomely in exchange for the quartets release of pent-up rage fueled by continuing injustice. Since October 2006, Titmachines raw and loose sound has remained unhampered by the constraints of talent, and answers questions anyone has yet to ask. Kinda like the Dutch Shaggs meets the female Monks and Flipper with a conscience."-Meeuw Muzak. Restocked!

Oh well, there's a new Podcast EP 13: Rex (helicopter one) both sides, Bored fortress club vol1 - dramcatcher/birds of delay split, tuxedo killers - don't rape the okope,
What the fuck kind of a playlist is this? (19:24)

This has to be a lowpoint for 7inches. It's time to start the 12 step program.