John's Black Dirt, [Perpetual Optimism is a Force Multiplier], GrassWell, so they say. Truthfully, there are space aliens living under sandboxes, coming out at night to slide, swing, and strap on multiple electric noisemaker technologies, all skinny arms twitching and big eyes closed in sonic bliss concentrate. When you peek through midnight curtains drawn, they turn into spring-footed park animals, which you used to spraypaint the bottoms of on slow July mornings. The secret blatantly hidden, you go back to the pillow-covered walkman, press play, and float off into a stretched, repeating guitar trance. You sleep through morning alarms, miss school, flunk Geometry and eventually manage Wendy's.
John's Black Dirt
c/o Sullen Teen Rekkids
Box 13153
Dinkytown, MN 55414[rating] - [5] [5] [6] [4] [4]
The Joy Poppers, [Zoomar!], Widely DistributedTom Szidon, that guy you thought you knew, walking across the street with umbrella in hand, is in actuality the crown prince of clanky fuzzy psychadelipop - all the licks in the world won't get you to the Bubble Yum center, visible even from the surface. Selling lemonade for 50 cents a shot glass makes me wonder about the heart on the cover; why plastic-wrap for fake blood? Nice people in the world don't ask such questions, they just line up at the bus stop, pay in pennies, and sing happy songs on the way to the monster truck marathon.
Widely Distributed Records USA Ltd.
1412 Touhy
Chicago, IL 60626[rating] - [6] [5] [5] [4] [4]
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