by Jeff Milo
Listening to Cat Power. But thinking about Reverend. Would rather be listening to Reverend... What a show, What a...What the...
Vigorous, valiant, aggro-jumbled jams, psychedelic rock stylings punches you in the sternum and death grips your collar and the drums rag-doll you 'round like an industrial mixer in a rusty bowl of ball-bearings and nitroglycerin; guitars whip and whirl like flame-ringed speed-boats at ramming speed across treacherous white-river-rapid-riffs; and somewhere amid the smoke and smash and feedback fuzz, the soaring high-yowl anthemic voice belts out an assurance that you haven't been knocked out of the shoulder-shunted, slew-footing front row yet. Loud, yeah, ...fast too... but engaging; friendship-bolstering freakdom.
Check out this album, Infectious Relations to Light - "...recorded in an industrial factory..."
Caught a couple sets of them in Woodbridge over the last couple weeks, one of said-shows included the farewell party to the uniting "Shack" -an inspiring entity in that part of town that helped foster a sense of community for a dozen (if not more) close-knit bands (and numerous more musicians). It'll be missed, but it certainly served a purpose: Woodbridge is awaken!
Another of said Woodbridge wunderkind I've been digging is emcee Kwe Zilla -known musically as The Anonymous.
you know where the hood is
bonfire on Woodbridge -
Settle into some of his tracks and get ready for a zesty lyrical tilt-o-whirl of interstellar channel-surfing blurring outre imagery and left-field references that somehow strike a certain chord you can relate to...
Planet Earth is so absurd grip my bike, hop the curb.
I pledge allegiance to summer wonder...
Well...back to some Cat Power then, I guess.