Tin Ear Tuesday – XXXmas Fats Tin Ear Tuesday – XXXmas Fats

Tin Ear Tuesday – XXXmas Fats from pinpointmusic on 8tracks Radio.

Santa’s come and gone by now leaving mountains of joy and coal and sugarplums dancing on your filial headaches but we, at Pinpoint (being of the secular humanist sort that only feels alive when their greater deeds are recognized ahead of their fourth place running in the underwordly wraith race), firmly believe that one day of presents is bullshit and so today we’re giving you the gift of exposition to compliment the post-modernish rockabout we threw up in loving haste for an 8tracks Xmas because…well…because we love you. And isn’t that the reason for the seasoning? Damn straight it is. Rockit.

heavinessHeaviness of the Load – “(a)cid vicious” from Tour 2009…Double-drumming, mega stacked blackened punk death groove for the crunchiest of Baltimore dudes. Imagine Kylesa if they didn’t smell funny and conceded a deep and earnest love for the pyrotechnic antics of Ace Frehley, the synergistic wonder of the Halen brosephs and the “Fuck Me? FUCK YOU!” convalescent attitude of soul Raven No. 1, Ray Lewis.

BoredomsBoredoms – “Acid Police” from Chocolate Synthesizer…I saw the Boredoms when I was twelve or thirteen at the Roxy with Marcos Ramirez and have never really been able to look at the world the same way since. Sure the band’s gotten a little Shinto interstellar sun drum jam for me in recent years but when this shit first hit the states (thanks, in no small part, to Kurt Cobain) back in the early 90s their Japanese dual drum (this is not a pattern so much as a logistical coincidence), two-headed screaming acrobat, bass/guitar free jazz blues noise attack pretty much laid the groundwork for a new war on 4/4 glee. They’re kinda the best thing to ever happen to me.

boysfromnowhereThe Boys from Nowhere – “Goin’ Too Far” from Goin Too Far 7″…This year, I’ve learned to appreciate the fuck out of garage. I don’t know why it took me so long. Maybe I just figured all the ever-tatted Bettie Page chicks would think I was a poser dick or felt overwhelmed by the hip sweat revival of white drunks dry humping Orange amps in the basement of some rich shit in Brooklyn. Whatever the case, I’m an idiot. This band was from Columbus. I guess the Midwest rules.

ResidentsThe Residents – “Swastikas on Parade” from The Third Reich ‘n Roll…As much as I enjoy the gutteral over-intelectualizing of all things pop and culture cum rock and/or roll it’s really fucking hard for me to sit down and ever think “You know what this day needs? The fucking Residents!” because their neo-futurist against-all ethos produced (and continues to produce) a body of work so dense and terrifyingly complicated that listening to them makes me feel like a Pavlovian shrew. Take this track for example. It’s a seventeen and a half minute, one-sided deconstruction of fifteen 60s standards reified with fascist Germanic menace because the subtlety of a post Dada art world was just too much for these nutbags to bear.

sectSect – “Police Repression” from Sect…Boy/Girl punks from Barcelona that love them some 80s anarcho shit. Simple, badass political tract with yelps and shouts and hooks and reminders that life was so much simpler back in the go go Cold War days of antisocialism.

nickcaveNick Cave and the Bad Seeds – “Tupelo” from The Firstborn is Dead…Did you know that Elvis had a twin? Did you know that he was born first and dead? Did you know that as the future King took his first breaths an apocalyptic rain fell and flooded the streets of his small town leaving horror and woe to echo his cries like some beastly gift of the Magi? Because it totally did. At least, that’s what John Lee Hooker said and maybe Lead Belly and certainly Nick and his Bad Seeds (HI BLIXA! WE MISS YOU!) on this track which, for my money, is the apotheosis of Mr. Cave’s work outside the brutal riches of the Birthday Party. I fucking love it.

slayerSlayer – “Black Magic” from Show No Mercy…SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER!

white sunsWhite Suns – “Fire Sermon” from Sinews…I appreciate the fact that we live in a world where there is music that is so loud, so violent and so pointedly ugly that it makes the early works of Kerry King and company seem perfectly suitable for all ages and denominations. Keep Brooklyn ugly.

merchandiseMerchandise – “Untitled” from Angels in the Station…This is a perfectly lovely and thoroughly melancholy acoustic track from the guilty gothy pleasure band du jour, Merchandise. I am a tremendous fan of this band and wish them the best in the New Year which, of course, means that they will unceremoniously breakup and form another dozen noisy warehouse bands whose only output comes on pre-warped cassettes, eight tracks and acetate all of which I will neglect to buy one drunk Tuesday night which is probably just fine but damn.

wildmothWild Moth – “Mourning Glow” from Mourning Glow EP…One thing that sucks about all these bands that are playing into the post punk goth noise drug gloom 80s/90s no wave, no fun, never never sinking warship shit glaze is that they forget (for better or, far more often, worse) that there is a great triumph to be found in darkness which can uplift even the lowliest of haplessly kicking pricks if only they bothered to get over their own aesthetic pathetics. Le sigh, yeah? Not for Wild Moth. These Bay Area freaks fucking kill it.

The-Great-American-NovelThe Great American Novel – “American Weekend” from Kissing…Shut up. Make out. Get drunk. Have fun. Love everything and everyone. Done.

archersArchers of Loaf – “Harnessed in Slums (Bob Weston Radio Mix, 1995)” from Vee Vee…A lost, rough take on the Archers classic thanks to the epic Merge rerelease campaign. If this song doesn’t kick your loins into living a new, beautiful dream of you then I don’t know what more we have to say to each other. This song is perfect.

alexander-tucker_2Alexander Tucker – “RH” from Third Mouth…Alexander Tucker is a man I know nothing about but who writes music that Thrill Jockey calls “avant pop” which I’m going to go ahead and assume means that Mr. Tucker is some lonely space troubadour playing electro static mandolin waves through the Sphinxian riddle of time to punctuate the silences of this, our greatest adventure. I’m pretty sure this is a love song about god’s speed and chemistry.

Tin Ear Tuesday – XXXmas Fats from pinpointmusic on 8tracks Radio.

Editor’s Note: The ninth track on XXXmas Fats is actually a prank call wherein Steve Albini and Nirvana irritate the shit out of Evan Dando by pretending to be Madonna’s agent and leaving him on hold. Charles thinks this is “fucking hilarious.” We reserve judgment.



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