Photo courtesy of The Trucks
Ladies and Gentlemen, fresh out of Bellingham, Washington.Ö. we have THE TRUCKS!
No, The Trucks arenít a group of man-bears out for revenge against your mom because she caught your little sister humpty humpiní in the back of their skanky, and sickeningly smoky, VW Bus. Theyíre four luscious ladies who will win you over with their boisterous fishnet electro-pop. Touted as the bastard love children of Peaches, Debbie Harry and The Bangles (with a little Kate Bush thrown in for good measure), The Trucks are sassing their way into our hearts, our pants and certainly our dancing shoes.
Shrie Bradford: So how did you decide on the name The Trucks? It wouldnít happen to be because you all drive Cummins Turbo Diesel 4×4 Dodge Ram extended cab pickups complete with Superwinchs and KC lights, would it?
The Trucks: Marissa, our keyboard and xylophone player, just blurted out that name when we were first asked what our name was. She’s so clever.
So now, for the question of the day: (All of you indie rock stalwarts will already have heard this story. Bear with me.) What do old record players and the infamous Karate Kid have in common? You guessed it, (or didn’t): the fab new kraut-electro-straight-outta-1971 (hello Can and Neu!) threesome of David Best, Steve Lewis and Matt Hainsby – Fujiya & Miyagi. Best and company melded Fujiya, the name of a record player, and Miyagi, the all-knowing sage of Karate Kid fame, into a name for themselves and separated the two with an ampersand. Matt Hainsby got the luck of the draw and is cleverly known as “&”. Their new album, Transparent Things, is anything but transparent. And they aren’t Japanese. They’re British.
Nuts + Ale = A fine drinking experience
Until recently, I only took a slight interest in what I call artisan beers. My boyfriend is a former homebrewer of beer and a real fan of your more independent and smaller beers. To me, beer had always been a beverage that I drank with meals or quickly in order to get properly fucked to the curb. And while it tasted good, I was more interested in getting it down my gullet and into my tummy efficiently as opposed to pleasurably. That being said, Iíve had a change of heart! I now truly enjoy drinking beer for its taste and the atmosphere that I enjoy in its presence.
I only kinda liked Junior Boys first album, Last Exit. It seemed too dancey; clangy and disjointed, lacking cohesiveness and direction. So I passed it on to a couple of friends whom I knew would enjoy it and then basically wrote it off, only to listen to it a time or two more.
If you give a raccoon a block of sugar, it will take the block of sugar to the nearest source of water and wash it until it completely dissolves.
(in no particular order)
The Knife Ė Silent Shout
This album has a delicious dark frenzied feel to it that just grabs me. I picture aliens, dark railroad crossings, arson and gleaming sweaty bodies.
Junior Boys Ė So This is Goodbye
This is just a kickiní electronic album. Itís low key enough to listen to while simply hanging out, and catchy enough to drive and sing along to. I highly enjoy In The Morning.
I didnít get the title for this album at first: Awoo. After listening more carefully to the beginning of the album (and guzzling a 24 oz beer at top speed) I finally heard the chorus of the second track, aptly titled Awoo, which repeats the word over and over.
Some things about Bob Pollard never change: His songs are still shortÖ most under two and a half minutes, his lyrics joyfully random and his crazy voice is still slightly off key.
That being said, the greatness of some of his Guided By Voices albums like Alien Lanes and Bee Thousand and some of his solo works like From a Compound Eye, isnít as apparent, or maybe not even there, in his new offering Normal Happiness.†