I'm convinced there's something in the water in Brattleboro, VT. A small-town gem of so-far-left-you-go-cross-eyed pop, the art scene here must not give a fuck about the outside world. It's completely plausible that they might not know it even exists. I view this video as a sort of Voyager-sponsored message about the dangers of displacing too much air into a fragile receptacle.The ultimate tension and release, the most fundamental story arc, edge-of-your-seat type stuff. Wait for it.
Blanche Blanche Blanche plopped this ballad on last year's "Our Place" long-player(on their own OSR-Tapes), and now it sees re-plopping on vinyl by Feeding Tube Records. Be on the lookout for the new LP "Papa's Proof" on La Station Radar soon.They also do song poems for $10, so if you're feeling particularly profound, you can write them about it and they'll immortalize you. Off the charts, anyone?
This summer's looking up with news of the sophomore King Tuff record, out May 29th via SubPop. We've waited four dark, self-serious years for this one to land, and King Tuff himself emailed me last night to tell me how awesome it's gonna be. And, you know, I'm gonna take his word for it. He'd likely lop off my head with a guitar string-turned-garrote if I questioned it.
Here's to eating pizza all fucking night and playing pinball til my palms bleed.
Brattleboro, VT's Kyle Thomas aka King Tuff spreads himself way too thin. Between this project, Witch, Happy Birthday, Feathers and who knows what else, he seems to be in a state of perpetual distraction, and it's a fucking tragedy that King Tuff has only released one record. He serves us mashed potatoes, fried okra, and cornbread, but all I really want is the meatloaf. To tease us, he's offered up some leftovers here, like a cold meatloaf sandwich where the grease has turned the color of mother of pearl. Iridescent and chalky, fairly bland until you let the bacteria on your tongue break it down into a fatty syrup that coats your insides. "Hands" is a re-recording of an old demo from the Mind Blow CDR, dating back to the early 2000's. Dig the choked-up garage guitar. Dig the slap-back nasal commands. Dig the vaguely muppetesque background vocals. The brilliant Scion AV has kindly included the track in its garage 7" series, along with Austin's Hex Dispensers. It's good to know that King Tuff is still cooking, but it's time for a new entree. Liver delivery.
