DPT-002 ROYAL TALONS/BLIGHTER/BLEACHEDBLONDE TRIPLE SPLIT

So here is the moment some of you have been waiting for - The second DIE POP TAPES release! DPT-002 is a triple split cassette release with Colorado bands Royal Talons, Blighter, and BLEACHEDBLONDE. Royal Talons, featured here a handful of months ago, is a three-piece atmospheric sludge and doom band from Denver and their songs - nearly ten minutes a piece and the entire side A - are heavier than Rosie O'Donnell. They have put together some tunes to burn to, to drive to, and well...to fuck to. Seeing them live is also a great shoegazin' head-bangin' treat. Blighter, the first three tracks of side B, is from Colorado Springs, Colorado and this is their first time featured on DIE POP. A veteran presence in the Springs' scene, Blighter has finally pulled together some cash, popped in a studio, and released some decently recorded versions of a handful of their songs. Their tracks are a bit doomy, a bit sludgy, a bit jammy, a bit stoney, and a bit crusty. If you are down for anything relating to that, then we are sure that you will find Blighter's contribution to this split most excellent. Pulling the last leg of the track is the label's first band to release, BLEACHEDBLONDE. Despite the band's apathetic, loud, and trashy value of their first cassette, BLEACHEDBLONDE's  three tracks on this particular cassette lack a bit of luster. Though the bass lines are thick, the guitar riffs moving, and vocals full of hypnotic and absorbing noise, the drums are pushed back to a nearly inaudible volume and are very rudimentary. BLEACHEDBLONDE and DIE POP also have plans of a X-MAS split release with another Colorado Springs garage troupe, Cat Color - so if these tunes aren't hooking you, then wait for their redemption and new sound coming out in December. For all your true musos out there, if it not for BLEACHEDBLONDE, then get this one for Royal Talons and Blighter. It's a run of 150 and 6 USD; that includes international shipping! Use the bandcamp music player (located amongst these words) or our store to order. And for all you free loaders, did we mention there is a free download? Because there is.

 

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DIEPOPTAPES@live.com
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Royal-Talons/208955969117977
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Blighter/163226620397135?sk=info

http://www.facebook.com/BLEACHEDBLONDEBAND

(ALL PRE-ORDERS WILL BE SHIPPED THE LAST WEEK OF NOVEMBER)

HIGH ARCTIC - MAN HAIR

With some howls and screeches, High Arctic makes there way to the blog. This three, sometimes four, piece from Canada slings around some psychedelic, artsy, chunky, slow, and heavy tracks. Their latest release, Man Hair, is pretty damn gnarly. The first handful of tracks are like a heavy rockabilly version of Kinski - a bit jammy with some stoner vocals - that might remind you of Isaac Brock - matched with wild noisy fuzz'd out guitar work (Our front-man, much like the lead for BLEACHEDBLONDE seems to be the bands noise machine; a great role in any band), and the occasional math-rock breakdown. The second half of the Man Hair falls a bit more into the ambient/noisy/experimental realm, has a cameo by an un-named clarinet, and ends with some droning acoustic work that will probably put you into some sort of trance, making you forget you were listening to music at all. They have a myspace, a facebook, a live video, and of course a bandcamp. Check them out on your favorite social network, look for them at an art space near you, and download their music....that's right...FOR FREE!

 

http://higharctic.bandcamp.com/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/High-Arctic/113001955377695
http://www.myspace.com/thehigharctic

BIRDS OF MAYA

Birds of Maya in 102 words or less:

This loud psych/fuzz jam three piece from The City of Brotherly Love have three vinyl release with Holy Mountain. One of which was a three song double LP. And, apparently their release Volume One is really 'important' to the 'rock history' of Philadelphia .These gentleman like to drone out and get stoney, that's for sure. If the stone and drone don't draw you in, then the quality surely will. Throwing expensive microphones and metronome tracked recording rooms out the window, these three gentleman (and a fourth on last summer's tour) show some real grit and energy through their dirty noisy recordings. If you like to bleed from the ears, so many of us do, then do not turn it down and do not stop listening. The wonderful world of the internet  has also been gracious enough to lend you some videos and a FREE download.










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birdsofmaya@gmail.com
http://www.myspace.com/birdsofmaya
http://www.holymountain.com/artists/birds-maya/

NIGHT BEATS - H BOMB 7''

Saw this band was coming to a city nearby and if you happen to be in Boulder, CO this weekend, you should check out ASTROLAND on Saturday the 26th (Doing anything better on this Saturday night?) and let this band stroke your mind. Night Beats; from the pretentious and caffeinated Seattle, WA, have found a place here in this blog-- at the top of this page even. Scored their 7'' from a nifty little link (as should you, then you should buy the 7'') and though it's only four songs, duh...it's a 7'', it is definitely one to add to the collection.  H Bomb starts off with the title track and it's nearly perfect. To you, the audience who has yet to hear this band, beware; you may instantly have found your new favourite band. The first track displays what the rest of the others have--the perfect elements that you need for a spectacular psychedelic auditory experience: drenched vocals, a dripping reverb'd fuzz lead guitar, and moaning wails of a psychedelic dreamer. The only beef with this 7'', is that the third song They Came in Through the Window is remarkably similar to the title track, but don't hold it against them. This sort of thing is probably because they were looking for four of their best songs to showcase their talent, and two of the songs happen to be similar in song structure and progression, or maybe the the band is a one trick pony...with a pretty damn good trick.








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thenightbeats@gmail.com
http://www.myspace.com/thenightbeatswilleatyou
http://www.troubleinmindrecs.com/bands/nightbeats.html

DEAD FARMERS - GO HOME

Though this post finds itself nearly a year too late...In a fit of rock and roll rage, Dead Farmers-a three piece band from Australia, throw around crass upbeat tracks that are pieced together with driving psychedelic bass, sustained fuzzed-out guitar riffs, high energy drumming, and dampened gang vocals all layered to magically manifest aviators, sideburns and a 'stache on your face within seconds of hearing it. Dead Farmers put out like, as so many have written,  The Stooges (pre Iggy Pop) but crunchier, faster, and without out the pressures of poster-child-dom and money-hungry studio producers breathing down their neck; plus Dead Farmers sound better.

Apathetic to the idea of music that the Billboard's top charts brainwashes the public with, these groovin' dudes have painstakingly arranged 'Go Home,' 10 tracks of lo-fi art that times in at one song (two songs in their case) short of half an hour of pure arousal and is arguably a perfect set. The album starts with 'Can't Come', a familiar, yet completely foreign four chord progression that occasionally branches off into short bursts of trashy noise guitar that do not represent an inability to climax (as the songs title may suggest) but rather an everlasting feel good desire that aches to be long, rhythmic, and satisfyingly powerful. The pulse of the first 4 songs creates a frantic and polished sound that is distinguished by an emotion that can only be delivered simultaneously with the music; by years of failed attempts at assembling the correct combination of talent and dedication; by misunderstood appreciations for raw and dirty nights of striking out and having the lasting image of layers of stickers belonging to never-will-bees and has-beens, and 30-second permanent marker graffiti tags as your last memory before loosing your guts in the piss stained urinal at the shithole you just played at; by long nights in a small room sweating rivers of blood and sloppy chord transitions. The rest of the album falls in pace with the extraordinary introductory tracks, making 'Go Home' an album that belongs in all our collections. Unfortunately, for a band that has restraining orders against them (for reasons that you'll need to find yourself) their youtube video is not dressed to impress, the boys lack energy!!! Nonetheless, listen.






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deadfarmers@gmail.com

http://www.myspace.com/deadfarmers
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dead-Farmers/68378207720#!/pages/Dead-Farmers/68378207720?sk=info

WILD INJUNS

In a classic fashion, WILD INJUNS have found a place on this fuzzed out shelf. Initially FROM THE SUN, WILD INJUNS burn a harmonious cry-baby-I-don't-care-I'm fucking-lazy-pout into the ear's pallet (metaphorically). Yes, harmonious. This 3 piece sound slings around some seductive trashy garage tunes. If you can't imagine it and just can't bring yourself to clicking on the iconic sideways triangle to the left, then picture your three year old cousin running circles around you and singing a taunting little diddy because you don't care enough to stop them from wasting all of their energy on a menial task. The band's front-man (another mysterious fucking band. You'd think that you'd give a little information in case someone wanted to write about you.) starts the release with a b grade horrorfilm scream, and continues to scatter his yelps and yips throughout the 7 tracks. The delay and echo in the second track, 'Dance With Me,' sends listeners to either a time when they themselves had a little pink or green echo microphone, or to a magical 50s high school dance underwater. In fact, the general attitude of WILD INJUNS - WILD INJUNS puts its audience in a greased-up hall with dirty floors, poodle skirts, and ducktail slicks; that is until you reach "OH Sophia." The mood changes from a sensible drunken time at the dirty-sock hop, to a grungy mod BYOB warehouse party where horizontal stripes and leather ankle boots become a blur across the beer, blood, and sweat stained cement floor.




PS The band has two separate uploads of this release, one at
http://fromthesun.bandcamp.com/album/wild-injuns
another at
http://wildinjuns.bandcamp.com/album/demo

EYES BEHIND

Eyes Behind, fronted by ex-Pussy Patrol's Marriette(no last name....go figure) and accompanied by drummer Zaza and keyboard-er Oliver, drag their grunge and psychedelic energy from track to track with catchy-minimalistic-fuzzed-out bass, tantalizing droned guitar riffs, and smashing drum beats. Searching through the cracks and crevices of the inter-web, Eyes Behind can be found on Heia Sun at Paris' Collectif Tralala--at least we are told it's from Paris; though, entirely beside the point-- and at good ol' Myspace. They aren't on last.fm...yet. Through the collective energies of MySpace and that cute bandcamp player to the left, the band only has seven audio samples on the internet. Check out the video, check out the tunes, and order their self-titled release through Heia Sun's e.mail, because it's the only way you're going to get this 10-track ear candy.








helloheiasun@gmail.com
http://heiasun.bandcamp.com/album/eyes-behind-eyes-behind-heia002
http://www.myspace.com/malatangmachine
http://collectif-tralala.com