Hitch A Ride In My Wetsuit.

JAN AND DEAN


What kind of music is one meant to listen to during the winter time? Is it the cold, dark folk of someone like thinguma*jigSaw to reflect and amplify the present world and chill your bones even more? Or maybe something like Sung Tongs where the guitars crunch like the leaves underfoot and the heartstopping melodies wrap themselves around you like a body sock; the breakaway yellows in a palette of autumnal browns. Then again, perhaps the most ideal music is the least befitting? Bouncy, fun, summertime pop which, when coupled with closed eyes, will help you slip away to the beach for five minutes? Fuck it, a combination of all three suits me down to the ground thank you very much! But I've been finding the latter style to be the most agreeable S.A.D. combattant as of late, largely in the form of the greatest hits of hunky Beach Boys seed-planters Jan and Dean.

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Life Is A Rollercoaster, Just Gotta Ride It (All Night Long).

ANDY'S AIRPORT OF LOVE


The closing track - and highlight - of 'Ballad of the Aleutian Sea Otter' is entitled Old Wooden Rollercoaster. Far be it from someone writing about music to pull a dumb metaphor out of his hole (sorry, I mean "apropos of nothing"), I won't bother suggesting that this debut "album" from Andy's Airport of Love (all 7.3 minutes of it!) is somewhat akin to a ride on a rickety wooden coaster. Perhaps Blackpool Pleasure Beach's Grand National? Over seventy years old and with the erratic track eroding away from beneath you, your only security on the thing is a flimsy seatbelt which is as if it's been digested and regurgitated by the herd of horses which the uncomfortably jerky carts are supposed to mimic. But this noisy old lo-fi rollercoaster is no less thrilling despite all of this, as you unpredictably careen around the theme park, all the time jeering the opposing train racing alongside you, even with the niggling fear in your mind that smashing your face off of the steel bar in front of you is a very viable possibility.

But yeah...

Here are eight songs, each one clutching onto the 60-second mark for dear life, always swooping, drooping, clipping, tripping and concluding far too soon (LIKE A ROLLERCOASTER!!!!!!!). Just thank Jehovah that this record doesn't come with a "no repeat rides" sign.

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"Zip him back up, he sucks!"

TRIPPING DAISY: I AM AN ELASTIC FIRECRACKER


Here's another review which was originally written for the first issue of 'Underground Wires'. All of the albums reviewed within the zine were released in 1995 and were thus required to be written about from the perspective of one stuck in the dead centre of the nineties.

Nuts!

THE MACADAMIA BROTHERS


Continuing the trend of misleadingly named "bands" on Rack and Ruin Records, The Macadamia Brothers consists of Canuckman Scott and... nobody else; not his sibling, nor a fellow friar. In fact, not even he is a friar!