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releases July 19, 2019
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Gonks - Hot Sick Vile And Fun
Galore - Lemon Tea
Toyota - Why
David Novick - Common Tern
Blue Ocean - Love
Bozmo - Hobby Job
Cindy - Book in Heaven
Bruce Ackley - Carlos The Uber Driver
Galore - Shiver
Rays - California
Tony Jay - The Ballad Of...
April Magazine - Always
Preschool - Sad Girl Hours
Well Read Seals - Anywhere But Here
Bruce Ackley - Helena Handbasket
Grace Cashmere (Grace Sings Sludge) - I Waited
Advice Gurus - Bad Advice
This is a modest selection of the great
and often weird new art happening in San
Francisco now, in this era, that i saw during a
small personal odyssey through a San
Francisco musical underground that has been
flourishing despite a total corporate coup of
Toyota, defying categories, a twisted
Carl Stalling meets Devo sound while asking
the eternal question “why?” sits next to an
accapella from the Gonks: “I was in a hit and
run… I felt hot and sick and done, vile humans
ruin fun…. Hot, sick, vile and fun/ but I still
believe in love…”
Onwards the odyssey goes to the afterworld fingerpicking masterpiece of David Novick to Galore, delivering casual masterpieces of simplicity, conjuring Marine Girls covering VU…
Amongst so many nail on head lyrics in this record, Bozmo’s outstanding song Hobby Job is a
wry, bull’s-eye take on first world problems of the rich and privileged class, “She was born rich, and she couldn’t decide what would be a better use of our time, datin Dj’s wasn’t doin it for her anymore and she needed some sign / should she heal the world with yoga? /should she try to make it sober? / she needs a hobby job / something dad can get behind/ something that’s less then part time…” this song is total genius.
Onwards to the band Cindy, “You think you know me from somewhere…we won’t know each other this time…. I look past you, you look past me… I could look back but I don’t have to, cause I knew you in the primordial ooze.” HEAVY non time one eyed seer beyond the temporal into the eternal void/love type lyrics...
A giant FORSALE sign materialized above the city a while back and panic hit the streets. Those who didn't make money and success their number one god were immediately expelled; others went willingly, their exodus a final act of defiance. Others metamorphosed into the very tech marauders that sacked their city. But some just stayed the same and went
underground. Finally the giant hovering sign dropped and smashed into the city. pseudo cabs like bugs crawled out of every crevice, gift shops replaced corner stores, record shops became boutiques, recording studios became music spas for businessmen, computer halls
replaced clubs, lulu lemon pants replaced clothes, beards replaced faces! technology replaced lifealogy! cats replaced dogs! digital sticks replaced cigarettes! also Nazis showed up…! On the entire urban regurgitation went! a veritable cultural epoch! A brainswell of dire magnitude! A living societal exploding aneurism! The city was FRIED by manevelent techno
zombific telekinetic messages: live for likes! argue with everyone! said the message. But underneath the gigantic for sale sign that crushed into the houses, buildings, neighborhoods and streets, bands still make personal, original, slanted, mixed up, meaningful music and sometimes bizarre and fine art.
This is just one field report.