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meth.jpgMETH TEETH

Dreamy folk-like rock, four songs worth, fairly low-fi with some electric/acoustic interplay, ramshackle rhythm section. Very ethereal, hazy kind of hippie-ish vibing, heavy touches of psych involved as well. Really natural sounding, I'm sure that means nothing to you, but I mean it has a outdoors-country sort of thing going on, a real homespun quality...I don't want to say jug-band-like, but it definitely has an eerily lit sitting-around-the-campfire feel and/or laying in the hot grass while the sun warms your face and pushes you toward daydream moments...perhaps a stream nearby, flowing quiet and lazy as it erodes the stone, the faintest hum of the gears moving inside the earth...but not as earth-mother corny as I just made it sound.

Origem: Portland, USA
Editora: Woodsist

fresh.jpgTHE FRESH & ONLYS

The San Francisco area has no shortage of amazing garage/psych/pop bands. The Fresh & Onlys are one of the latest, having only been together for about a year but have quickly become ones to watch with an onslaught of releases on a variety of labels like Chuffed (Kelley Stoltz's new label), John Dwyer's Castle Face, and Seattle's Dirty Knobby, as well as upcoming platters on HoZac and Woodsist. (They stay busy.) Founders Tim Cohen and Shayde Sartin are no strangers to bands, though, having spent time in Black Fiction and the Skygreen Leopards, respectively... among many others.

Origem: San Francisco, USA
Editora: Woodsist

kurt.jpgKURT VILE

Philly singer-songwriter Kurt Vile is an interesting anomaly. On the one hand, he's totally at home in the recent wave of no-fi eardrum-abusers. He records all his stuff at home and seemingly through a couple of layers of blankets, Woodsist reissued his 2008 debut album Constant Hitmaker, and his name sounds absolutely disgusting even if it is his honest-to-God birth name. On the other hand, he's perfectly capable of cranking out gorgeous windows-down car-radio jams like the recently BNMed track "Freeway"; the title of that debut album may not have been entirely sarcastic.

Origem: Philadelphia, USA
Editora: Testoster Tunes

realestate.jpgREAL ESTATE

Everything's coming up Jersey. Real Estate have roots in the Garden State and they're led by singer/guitarist Martin Courtney and feature guitarist Matthew Mondanile (the latter known to some for his work in Ducktails). They've played shows with both Vivian Girls and Titus Andronicus, but "Black Lake", from their debut 7", doesn't sound much like either of those bands (who also don't much sound like each other). Instead, it's a fuzzy, sweetly simple sea chantey (or in this case, I guess a "lake chantey") that reminds you of how awesome that last bonfire of the summer was, until the cops showed up and you had to run for your life. The song wafts in on a slinky bassline playing all by its lonesome, and then a sleepwalking slide guitar (ready for a couples-only dance on prom night), tapping cymbals, and Courtney's reverbed voice complete the picture, leaving plenty of open space to stick your head inside of. "Black Lake" is a jangly, hazy slice of nostalgia for those of us who still have love for America's forgotten playground.

Origem: New Jersey, USA
Editora: Woodsist

fruitsand.pngFRUIT SAND

Lately, there's been a growing trend in noise pop/psuedo-punk/60s throwback mixed with trash culture/shitgaze or whatever. Many hipsters are eager to throw away those dusty old "compact discs" in favor of vinyl and tapes from new, noisy bands. Many have sprung up within the last year or so; however, there is one project out there, unique in the fact that the ratio of noise to pop is about 5:1, Carter Mullin's band Fruit Sand. Be aware that this is VERY heavy stuff -- it's not all sun 'n' surf here. Carter is not late to the game: he was making noisy music before most people even decided they needed to sound like the epitome of "noise pop." Rather than fuzz, Carter's songs are buried in midrange thrash and the guitars saw through the mix, blasting into your ear canal with blunt force. Trashy UFO Dreambag is filled with thrashing, melodic songs that range from hints of power-pop (see "Nothing Makes Sense") to harsh sonic endurance tests. It's pretty damn impressive stuff, considering that his focus on texture makes contemporaries pale in comparison. The guitar tones bleed into each other, creating a seamless, droning flow in the vein of Lovesliescrushing, and Trashy UFO Dreambag is a nice way to remind yourself that buzzing amps should lead to buzzing ears.

Origem: Oakland, USA
Editora: Cat Dirt

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