Attack of the Ripple Bursts - Featuring The Cold Beat, Cancer Killing Gemini, Daniel G. Harmann & The Trouble Starts, Shades of Rhythm, Dragontears, and Shuteye Unison
So much music to catch up with:
Here’s a quick snapshot of what’s spinning in the Ripple CD player.
The Cold Beat - Get Safe
Hailing from Allston, MA, The Cold Beat could be defined as a sleeves-rolled up, working class, roots-level indy rock band with an arm full of punk tattoos. Having delved deeply into their recently released split 7”, I eagerly anticipated Get Safe, the trio’s first long player, and I wasn’t disappointed. Think of the Replacements as your starting point, throw them into a beat up 1957 Mercury driving through the heartland of the USA, toss in some punk spittle and snot and a touch of emo energy and what arrives at its destination is a rousing album full of urgent modern anthems. Melodies are never overlooked amongst the clashing guitars and wild-eyed bass and drums. Never is this more clear than on the album stunner, “Copper Green,” with it’s clear Replacements-spawned verses and sing-along chorus. There’s even a chunk of the Gin Blossoms here, if they’d grown up with a love of punk. Nothing safe here, just good rock and roll.
Buy here mp3: Get Safe
Cancer Killing Gemini – It Only Hurts When We Breathe
In this post-Nine Inch Nails world, it’s hard to be an industrial band without falling upon the common comparisons. Trent Reznor cast such a long shadow. But Cancer Killing Gemini are just the band to crawl out from underneath that shadow, forge ahead, and create shadows all their own. Sure we got the requisite percolating synths, the synthetic throbbing bass, and walls-upon-walls of distorted guitars. But CKG don’t stop there. Mix in some truly captivating melodies, a sense of drama and cinematic scope, a willingness to experiment with tempo, and a dirty grunge edge, and you’ll get a feeling for It Only Hurts When We Breathe. I can think of no logical reason that lead track “Christcontrol,” shouldn’t lead-off every Industrial compilation or radio station for years to come. The song is absolutely addictive. The rest of the album follows suit, with gems like “Prescription Drugs.” Industrial fans, check it.
Buy here mp3: It only hurts when we breathe
Buy here: It only hurts when we breathe
Daniel G. Harmann & The Trouble Starts – Risk
Lately, I’ve been listening to a lot of Japan, particularly their later period stuff, which coincidentally put me into a perfect frame of mind to enjoy Risk. Daniel G. Harmann & The Trouble Starts delve into moody, lush, atmospheric pop with the same aplomb as Japan or Blue Nile, never sacrificing listenability or becoming too full of themselves. This is serious music, not because it dwells in its own self-importance but serious in the intent, the rigor and the craftsmanship. Ambient passages collide with noisepop, breathy vocals bleed into delicate piano chords. Crashing guitars explode and disappear at a moments notice. Moody, atmospheric drone,art pop at it’s finest. Japan’s been gone for far too long now. Nice to have Daniel Harmann & the Trouble Starts here to fill the void.
Buy here: Risk
Buy here mp3: Risk
Shades of Rhythm – Shades of Rhythm (Extacy Edition)
Another killer reissue from the vaults of ZTT, sure to please even the most hardened dance/club fan. Right around the late 80’s and early ‘90’s, the dance, club, warehouse rave scene exploded in London. I was there, living near King’s Cross for a spell in 1989, and it was impossible not to get caught up in the frenzy created by some of these dynamite dance-music collectives like Soul II Soul. Shades of Rhythm jumped into that fray releasing platter after platter of rave-inducing, dancefloor madness. Hyperkinetic rhythms, inspired piano, and a generous helping of joy fueled Shades’ rise up the charts. Here, you’ll relive those heady days when a happy face, a thumping bass really were the sign of a loving race. “Sweet Sensation is here as are some true dance, proto-lounge masterpieces like “Shakers,” and “Lonely Days, Lonely Nights.” If you’re a dance fan, this two-disc deluxe edition is sure to put a smile on your face.
Buy here: Shades of Rhythm (Extacy Edition)
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Dragontears – Turn On, Tune In, Fuck Off!!
Another demented masterpiece from the heavily fuzzed mind of Lorenzo Woodrose, mastermind behind Baby Woodrose. Here, the THC’d-one cranks the fuzz quotient up to ‘11’ and unleashes 6 masterful garage-psych fuzz sunbursts. Both hands dip deep into the candybowl of multi-colored pills as Dragontears unleash this 40-minute headtrip, the band’s farewell statement. If you find that guitars simply can not swirl enough to satisfy your tastes, if garage rock can’t crunch enough to fill your belly, have we got a treat for you. Huge looping bass runs, crunchy guitars, crackling percussion and enough left over, second hand smoke to light up the nation. Turn on, tune in, fuck off!!
Buy here mp3: Turn On Tune In Fuck Off [Explicit]
Shuteye Unison – Our Future Selves
It’s fitting that Shuteye Unison’s killer new disc arrived on my desk as the autumn rains began their torrential attack. Two years ago, I included Shuteye’s amazing self-titled debut in my Autumn Listening Guide. Then, the delicate, dreamy, indy pop reminded me of a pensive walking through a changing colorful landscape. But this autumn is different. Winds are blowing, rain is pounding. And seeming to match that, Our Future Selves finds Shuteye Unison taking a far more aggressive stance. Crunchy guitars kick off “Be Kimball,” with a violent sense of foreboding, bringing in a charging post-punk, post-Fugazi groove far and away from the introspective self-titled debut. But rest assured, Shuteye Unison aren't content to leave it there. Our Future Selves acts like a reconnaissance mission though the badlands of indy pop. At times lush and atmospheric, at times dense and mean, and at times sprawling and droning, Our Future Selves is and album for listening. Don’t think about putting this one on by the fire and ignoring it while you play monopoly. Our Future Selves demands your attention. It grabs your inner ear, your brain, and your imagination and insists you go on the journey with them. What waits around the next corner is a mystery until you actually approach it, and still, it seems to change with each listen. A remarkable album.
Buy here mp3: Our Future Selves
Here’s a quick snapshot of what’s spinning in the Ripple CD player.
Hailing from Allston, MA, The Cold Beat could be defined as a sleeves-rolled up, working class, roots-level indy rock band with an arm full of punk tattoos. Having delved deeply into their recently released split 7”, I eagerly anticipated Get Safe, the trio’s first long player, and I wasn’t disappointed. Think of the Replacements as your starting point, throw them into a beat up 1957 Mercury driving through the heartland of the USA, toss in some punk spittle and snot and a touch of emo energy and what arrives at its destination is a rousing album full of urgent modern anthems. Melodies are never overlooked amongst the clashing guitars and wild-eyed bass and drums. Never is this more clear than on the album stunner, “Copper Green,” with it’s clear Replacements-spawned verses and sing-along chorus. There’s even a chunk of the Gin Blossoms here, if they’d grown up with a love of punk. Nothing safe here, just good rock and roll.
Buy here mp3: Get Safe
In this post-Nine Inch Nails world, it’s hard to be an industrial band without falling upon the common comparisons. Trent Reznor cast such a long shadow. But Cancer Killing Gemini are just the band to crawl out from underneath that shadow, forge ahead, and create shadows all their own. Sure we got the requisite percolating synths, the synthetic throbbing bass, and walls-upon-walls of distorted guitars. But CKG don’t stop there. Mix in some truly captivating melodies, a sense of drama and cinematic scope, a willingness to experiment with tempo, and a dirty grunge edge, and you’ll get a feeling for It Only Hurts When We Breathe. I can think of no logical reason that lead track “Christcontrol,” shouldn’t lead-off every Industrial compilation or radio station for years to come. The song is absolutely addictive. The rest of the album follows suit, with gems like “Prescription Drugs.” Industrial fans, check it.
Buy here mp3: It only hurts when we breathe
Buy here: It only hurts when we breathe
Lately, I’ve been listening to a lot of Japan, particularly their later period stuff, which coincidentally put me into a perfect frame of mind to enjoy Risk. Daniel G. Harmann & The Trouble Starts delve into moody, lush, atmospheric pop with the same aplomb as Japan or Blue Nile, never sacrificing listenability or becoming too full of themselves. This is serious music, not because it dwells in its own self-importance but serious in the intent, the rigor and the craftsmanship. Ambient passages collide with noisepop, breathy vocals bleed into delicate piano chords. Crashing guitars explode and disappear at a moments notice. Moody, atmospheric drone,art pop at it’s finest. Japan’s been gone for far too long now. Nice to have Daniel Harmann & the Trouble Starts here to fill the void.
Buy here: Risk
Buy here mp3: Risk
Shades of Rhythm – Shades of Rhythm (Extacy Edition)
Another killer reissue from the vaults of ZTT, sure to please even the most hardened dance/club fan. Right around the late 80’s and early ‘90’s, the dance, club, warehouse rave scene exploded in London. I was there, living near King’s Cross for a spell in 1989, and it was impossible not to get caught up in the frenzy created by some of these dynamite dance-music collectives like Soul II Soul. Shades of Rhythm jumped into that fray releasing platter after platter of rave-inducing, dancefloor madness. Hyperkinetic rhythms, inspired piano, and a generous helping of joy fueled Shades’ rise up the charts. Here, you’ll relive those heady days when a happy face, a thumping bass really were the sign of a loving race. “Sweet Sensation is here as are some true dance, proto-lounge masterpieces like “Shakers,” and “Lonely Days, Lonely Nights.” If you’re a dance fan, this two-disc deluxe edition is sure to put a smile on your face.
Buy here: Shades of Rhythm (Extacy Edition)
Dragontears – Turn On, Tune In, Fuck Off!!Another demented masterpiece from the heavily fuzzed mind of Lorenzo Woodrose, mastermind behind Baby Woodrose. Here, the THC’d-one cranks the fuzz quotient up to ‘11’ and unleashes 6 masterful garage-psych fuzz sunbursts. Both hands dip deep into the candybowl of multi-colored pills as Dragontears unleash this 40-minute headtrip, the band’s farewell statement. If you find that guitars simply can not swirl enough to satisfy your tastes, if garage rock can’t crunch enough to fill your belly, have we got a treat for you. Huge looping bass runs, crunchy guitars, crackling percussion and enough left over, second hand smoke to light up the nation. Turn on, tune in, fuck off!!
Buy here mp3: Turn On Tune In Fuck Off [Explicit]
Shuteye Unison – Our Future SelvesIt’s fitting that Shuteye Unison’s killer new disc arrived on my desk as the autumn rains began their torrential attack. Two years ago, I included Shuteye’s amazing self-titled debut in my Autumn Listening Guide. Then, the delicate, dreamy, indy pop reminded me of a pensive walking through a changing colorful landscape. But this autumn is different. Winds are blowing, rain is pounding. And seeming to match that, Our Future Selves finds Shuteye Unison taking a far more aggressive stance. Crunchy guitars kick off “Be Kimball,” with a violent sense of foreboding, bringing in a charging post-punk, post-Fugazi groove far and away from the introspective self-titled debut. But rest assured, Shuteye Unison aren't content to leave it there. Our Future Selves acts like a reconnaissance mission though the badlands of indy pop. At times lush and atmospheric, at times dense and mean, and at times sprawling and droning, Our Future Selves is and album for listening. Don’t think about putting this one on by the fire and ignoring it while you play monopoly. Our Future Selves demands your attention. It grabs your inner ear, your brain, and your imagination and insists you go on the journey with them. What waits around the next corner is a mystery until you actually approach it, and still, it seems to change with each listen. A remarkable album.
Buy here mp3: Our Future Selves
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