Butter Cow of Doom
Like everybody else in the world right now, I'm on a huge vinyl binge (bands & promotional outlets: please stop sending cds and sent lps instead, yes I mean it, k thx bye). So t'other day I stop by Bull City Records and I start snappin up anything that looks interesting. Used Joe Walsh album? Yes thank you. Random 7"s with pretty labels? Gimme gimme! And so it was that I ran across a handscreened-and-painted LP by a band called Ganglion, which is a decent enough name, and I noticed that the screenprint on the cover was an image of Mr. Howard Philips Lovecraft, whose face is totally one of the scariest-lookin things ever. Get in the pile Ganglion you're comin with me.
Two days later I'm far enough through the stack to listen to the Ganglion album. Holy fucking shit! These guys are from Minneapolis and they sound like they are pissed off about it. Singer is up on the early-90s screaming-at-mom-because-she-fucked-up-the-French-toast emo style. No not that kind of emo you worthless piece of shit. The other kind. Remember Gravity Records? No I didn't think you did. I'll be right back I gotta go put my head in the oven.
OK so anyhow I put on the Ganglion album and it completely starts rocking my damn world all the way to Hell, where Satan rules with all his blinded slaves. Clean guitar sound pushing jumpy clean guitar lines, no-nonsense bass that doesn't overdo the overdrive, creative drummer flexin great chops real hard but not spazzy, seriously you gotta hear the little Ginger Baker fill he does on this jam "Harvest," it's just this little tiny roll, you wouldn't notice it if you weren't listening to the album for the second time in a row just to focus on the drumming. And which you still wouldn't notice most of the time because Cream does not ever sound like Gogogoairheart with a Sam McPheeters fan on vocals, whereas Ganglion occasionally does. Except that GGGAH (that's right we're abbreviatin one-word band names up in here, don't even fuck with us) gets dubby and stuff while Ganglion they're just post-punkin on into the night, and the night is on fire, everybody's lookin for their baby fuck where did the kid go, it's gonna be really bad if I come home from the convenience store without the kid, that's the kinda shit you can't live down. The feeling in the store when you realize the kid really is gone? This is how the singer from Ganglion feels all the time.
Record is solid. MRR review on their Myspace pretty much nails it. Weird, right? Anyway. Album is on splatter-grey vinyl and sounds awesome, and is on a label from Cary, which is right down the street from me. Only if you go to the URL listed on the flyer that comes with the LP you end up at what appears to actually be a porn site, not the home page of some cool-ass label that put out a really awesome album with cool handmade covers. Nice work guys. Nice work on the album and on letting your domain expire so some dude could use it to park useless generic porn links for which they're probably paying him like .25 cents a click, which amounts to zero cents a day. Welcome to the new economy. Head for the cellar this shit's goin up. The end.
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