Here’s a new segment I’m gonna start called Record Store Field Trips. Despite constant jeering from various life cohorts, I still have yet to subscribe to the whole downloading ways of life when it comes to music. Or anything else. Yes, I still get all fluttery when I decide to go to the record store to hunt and discover. Sure, sometimes shit sucks. But sometimes you end up stumbling (nay, blossoming) over your new favorite band. I love it. I also don’t have an iphone so I can’t really check out albums to be safe and satisfied and ultimately bored by the lack of adventure. There’s my rant, and here’s what I bought today at Amoeba Records on Haight Street in San Francisco!:
Self Titled
V.M.L. Records 1997
This shit’s rad. Its a re-release of the very first wonderful garbage that they recorded back in the glorious year of 1987. I love this band and I’ve been listening to them since I was wee. I can’t really connect with some of their poppier stuff anymore but this old crap is quite awesome. Just fast, short, to the point yell-y punk rock. Woooo!
The Woods
Sub-Pop Records 2005
This is my first Sleater Kinney album. I know. I’m a late blooming dorkus. Candice has played them for me though and I’ve always meant to add them to my repertoire. They fucking rule it. There’s few things better than an angelic voice serenading upon some fist-pumping distorted rock. This album’s really good and I look forward to hearing more. It’s the kind of originality that makes you curious, intrigued, and appreciative, as in doing somersaults in your own personal mosh pit.
The Politics of Time
SST Records 1984
I like shit from that awkward era of punk rock in the mid-80’s. An era that was notoriously devoid of very much goodness happening in the grey-lined genre of punk rock. But you listen to an album like this, a collection of live recordings, and it’s easy to wish you weren’t a total square in the 80’s. Me? I was two years old. How fucking square is that? Anyway, I love all the shit that Mike Watt does. This album’s rad. Got it on vinyl cause I’m hecka tight like that.
Bad Reputation
Vertigo Records 1977
You know that guy you know who doesn’t like Thin Lizzy? Liar! That guy doesn’t exist!
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