Tuesday, 8 February 2011
Play Four Songs EP Reviews
Just came across some PFS EP reviews on the weird wild web today. May have seen two of them before but here goes... Banana image added as i've started eating banana's and listening to the Velvets quite a lot lately...
Friday, September 10, 2010 Cheap Freaks "Play Four Songs" (Big Neck) Ridiculously potent 60s-ish/70s-ish garage punk from Dublin that's doublin' my pleasure by being twice as good as anything else I've heard this week. Genuinely good garage rock is hard to describe in words other than to say, this record gets it totally right. Freakin' awesome!
Ripple Effect review:
Cheap Freaks – Play Four Songs Speaking of garage fuzz, the Cheap Freaks come along right on cue. Coming from Dublin, the Cheap Freaks add a touch of quasi-psychedelia, a la the 13th Floor Elevators to their sonic attack. “Caesar the deceiver” tosses some odd guitar touches into the guttural pulp mix and a hefty dose of “Hurly Burly” chops. 1984 rocks with a caveman-pounding-his-mate intensity. “Nowhere to Go,” revs up the speed-inhalation with a nasty dose of poppers, whiskey and cheap wine. Guitars go in furious circles while the vocals chop through the fuzz. “Something Wrong,” sounds like an outtake from some 1960’s beach movie on really bad speed and acid. It’s all enough to give Annette Funicello hives. Total lo-fi, garage slop noise. It’s punky. It’s fuzzed. Of course it’s from Big Neck Records. A definite hit for the like minded. Call me one.
Centred round half of Dublin four-piece The Things, who seem to have gone the way of asbestos garages since reviewed in these hallowed dark spaces, these leak out from a similar vein but infuse a more soulful destitution than their previus outfits farfisa-fi-fi-finery. After yours stuly started it off at the wrong speed & almost succumbing to the Vanilla Fudge fumage it hits with a psychogarage stomp of slack-jawed but inspiredly wired intensity with Caesar The Deceiver discarding some superbly sparkly & dypsodelic dysfunctional guitar grunk, 1984 is a trash-can blue moon rattler while Nowhere To Go careens cross city boundaries with kerbstones as plectrums chauffering Chuck Berry to hustle The Heartbreakers territory for some payback. Closer Something Wrong laces lacerated Southside, almost Sylvain-ian soul & Mink Deville swagger into the spirited mix for a walk on the window ledge of the psychward - a tumultuous conclusion full of gloriously gruesome guitar gristle & vocal caterwauling. Grab your warder by the cuffs.
Play Four Songs: 7”
Wham—really plucky fast start makes me think of a ‘60s psych vibe with real motivation. “Nowhere to Go” starts the flipside ripping. No reason to sit on your ass when you can get the song blasting right away. Bada bada bada bop! Bada bada bada bop! Whaaaoo! Shit yeah, let’s do this. Lo-fi garage that pays the bill. –Speedway Randy (Big Neck, bigneckrecords.com)