White Reaper


Shit, you guys, I could not be more excited to spread the word about White Reaper, previously one of Louisville’s best kept secrets before their inevitable breakthrough earlier this year. I must admit that the pleasure is accompanied by that distinctly elitist pain I feel when other people start paying attention to one of “my” bands, but if you’re reading this you’re probably cool enough that I won’t begrudge you for discovering your new favorite rock ‘n’ roll band right here, right now. These goofballs aren’t even old enough to get into the bars they play at, but they sound like they’ve been cruising the circuit for ages. And like the very best in viral #content, their psychedelic two-chord approach singlehandedly #restoredmyfaith in the Power of Punk. “Cool” was the first song I ever heard by the Reap ‘cause it was the first track on their scorching 2012 demo tape, and it sounds even scuzzier and groovier in its latest iteration for the band’s Polyvinyl Record Company debut, which arrives June 24. Do yourself a favor and catch these cretins when they hop through your town on tour this summer, supporting fellow hometown heroes Young Widows.

• White Reaper: http://www.whitereaperusa.com
• Polyvinyl Record Company: https://www.polyvinylrecords.com/


“Need 2”

The last time Pinegrove released an EP, I listened to it on repeat for a few days in a row, while laboriously cropping gourmet sauces, canned vegetables, and the like, onto white backgrounds for a supermarket website. The four-track EP never seemed short, or repetitive, or tiresome – even after the 23 time playing it. Before long I had a bachelor’s degree in Pinegrove lyricology. Needless to say, Pinegrove makes me sweat.

The four-piece band just dropped Mixtape Two, a few days ago. Carrying on similar threads of their year-old, last release, Mixtape Two is auspicious and homely. Perhaps a result of hearing many of these songs played live before, each track leaves a distinct feeling of nostalgia, not necessarily of a specified instance, but globalized sense of tranquility. The last cut “Need 2” emanates an empowered subject, riding the current of self-subsistence over a deep sea of forgettables. It’s a beautiful track, worth blasting with the sunroof open; something to scream along to.

Catch Pinegrove on their US tour, with Tawny Peaks too!

• Pinegrove: http://pinegrove.bandcamp.com

John Chantler

“Dismantled Cabaret”

The typical way in which cattle/bulls communicate is through a high frequency rate of aural disruption. Thus, when these cattle herd, they communicate slightly, as each of their clouds of being are slightly touching those around them. However, if they grizzle up on the horn lock, deep topics of future land deterioration, crop areas that will thrive, gravitational drift and pull, mud to hide cleansing, etc. beings to flourish in conversation. To the untrained viewer, or shall I write listener, this conversation looks like playing or fighting; it looks as though it’s something simple and trite. However, there’s more that’s melding within the confines of these beings, and the less you really think about it by opening your mind and ears up to nothing much at all, the better a chance you’ll have of catching some of these bits of thought-sound.

John Chantler recently did a study in this via “Dismantled Cabaret.” Maybe. Actually, all that stuff about the cattle isn’t really true. Again, maybe. BUT this fresh cut off John Chantler’s newest album Even Clean Hands Damage The Work on Room 40 is some filthily inspired sound sludge. Imagine three contortionist avant dancers interpreting to “Dismantled Cabaret” while an audience just feasts on the most dissected foods cooked barely to a steam, and glares are at an all time crystallized glaze. So, if you’re thinking of staring into the abyss of some nasty layered drizzzzones, then grip the digital or clear limited vinyl copy of Even Clean Hands Damage The Work on Room 40 ASAP. There’s a conversation here:

• John Chantler: http://inventingzero.net
• Room 40: http://room40.org

Jerry Paper

“3D Dream (World Mix)”

I get it!! Math is beautiful and descriptive, and it’s the soul of the cell and all that good stuff, but jeez louise, it can be sooooo boring sometimes. In my mind, predictability is one of the worst human traits (next to stank feet), and math just lays out how predictable we all are.

Then again, when it’s done right, sometimes I just can’t get enough of that sweet, sweet math. Case in point: “3D Dream (World Mix)” by Jerry Paper. We all pretty much know what it’ll sound like even before we press play, but also know how sonically fulfilling it will be. “3D Dream (World Mix)” is a cut off of the forthcoming Jerry Paper LP BIG POP FOR CHAMELEON WORLD on Orange Milk Records, and it’s sure to help out with the in-desperate-need-of-some-moody-crooning section of your brain.

• Jerry Paper: https://jerrypaper.bandcamp.com
• Orange Milk Records: http://www.orangemilkrecords.com

Treasure Hunt


Well, upon Treasure Hunting the meaning for “Moutard,” while simultaneously listening to the acid-warped new track on Illuminated Paths, I found this little tid-bit. But “Moutard” is less a tiny-tot than what’s listed on http://en.bab.la ‘cause it brings that flayed mind mixture of beat-em-up body movement dancing and glitched out post-psychedelic electronica that hacks out mental states and returns brains with a sense of mystery. Thus, Treasure Hunt is sonically pulsing at your nodes to eventually mush your brain enough that everyday will feel unfamiliar and a scavenging of familiar but forgotten activities.

And actually, I heard from a SUPER reliable source that Treasure Hunt’s new release Hacker has been in the works for years now, goes “before it’s time” by fleshing out beyond OUR time NOW, and leaves a sizzle along visual horizons, yet the mystery, the ark, that Treasure Hunt is always on the other side. NOT from the reliable source, but what I’m thinking, is that Hacker had been HACKED into on Treasure Hunt’s computer, was fucked with, then HACKED AGAIN, fucked with, and then came back to Treasure Hunt, who fucked with it further, and now it’s the exquisite corpse it is today. I mean, maybe. I’d like to think of it as having gone through multiple stages of personality and eroded disorder. Either/or, scope the track “Moutard” by Treasure Hunt below, and grip the entire new digital OR CASSETTE (with two bonus tracks) of Hacker via Illuminated Paths.

• Treasure Hunt: http://www.treasurehuntmusic.com
• Illuminated Paths: http://illuminatedpaths.bandcamp.com


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