This week’s submission comes to us from the desk of Wheeeeeeee’s lo-fi-phile Speck. Today we offer you San Diego’s favorite sons, Crocodiles and their track Sunday off of their 2012 release Endless Flowers. The bleary guitars pair nicely with this damp, cold Friday. Chin up though, sounds like snow’s coming soon! Have a great weekend everyone.
Want to get an up close look at these fellas? Come the Arlene’s Grocery tonight at 7pm. This can be our first official Wheeeeeeee meet up! Dan and I will be the ones sipping rail whiskey trying to steady ourselves on our stools as the band plays on.
Today’s track (it’s actually a whole 7″) comes to us courtesy of loyal PCF listener (we have no idea what he does with himself the rest of the week) Speck. The band is Monorchid and this is their 1996 self-titled release. In the Speck’s own words, “Beat this riff. I dare ya. Divide and separate! Christ Thompson is a legend!” Thanks for the cut, now you kids get out there and enjoy your Friday! Don’t stay inside beating your riff all night.
Today’s PCF come to us from White Mystery and their track Good Girl off their album Blood & Venom. A rare treat here at PCF as this is a live performance, though live might not be the word I’d use to describe it. I’m 99% sure the wallflower in the glasses was in his room alone and wished hard enough to have the band magically appear to play a set right between his fish tank and stack of Fangoria magazines. Maybe if I wish hard enough we can get this weekend started already. Shhh…I need total silence. Thanks.
A true artist poses questions that provoke thought. So the the question I’d like to leave you with is whether or not The Headcoats jam Art or Arse is—well, you know. It’s art stupid because yeah, that’s right! Have a culturally enriching weekend y’all.
This demo from Perfect Pussy‘s demo titled I Have Lost All Desire for Feeling is about as raw and in your face as you could want on a crisp Friday such as this. Man, I feel like I reference the weather a lot in these posts. I should look into that. Enjoy!
This week’s PCF has got to go to RIFF RAFF by way of Steve-O’s recommend. I have no words. Except maybe Salisbury Steak Sweater. Yeah, those words…
Hat tip of course to Steve Hutch
This week brings us this punchy gem titled Lonely Boy by King Khan & BBQ Show off of their 2009 release, Invisible Girl. Just a little something to make you jump around and say hooray for Friday. Do you really need anything more? Sure you do, but what am I your goddamn life coach? You need something? Go out there and get it tonight!
Today’s track goes out to my partner in crumbs who, as many of you may have noticed has been doing a hell of a job here at Wheeeeeeee while I try to get through a kind of hectic period. But enough about me and my whining! Bring on John Wesley Coleman III and the aptly titled song My Friend Dan off of his 2010 release Bad Lady Goes to Jail. Here’s to you amigo, and hoping we can catch a puck in the grill tomorrow in the BK. The rest of you? Go apple picking or some other activity that serves as an excuse to air out all those unwashed light jackets left in your never-been-sealed vacuum activated storage bags that smell like a wet book of matches.
Basement. Garage. Whatever dingy room you assign to this sound will do just fine. Sometimes short and sweet is the best recipe for success, just ask the Ramones. This is a lesson not lost on The Beets and the opening track Cold Lips off of their 2011 release Stay Home which clocks in a 1:18. I could say something about this being a subtle reminder about the fleeting nature of weekends but — Hell, I will say that and call it a day!
I love this song right now. Is that enough of a reason to make it a PCF? You bet your wah-wah pedal it is! I dare you not to like this track titled Gay Human Bones form Harlem. Go on…SEE?!! Happy Friday you doubting Thomas, you.
Quoth the Pitchfork:
“A garage band studied in the ways of Nuggets but clearly enamored with Pixies, they are committed to crafting bubblegum choruses flavored with booze and cigarettes.”
YUM! Thank you to Barry for turning me on to this.
Well folks, as my dear mother would say, Summer’s all over but the crankin’. And from everyone here at Internet HQ, we hope you had a sweet-ass vernal party these past few months, and are poised for one last big hurrah this weekend—the Laboriest of all weekends. We’ll be rooting for ya, whilst bobbing our heads subling to the golden synths and silky voice of Mr. Don Henley.