Burned minimal ROCK art sourced from Neither North Nor South, America -- recorded to 1/2" tape in Neither East Nor West, America over the course of an afternoon by a seemingly living person named Paul. White hot rhythm-and-Jazz Fry finance unit TROPICAL TRASH return tugged from the hound's jowl!

Big stuff here from some reasonable fellows. A personal brand of fairly physical Non-Agenda loud style music -- ropey poly-boogie on the no-frills end of one's contempo fire rock spectrum. These are modern guys finding out how to live in any way they please. No messages.

The discoverable instrumentation is a combo of adults on vocals, playing primarily one Guitar and also an Electric Bass with Full Size Child of a reasonable constitution on Drums. All of their names vary but those of the two executives.

One long player (Load Recs), three 7"s (this one + two previous EPs on Sophomore Lounge), a plume of tapes 'n' CDRs...the rest is endless. Freeform hard-scrabble to right-angle primary color tunes...paper crawling up the arm of the cop...a...uh...

A fine time!

D.E.N. FACTS:

R. CLINT COLBURN - VOX

R. DAVIS - BASS, GTR, KEYS, VOX

J. MARLOWE - GTR, VOX

L. BIM THOMAS - DRMS, GTR

TAPED BY P. MACCARRONE IN CLEVELAND

Available 3/17/17 via limited-edition 7" on Sophomore Lounge (w/ screen-printed jackets by the gentle folks at Kin Ship Goods)

01 Early Wish

02 Early Wish Pt 2

03 Exit Dust

04 Trouble Shot

01 New Flesh

02 DNA Smoke

03 UFO Rot

04 Hee Haw Collider

05 Vertical Gang

06 Fat Kids Wig

07 Leisure Exposè

08 Knowing

09 Pink Sweat

Between Kentucky's TROPICAL TRASH and your Heart, lies the Breast. The follow-up release to last year's Fear of Suffering debut 7", Think Back Kick A Beer breaks bread on the breastplate and lets the loins girt around about the truth, substituting hot air balloons for lungs and cajones for brains, magnetizing the crotch-to-ego spinal disc-chordal dipole while stoning the erogenous zones and breathing life and id back into the exhumed corpse of Classic Rock, and when we say Classic Rock we are reading out loud from the book of S.S.T. --- a G.Ginn and Sonic speedball kegel-clubbing affront to the American Mall Obese. Features dudes with the diplomatic immunity of Sapat membership and Louisville's Astro Black ambassadors of telepathic communications.

01 Tremblin In The Puspipe

02 Eggers Banquet

03 Drinking Mans Skab

04 Ritual Bath

Louisville band, Louisville label; debut single. Kentucky's rejoinder to the MX-80 Messthetical Sound. Cold-Cerberus suzuki's the Pilate(s)-Paunch, breathing fleshy light into familiar famials: Andrew Cyrille builds an aerial-drone of The Fall, Derek Bailey brushes the congressional hat of the Killed By Death Squad, Wisconsin-Churchill-Drunker-Than-900-Dollars tanks a German amphetamine bunker. When we "post-rock", we circumnavigate the circumcised blanched-branch dressing of the shoe-gazer, and instead protend the protuberant tumescence of the non-paint-by-numbers approach to punk-rock-koans, a la the SST grass-mafia, and then we arrive at one of many trunk doors of Tropical Trash perception. Some of these skinny young men also dig glorious ditches in the Sapat hermit-kingdom labor camps. Sheaved in a sprastic-Pettibone inspired screen print.

01 Baltimore

02 False Crypt

02 Pentagram Ring Finger

04 Raw Mind

05 Burning Ghost