Thighs Total Dejection cassette
Sonic weirdos, check this one out. Boston art-damaged misfits take traditional rock, no wave, and sound collage and transform them into eleven short mini-skronk epics. Churning loops of baritone sax weave around spoken and shrieked tag-team vocals. My brain picks up signals from the CONTORTIONS, ERASE ERRATA, and MORPHINE mixed with a little Poly Styrene vocal spice. “City Incinerator” and “Humans” are warbly ’50s rock throwbacks like jukebox 45s distorted from melting in the back seat of a hot car. More playful than, say, TEENAGE JESUS AND THE JERKS, but just as confounding upon first listen. Great tape. Catch them live never because these rascals already broke up!