girl punk; electronic; 60s girl group; teenage schoolgirls; something to do with the beach; grunge; surf pop; surfer punk; late 70s/early 80s DIY post-punk
Ssh. Don’t tell anyone. They can be our personal secret pop crush.
So here we are again. Back in Athens, GA. A town rich with an embarrassment of melody and weirdness.
I used to love their scratchy, fragile, poignant, personal music. They always seemed like scurrying little creatures bringing light to the deepest shadows.
Trixie’s Big Red Motorbike were so twee they were beyond twee.
This is the greatest hidden music you’ll encounter all year. Five hundred songs, and I haven’t yet found one I don’t think is less than magical.
“Each time we play live we always repeat the magic words ‘punk rock, punk rock’ to each other just to reminds ourselves why we’re here”
Slightly taken aback by the number of re-Tweets about this series, so I thought I’d post the second issue up now rather than wait a few days. (Once again, if you can’t be bothered to read all the words that follow, the link to the download is at the bottom.)
There’s a new Dolly Mixture box set out. Hand on heart, I’m not sure you’ll be purchasing it. It’s 20 quid, which doesn’t seem so bad for three CDs, 56 songs, a 32-page booklet and sweet Mod packaging, and it includes the Demonstration Tapes album and all the singles and B-sides of course, and it’s all […]