Pink Reason- Shit in the Garden

Pink Reason- Shit in the Garden LP

I have been trying to get a lead on this album for a while, but it didn’t really show up on the internet until it showed up in stores. Oh well, this is more of the same in a good way for Kevin Failure. Not reinventing the wheel of Pink Reason in any way, but definitely improving with every release he throws out. At times his tones border on a more psychedelic sound, with less grit, but it works. If you liked his other records, I think you will really like this record. (Warning: maybe I am just stupid, but I can’t figure out how to properly format this album. When you unrip it, you might have to find it in your unknown album folder and enter the artist and album name manually, my bad. It's just as frustrating for me.)

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Pink Reason- Cleaning the Mirror

Pink Reason- Cleaning the Mirror LP
Pink Reason is the brainchild of Kevin De Broux. Live he often plays with friends and randoms, but he is the sole figure behind the recording. His despair and general seriousness is enough to scare off even the most hardened punk. And it’s easy to confuse his openness with heroin addiction as pandering to fans. That all being said, his music is as much sad calculated ballads as it is heavy, filthy and disgusting. His music is fucked up. A real midwestern loner, it’s the kind of jams that can really throw you into a funk. This record came out in 2007, and I just got around to hearing it at the end of last year. His new record “Shit in the Garden”, comes out on Slitbreeze late this month, which is why I really put it on here. Once I get a lead on his new album, I’ll probably be sending that out too.  Pink Reason: best for cloudy, grey days, best played loud.



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Circle Pit- Bruise Constallation

Circle Pit- Bruise Constellation
A frequent comment of mine as of late is that Australia has stolen my love for Sweden. My roommates and I saw Circle Pit at this bar that does not really do shows that often. The boys were wearing bomber jackets, military hats, with an overlying trashy fashion vibe. The ladies walked in like they owned the place. Scantily clad while still being refined, the return of the sex symbol. Needless to say, they all LOOKED fucking awesome, but the music is a whole other beast. It's a casual, non-abrasive garage record that even the biggest haters of garage rock could find something to like in. The thing I love about some of these Australian bands is how lazy some of them sound. This record literally sounds like Xanax to me. The scummy, washed-out guitar parts drive this record home, with the near perfect accompaniment of male/female vocal melody's. Every song on this recording is a hit to me. This is an absolutely sultry, confident album that everyone should have.

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