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Black Lips!:
Finally, I got lucky enough to stumble across some good ol Bomp! Records albums in the reviewin box. I thought I had a good grasp of the lowest of the lo-fi, raunchiest garage rock music being thrown out there today. Think again, my torn jeans friends; more exists out there on the horizon waiting to be discovered by us. You should start with Bomp! Records very own Black Lips, and their new release whichll put all your other low production garage records to shame. I think the title of the album says it all: We Didnt Know the Forest Spirit Made the Flowers Grow. Cmon, does this not sound like its gonna be a killer among all other fun, drink-along albums?? By some act of fate, I had already bought the record a few days before getting the CD to review, but I figured this album is worth keeping around on both mediums. I was already a bit on my way in becoming well-versed with this album; they were already sealed into getting a good review. Coming across reviews of their insane live shows, I just had to buy it, because the Black Lips sounded like they had too much energy to go unnoticed. This is rock n roll at its most stripped down and raw skeleton, struggling out of my speakers like it was recorded on an old cassette boombox shoved in a corner of their parents basement. The album kicks off with a four chord, classic rock strummed intro and spirals to an end on the first track with a reverb soaked mic banged against a head or broken amp. What we seem to have here is the Stones own lost home recordings after taking way more acid than they could handle, swallowing too much whiskey and too many pills and then trying to channel their songs directly to Satan himself. This is Raunch n Roll at its peak; the drunk punk has stumbled his way back to the rock table. How can an album not be fun with as many borrowed riffs littered through the album as there are cans on the floor?? This puts even the Oblivians lo-fi rock on another planet. Every track transcends into chaotic banging and thrashing of instruments out of which not a lyric can be understood beneath the screams and fuzz. Its a patchwork of noise and collage of feedback complete with a harpsichord track, a Doo Wah Diddy rip-off, and even a great country song thrown to mix among the rockers. This album is pure, raw, unpolished and unadulterated fun. Check it out. Really.
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