Tag: The Mekons

Not unlike fine Swiss clockwork, the duo that calls themselves Yello have been ticking for four decades without missing a beat.

The paper bag sounded unusually loud as the pair passed it back and forth, sharing the dried apricots as they waited in line for the exhibit to open. Once again, their contact was to be intercepted in the gift shop, according to the dossier that they had found taped under the back seat of the Combi. The ornithologist scanned the sky for any migratory species, though they really should have known better. The magistrate felt at ease with the assignment; this was their first visit to Ankara, but the premise behind the Ulucanlar Prison Museum was quite familiar.

The first wave of UK punk crested and shrank back, but the Mekons are still thrashing and foaming.

The Black Lips are like looking outside the bar window and seeing country and punk having an argument then a fistfight.

The luthier adjusted the direction control of the four-legged arachnoform lumbering above the forest of Oro Bay. The spherical contraption had been difficult at first, but proved to be intuitive in guiding the transport’s spindly hissing legs across the varied terrain. Behind the padded seat, the cartographer consulted screens and printouts. The purple spruce should be visible soon. A single trunk would yield over a hundred cello bows, worth millions in the underground market. They were there to make sure it remained just another tree.

You can call them EFFED UP if you like. A solid and expansive set of music that draws from psychedelia, hardcore, punk, rough-cut ska, and many more.

This is the HALLOWEEN 2018 mixtape, seventeen carefully curated bits and pieces of spine-tingling scary and thematic. Yes, there was some Ministry. And some Throbbing Gristle, and others

Naked Giants remind us that kicking things off with some herky-jerky funk punk beat is never a losing proposition.