Electric Crush “Dropouts in a Drug Haze” 12”
A seriously wack archival release of a largely unknown one man Nevadan recording project. Initially pressed as a (twice as long) cassette in the early Aughts’. This here is a short play disaster, full of outsider trash/punk/garage/hip-hop/fucker-doodling. You ever been to Vegas? Not the tourist strip or old town, but the REAL Las Vegas? It’s like the bone dry concrete armpit of the world. A deee-presso wasteland littered with corner stores, Motel 6’es and cheap lingerie viewing depots. This is the sound of “high” spirits in those low lands. The sound of lazy afternoons, spent on Purp Drank, left to fry in discount outlet parking lots. Off kilter, drug busted and delayed. Crunk-punk. Outta’ tune rock riffs, done dubbed all to hell. Crazy beatbox/boombox interludes, sampled ramblings and jagged broken off bits of funk-tunes, left dangling like bloody meth scabs on some litter-wizard’s chin. Fills the gaps nicely between those Vex Ruffin 45’s, 'Orange'–era Blues Explosion, Wicked Witch’s space-soul and the noisiest of the Tunnel of Love recordings. I can feel the hangover coming on already and it’s only two in the afternoon. 300 of these have been unleashed. Sleeve art/homage makes me giddy. (RSF) (Posted on 2/16/12)