|Friday, 29 February 2008 03:50|
Re: In the matter of; as regards; again; anew
The Recruders formed out of happenstance and destiny - call it kismet, if you will - as a byproduct of the many things gone wrong in the music industry. The crude boy three want to reinstitute the notion of feral fun and nefarious nastiness that had been tragically suppressed by the executive 'suits' who's master plan is to sanitize and pasteurize popular music and culture, transforming it into their own version of 'It's a Wonderful Life" and "Father Knows Best."
After many late beverage-tasting sessions, The Trio of skinmaster Masher, bass fiddlist Tallahassee and six-string twanger, Tornado decided to rekindle the flames of beach party magic: '60s surf music. After building a healthy repertoire of forgotten wave breakers, they descended upon Staten Island's North Shore, establishing themselves as the Island's Premier Surf Savages. As time passed, the reverberation of the their garage/punk adolescence began to seep back into their collective consciousness, unearthing a growing desire to mix heaping doses of raw Trash clamor and lunacy into the grimy gumbo. The force and influence of the Trash presence became unruly, corrupting their beachy bombast image and sound, prompting the boys to negotiate some sort of civilized order and sense balance. Finally, the terrifying toika realized, "if ya got it - flaunt it, baby." And that's exactly what they did: They put the surf in the trash and mixed the trash with the surf and Trashed the Surf, and, now, Surf the Trash.
The boffo beach bums have developed number of boss originals to complement their bubbling Trash and Surf stew - with piquant flourishes of Punk pummel, fer good measure. And now that Tallahass, Mash and 'Nado have completed the finishing touches on their debut CD, "Best You Ever Fragranced", the world will be able to sample first-hand the riches found in the gnarly, garbage bag of unearthly delights. As an extra bonus, "Fragranced" includes the earlier 'Surf Savages' sessions, ' rounding out this variable platter of righteously ripe pickins.
"...a sound so ripe, it's apeelin'. Surf-a-delic trash never smelled so good...so, don't sit and stew, turn the other cheek and experience the '60's charged blast...Best You Ever Fragranced."
- Mr. Jeepers, Puritan Magazine
|Last Updated on Tuesday, 17 June 2008 21:36|