STILL SINGLE

A space for thoughts on music and culture, as written by Doug Mosurock and a select handful of individuals. This is intended as a supplement to our regular feature Still Single, published on Dusted Magazine. Updates will run here more frequently, and may feature writing on music not covered in the column. Compact discs are still not accepted for review -- we have more than enough vinyl and the occasional cassette to worry about.

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October 20, 2010

CSC Funk Band/Superhuman Happiness – split 7” (Electric Cowbell)

“CSC brings the horns, the rhythm and the swagger like it’s 1972” … so goes the first line of proam-splooge included with this 7”. I’m really trying for a subtle way to put this … OK, here goes: That’s a lie. I’m tired of the lies. That last sentence makes no sense, but I love saying it to people (Raymond and Peter fans will understand). So back we go to questionable statements about questionable indie-dance-funk that features “many of the finest from the Brooklyn underground…Colin Langenus (USA is a Monster) and Matt Motel (Talibam!) and Dave Kadden (Invisible Circle) playing an effected obow that will send your brain into opium-drenched wanderings through your wildest Ethiopique dreams!!!” This “sentence,” appearing a few words after the opening untruth, has more problems than a single mom with four fuckbuddies. Opium smoker, huh? My white ass you are. I can assure you, dear readers, that the effected oboe on said song will NOT produce any opium-drenched anything; that would only comes to these jokers and their target audience through Lortab addiction or stepped-on dope, and when enough girlfriends catch their respective boo’s secretly chain-smoking at 5 A.M. and mysteriously catching the flu eight times in four months, we’ll see how fertile such pharmaceutical vacations remain for promo-sheet glorification. And as for the Ethiopian psych-funk that receives the closing nod … it has about as much to do with this music as Terminal Boredom has to do with Terminal fucking Cheesecake. We can blame reissue labels for this, as they need to get their hands out of co-opted boogie and reissue Eggs’ Exploder or the Swirlies’ Blonder Tongue Audio Baton. Yeah, USA is a Monster is the first band I think of when pining for some third-rate Y2K indie-groove. I will say that as much as I love the Ethiopian buffet in my neighborhood, the “round two” that reliably confines me to a bathroom for at least forty-five minutes can indeed be psychedelic at times. See SHH review below for further details. (http://www.electric-cowbell.com)
(Andrew Earles)

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