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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December 27, 2010

Meercaz – “Never Too Late To Learn” b/w “Brainscanning” 7” (Sweet Rot)

The universe seems to know when I’ve heard enough shitty 7”s. The universe can sense when I’m reaching for a vial of cyanide or about to drive to Home Depot for some garden hose and duct tape. So it secretly rearranges the stack of records so that a record like this is next in queue. This falls into the ruined genre of today’s garage-rock, but feels like (this fact alone should garner mention … that it feels like something) what Ty Segall is doing: Taking shit to the next level, where only a special and tiny few will reside. And like Segall, these guys know a little something about volume and how to properly hit heaviness within the constraints of the style at hand. Unlike the great S.F. hope, though, this is stuck in retro-mode, though understand that it’s not retro-robot mode. If I’m processing the lyrics correctly, “Brainscanning” questions the scene’s lemmings-to-the-water/moths-to-the-porch-light idiocy. That would be almost too-perfect, so I’m amenable to personal error on the assumption. Black vinyl. (http://www.myspace.com/sweetrotrecords)
(Andrew Earles)

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