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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November 25, 2009

Sissy Spacek – Epistasis 7” EP (A Dear Girl Called Wendy Productions)

Sissy Spacek 7"

There’s a good chance that many readers will never hear this 17-track EP, as it’s limited to 200 copies, so let’s cut to the chase: it’s tempting to award Sissy Spacek/this particular release the distinction of providing a logical end to the grind/noise marriage. The recording itself is so bad that differentiating between the power electronics and guitar/bass loses out to uncontrollable giggling at the world’s most inept blast-beats. Two vocal styles (each reader has one guess as to which two styles) manage to kind of stay out of each other’s way, but that’s where the search for dynamics comes to an abrupt end. So as not to let a fine-tuned talent for accurate and fun reference-point coining go to waste, this might sound like Bill from Harry Pussy after a lost weekend with the Nasum boxed-set if listeners can suspend reality for a few minutes, or at least forget that the liners reveal Sissy Spacek to be a three-person band. Maybe one is the money guy … it cost serious scratch these days to make a record sound this bad. (http://wendyprodz.altervista.org)
(Andrew Earles)

2 years ago • Notes