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 13, 2009

Saw Fist Tree – s/t 12” EP (self-released)

Outside of having one of the worst names I’ve heard lately (what happened guys, did you each pick random words out of Webster’s?), Saw Fist Tree’s debut 12” is an entirely not-too-bad slab of post Tortoise navel gazing, jaunty acoustic Ichabod Crane-style hootenanny and some other psychedelic horseshit. My ears perked up at “Antebellum Estate,” which starts off as the world’s first frat-dub cut, sounding something like the Swingin’ Medallions by way of King Tubby, before devolving into a more garagey Oasis (right?) before coming ‘round full-circle. The rest of the record veers towards snoozy sleepytime pleasantries that go down smoother than an ice-cold Bartles & Jaymes, but are somehow less refreshing. Limited to 250 copies, packaged in an ugly brown paper bag colored chipboard jacket. (http://sawfisttree.com)
(Mike Pace)

2 years ago • Notes