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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June 18, 2010

Spencey Dude and the Doodles – s/t 7” EP (Rob’s House)

This 7” is about the girlfriend or spouse cattin’ around behind our Mr. Spencer’s back. Maybe some of our readers have “the fear” and need to give the rambunctious little lady some hints. Before ripping out the big guns (this 7”), I recommend Type O Negative’s debut album Slow, Deep, and Hard, specifically the opening track, “Unsuccessfully Coping with the Natural Beauty of Infidelity” – a 12-minute study of “fookin’ whooo-ahhs!” anchored by a chorus of the late Pete Steele yelling “I know you’re fucking someone else!!” followed by the remaining band members’ back-up shout-along of “He knows you’re fucking someone else!!” As your girlfriend takes a seat on the couch, stand next to the stereo and stare at her. Six minutes later, when Type O launches into the first of five identical choruses, try to adopt the worst frown possible while giving an affirmative nod to the rhythm of the song, pointing one finger at her, and the other at the stereo. Don’t forget the unblinking stare. If that doesn’t work, two songs on this Spencey Dude & the Doodles 7” are definitely about that stretch of a relationship ruled by paranoia and jealousy. If listeners happen to be suffering from one or both of those unflattering issues, the entire record (4 songs total) could be the perfect soundtrack to fumbling through your girlfriend’s phone while she’s in the toilet. Turn it up REAL loud so you can’t hear her flush. Busted! Spencer Hicks is the man behind these tunes, which are not entirely afflicted with the public-domain curse; I remember the words sung…..but not the music. That’s too bad, because the 7” has only been off the table for five minutes and I expected more sonic fuckery from producer Greg Ashley. The back cover is too charming to allow any more negative criticism. There’s just so much music coming out, and so much music I need to go back and absorb, and so much music that I’m enamored with…these three categories take up 150% of my listening time, is it too much to ask that everyone try a little harder? (http://www.robshouserecords.com)
(Andrew Earles)

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