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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July 9, 2010

Coyote Slingshot – First Word of Evil Omens – VITIUM 7” EP (Super Secret)

Well, let’s just take this zoological/biological fad to its logical manifestation of unknowing self-parody. Isn’t that the final stage in any movement’s pathetic home-stretch? Coyote Slingshot is the artistic moniker of Domenic Rabalais, an (obligatorily) small-town kid who tried really hard to freak out the square-johns in his small Midwestern hometown by wearing truck-stop Native American head-dresses and attaching coyote skulls to his homemade sleeveless t-shirt, which appeared to be his only piece of above-the-waist clothing. After all, his folks own three motels, four service stations, and two restaurants in town and he could buy the entire outlet mall if he wanted. The shirt has the Black Flag logo underneath the words “Neutral Milk Hotel.” The locals didn’t quite understand the cultural car-wreck imagined by the latter … a band t-shirt is a band t-shirt … at least it didn’t say “Impaled Nazarene” like the one worn by the one weirdo kid that’s still in town. After he had lived in Austin, TX for a few months, Mr. Slingshot sent some small records back to a few of the locals. Mainly family, but also that neighbor girl who was able to wear a D-cup by the time she was eleven. The songs on the record, they aren’t crap, when you can comprehend what the hell is happening. Everyone in town who heard it had the same concern: Did he keep the receipt for his studio time? Sure, it’s pretty impressive that he played every instrument on that record but it’s not like there’s much drumming to be heard on the little record, and something on the computer showed him how to record all of those instruments, and showed him how to dress like that, too. (http://www.supersecretrecords.com)
(Andrew Earles)

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