—Summer of Love
A surprisingly fitting follow up to my last post, the drummer of this band now plays with Cubismo Grafico. That said, their styles couldn’t be more different. This album takes me right back to high school when bands like Gob, NOFX and Lagwagon were tearing up scene with skater kids everywhere. Although they’re Japanese, Hi-Standard sing entirely in English and are easily as good as their peers of the day. If you were into this phase of punk back in the day, definitely worth checking out, at the very least for the nostalgia.
—salon a sunday
When is a label compilation like a game of soccer? I have no idea, but this mix is definitely scoring big points in my book. Featuring 5 artists, this album is a surprisingly cohesive mix of dreamy, groovy, and danceable electronic pop that is pretty much the essence of late nights in a dark fashionable Japanese bar. Hell, it’s Saturday night and I’m at home listening to this and I somehow feel like I’ve gone out, it’s that good. escalator records is now called Big Love, and although they started as an electronic music shop, they now import all kinds of indie music as well as producing a few artists themselves. I haven’t been to the shop yet but sounds like it could be one of the best in Tokyo. If you can find it that is.
Well, what can you expect from something titled Odyssey-1985-Sex really? Abrasive, yelly, new wave-ish punk culminating in screams and a fairly unbearable chanting of ‘1985’ and ‘SEX’. Side B, repeats the same song but with a sultry girl singing instead, which improves the song greatly, if not turning it into a bit of a porn soundtrack at times. I suppose punishing alley sex might be appealing to some people, but if this is what sex in the 80s was like, growing up in the 90s never seemed so good.
—Saturday Night Highway
I couldn’t decide if this would be absolutely horrible or surprisingly awesome. Turns out it’s neither. After a brief second of intro indicating some terrible 80s metal was coming, it turned into a decent garagey track. Side B is a bit more bluesy, lamenting the return to Kawasaki, and sounding like there are a few things he’d rather not revisit. Overall, not bad, completely unrelated cover art notwithstanding.
This sounds just like it looks and this makes me happy. Two songs that make me want to spend endless hours in a dark Asian tiki lounge in the 60s drinking fantastically strong fruity cocktails while talking to glamourous men smoking too many cigarettes. It’s a little bit dangerous and entirely sultry. In other words, perfect.