Younger Lovers
The YOUNGER LOVERS started WAAAAAAAAAAAAY the fuck back in the day (1994) when 12-year-old Brontez and two of his girl cousins, T’kwa and Bean (most notably all STAR members of the New Zion Missionary Baptist Church, Belle Mina Alabama), started ditching choir practice to play in a band. The transition from gospel to secular alternative radio was difficult. They played that Folk Implosion song “Natural One” over and over and over and OOOOOOOOVER again. Brontez later recalls, “It was really fucked up- we had no morals, backbone, or sense of direction.”

Three years into to the project, T’kwa and Bean split because they started getting laid. Young Brontez dwiddled away, caught punk germs, and ended up creating up to 13 albums worth of unreleased solo material. He moved to California in the wee hours of the decade, spent time in other bands (Gravy Train!!!, Panty Raid, The Social Lies, The Manhandlers) and finally got off his ass and released the Younger Lovers “newest” and “rawest” works — the “Newest Romatic LP” and the “California Soul EP”.

Brontez currently lives and rocks out in sunny Oakland California where he retains the YOUNGER LOVERS as a “philandering” band project where he’s backed by a bunch of rad and TOTALLY BITCHIN musicians who like to play garage-pop-and rock n’ roll jamz. (bio)

Los Headaches (Mexico City)
“Our sound is raw and itchy like love making [on] a bad day,” starts Los Headaches’ personal bio. I agree with the analogy, but what the Mexico City band leaves out are its softer sensibilities: harmonious, sweet and downright fun. Los Headaches pairs bare-bones melodies with honest, hilarious (all-English) lyrics, forging a sound reminiscent of the Kinks. “Never Again” shows longing for a lady in the hopes of never having to masturbate again while “Baby Blues” is a fast-paced love song about being physically ill with infatuation. - Sacramento News & Review

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Your Cannons
Your Cannons are a rock band from San Francisco. Influenced by other rock bands, the books they‘ve read, and what their parents taught them as children, their songs are built around a dynamic three guitar attack, tight rhythms, layered with vocal melody, and heavy with distortion and effects. (bio)

Here Come The Saviours
Jake was in the Stratford 4... Marc and Steve were in The Otherside... and Susan was in the Tail. Now we are Here Come the Saviours.

Brother JT
"John Terlesky started taking acid in the mid-’80s as part of Philadelphia’s Original Sins, a poppy garage band that eventually saw the light and turned to psychedelia. The 1990s came around and the gods were calling for a solo effort, so JT recorded Descent, at that point just the fifth LP on the do-no-wrong label Twisted Village label (now OOP). Since that point, JT has released deranged folk and shambolic rock on labels like Drag City, Siltbreeze, Drunken Fish, and Birdman." - Dusted

Nothing People
Nothing People: effected guitars, drones, broken equipment, old synths, reverbs, delays, repetitive chords, feedback, layers of simple ideas, and Baken-ets.

Swiftumz
"The problem with imaginary combinations is that many of them actually already exist. Don’t Trip sounds like a collaboration between Nick Nicely and Eric Hysteric, over which Tony Wilson and Alan McGee would get into a bidding war. Chris McVicker—a.k.a. Swiftumz, famous for penning the fastest selling Hunx & His Punx single—sambas through ’80s Factory singles, afternoon hits of MDMA on the beach, Ibizia before techno, Glaswegian nonchalance, Stolen Kisses and tripping at the Haçienda (the San Francisco one; Manchester’s closed down years ago). Seriously, it’s all present—but like any other great interpreter of Britain’s finest musical traditions, McVicker is just a guy from near Mac Dre’s hometown in Northern California who might laugh if one told him that “More Than Sleep” should be in a Sofia Coppola movie, because he was probably aiming higher than that. Like the best Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk commercial ever."

Indian Jewelry
"Unlike the vast majority of the bands in Texas’ current psychedelic scene, Houston’s Indian Jewelry has an almost heretical aversion to guitars. Not that the group’s latest full-length, Totaled, doesn't incorporate the occasional six-string, but the ever-evolving outfit, which rotates around the duo of Erika Thrasher and Tex Kerschen, inundates its dreamscape soundtracks with synthesizers, digitized ambience, and chanted vocals that evoke much more doom than bliss. The differences, however, don’t end there. Totaled dives even further into the realm of the progressive—or at least post-punk’s idea of it—with songs like “Look Alive” and “Never Been Better,” dystopian downers that share more DNA with This Heat and Cabaret Voltaire than with Roky Erickson.

The best psychedelia, of course, has always had possessed this sort of darker side, but Thrasher and Kerschen lighten the drone slightly on the icy “Dog Days”—a cyborg version of Flying Saucer Attack’s spacious, fuzz-fried loops—and the brooding, lip-puckering new wave of “Moonlight.” Unlike its peers, Indian Jewelry doesn’t use the psychedelic tradition as license to wallow in some ’60s narcosis, but rather to fuel a brave, bleak trip into the future." - Onion AV Club

Jealousy

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T.I.T.S.
T.I.T.S are four ladies from San Francisco known singularly as Kim West, Abbey Kerins, Mary Elizabeth Yarbrough and Wendy Farina. Their name is a "revolving" acronym, with one of the finer ones being Technicolor Inner Troll Syndrome. The quartet ply their trade in a kind of witchy, experimental doom-laden pop, which could easily evoke reminiscences as diverse as Sabbath, The Shop Assistants, Boris, or Christian Death with some Terry Riley/Eno repetition added for good measure.

The T.I.T.S sound is underpinned by Mary Elizabeth's tumbling darkened bass lines and Wendy's totally animal drum pound. Abbey's guitar lays down the acerbic riff, while Kim's emits a subtly oscillating sheet of feedback. Over the top, all four harmonise with a kind of semi-operatic, fantasy whisper. The effect is this inexplicable feel of time-travelling castle metal - of four ladies of the lake casting forth a single Excalibur, sinking it into stone so deep, no Arthur shall ever wield it.

Uzi Rash
"The deranged songs churned forth take hold immediately and hypnotically channel an ugly groove system, not far off from the vastly influential noise of The Intelligence, yet pull away their own sloptastic strain of lo-fidelity lunacy. With an assortment of both creatively quaint and downright despicable songs interspersed throughout, Uzi Rash has unleashed a unexpectedly respectable album, and everything from the ridiculous cover art and expanded band name, spells off-center brilliance. - Victim of Time

Chris Thayer
In real life and in real time, Chris Thayer will be sharing the survey results from a questionnaire that he mailed to a handful of ex-lovers and old flames.

Grimble Grumble

Space Waves

Soft Bombs