MEMBERS OF Brass Castle, Batata Doce, Missile Command, Lesbian Afternoon, Ladies Night, Gizzard, Gong Fodder, DQE, Rock*a*teens:
Chris Strawn
Justin Hughes
"Aimless, dirt-floor rock y roll from this Atlanta combo, featuring former or past members of the Rock*a*Teens and Brass Castle. Not a lot in the way of production, but “Horseless” has a nice break that busts up the white-guy-in-A-frame party, and shows these folks have a little dimension to their ways (and that they know when to aim for the ditch when overstaying their welcome seems possible). “Big Hatchet” jumps up and down on the back porch, blowing out a nylon-string jam with large muff and a serviceable beat. Dingy and doesn’t look like much – really, the front cover art looks like a prison tattoo of two chicks making out on the roof of a Chevy pickup – but there’s small joys inside, which hopefully will be revisited later on to greater effect. 300 copies." (http://www.myspace.com/glenirisaction)
Doug Mosurock / 8/26/09
"Glen Iris brings back big rock through punk-infused classic rock licks by two of Atlanta's hottest guitarists, Justin Hughes and Chris Strawn. Drummer and former Icecaps front man Jonathan Lueke rounds out what is already a formidable line-up."
Justin Sias
PINE Magazine
02/03/2009
"Glen Iris cranked out some seriously heavy guitar-driven rock backed by driving drums – good stuff."
Degenenerate Press
1/09
Influences
Harvey Milk, Groundhogs, Sir Lord Baltimore, Kim Gordon, Hubert Sumlin, 9-volt batteries, AAA, I-Phones
So....
There I was
just outside of Clarksdale missisippi
at the junction of highway 61 and highway 49
drinking cheap whiskey with the ghosts of Lev Termin and Robert Johnson
at midnight
on a moon lit night
it was quiet and still
when over the hill
came a long black
Cadillac
a tall man dressed in black
got out of that Cadillac
he said boy we both know
why we're here
and lemme make one thing
perfectly clear
you know the price
if you want in
then I handed him
my theremin
he said
how the fuck do you
play this thing
ain't got no keys
ain't got no strings
you touch somethin'
that ain't even there
and pull that sound
outta thin air
guess I must be
gettin' old
you get to keep
your mortal soul
but worldwide fame
is not for you
the underground
will have to do
and by the way
you can call me lou
And I said thanks anyway Mr Cypher
cuz I already know
how to play this thing
don't need no keys
don't need no strings
I'm well in touch
with what ain't there
and I can pull that sound
outta thin air
then I got
back on my bike
cuz the underground
is what I like
I left him standing there
as I rode away
and it's been underground
to this very day
Sounds Like
hungover hard rock from smoke-damaged guest-bedrooms
Formed in 2008 in the Reynoldstown hood just a few blocks from the infamous Citgo station where one of the members once stopped a man from rubbing lotion on his sports car. Also, not far from a Church's that was shut down for selling crack cocaine across the counter. Bric-o-brac hard, fast/slow post-psyche/punk with different narrators and rattlesnake riffs that the next-door dogs seem not too busy to hate. The "Horseless" single is available at shows or Vacation, Wax 'N Facts, Criminal Records, Reactionary Records, Decatur CD, Full Moon Records, Wuxtry and Weird Wax.
