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I Blame The Parents Records's Interests
General
Making records, obviously.
Music
Violent Femmes Gone Daddy Gone, John Lennon Mother, Parliament Mothership Connection, Cramps Mad Daddy, GLC Your Mother's Got A Penis, The Who Daddy Rolling Stone, The Temptations Papa Was A Rolling Stone, James Brown Papa's Got A Brand New Bag, Glasvegas Daddy's Gone. Jim Morrison "Father... I Want To Kill You, Mother...I Want To FUCK You!"
Movies
Phantom Of The Paradise/Spinal Tap/24 Hour Party People
More Reviews
Losingtoday
The Alligators ‘ohohoh’ (IBTP). Hailing from Provo, Utah - trio (two boys one girl) the Alligators are our type of band who it seems are adept at nailing stupidly infectious slices of candy sugared power punk pop the type of which at one time seemed to be the sole remit of the less inclined kaleidoscopic ensembles on the ever expanding Elephant 6 collective roster. ‘ohohoh’ is a tightly packed sub four minute slab of rain deflecting sun radiating bitter sweet buzz saw pop that once unleashed on the hi-fi and bounced back through your headspace has an unnerving knack of pinging between the ears like some maniac pinball forcing you ultimately to hit the repeat button time and time again - veering at times towards a subtle though mellower take of late 80’s Dinosaur JNR spliced with processions of cutely honed Wedding Present like shimmers and backed by shouty harmonies and the seductive demurring pines of lead singer Becca. Same again on the flip side cut the punchy ’Affiliated’ though this time softly serenaded and scented with a smoking lilt much recalling Moviola’s ’durable dream’ which as you all know is something much admired around these here parts. www.myspace.com/theprovoalligators
Dozal Brothers ‘Wanna sniff some glue’ (IBTP). the bastard off spring of Devo some thirty years down the line rendered skewed, sparse and very much schizoid, those preferring their sounds very much threadbare, raw and sounding like it was recorded by a stone death sound engineer residing in the bottom of a disused well may well consider this something of a must have find. Whatever the Dozals (that’ll be Count Sticky and Grand Master Cranky - really do not ask) may lack in charm they more than make up for in spades of impish attitude and despite the total duration of this brace of cuts barely reaching past the four minute ticker tape a lasting impression is left - even if that lasting impression has you firm in the belief that these dudes are quite obviously insane. These two discordant slices of wired casio punk oblivion loosely tune into Atari Teenage Riot realms though something in the back of my mind has me naggingly recalling the much missed flies in the ointment Foreheads in a fish tank. The monochrome and manic ’wanna sniff some glue’ is a calamitous free for all of shock therapy discordance and ramshackle reverie through which by way of repeat listens you fear for your insanity. Of course as is typical of these things the flip cut ’zombie revolution’ is where the best moment lurks, a screwball, schizoid and frankly demented and fried binary pop blizzard gutted by ad hoc time signatures and an overall feeling that its so wrong and yet delightfully right. Frankly we need more of this in our gaff. That said we heartily recommend you head over to their my space page and hook up to the totally wired, detached and demented turntable damaging ’Satan’s Daughter’ while elsewhere title alone makes ‘Steely Dan at the Party’ such an enticing come on.
Woody’s Room ‘pipe, bucket and bong’ (IBTP). Why exactly we like this so much we couldn’t really begin to tell you, perhaps its the misty eyed tweaking of my scouse heartstrings making me home sick for God’s country or the casualness of the breezily decoded Mersey delta shanty like lilts that softly embrace its grooves. Woody’s Room as you’ve probably gathered hail from Liverpool and number in four, described in passing as the ’Liverpudlian Libertines’ with the added proviso ’though more for the story telling style’ which we couldn’t agree with more because Woody’s Room appear to have dug deep into a seemingly lost art with their ability to tap into the gritty everyday reality of city life pretty much diarising happenings and incidents along the way pretty much harking back and tuning deftly into the folk styled drinking shanties of the dockers of yore while simultaneously casting them with a sense of a bygone Irish patronage. The shoe shuffling skiffle-tastic ’Knancy Knaggs’ the singles flip side perfectly exemplifies this, rather than assuming a Liverpool through rose tinted spectacles stance (a la Wylie, McCartney et al) these lads adopt the cold harsh reality of inner city life that retunes into territories more Bleasedale than Lane while nodding simultaneously to scouse 80’s starlets - the criminally underrated Cherry Boys. The lightly toed insidiously infectious chime happy ‘pipe, bucket and bong’ meanwhile is dashed with a wholesomely breezy dialect and a kind of gnawing feel good mellowing vibe that comes of having down several pints of the black stuff. Top stuff all said and done.
Earl Grey and the Legomen ‘last summer’ (IBTP). Another ensemble that we know squat and diddle about are Earl Grey and the Legomen, Scouse agitators it seems who rather than playing the tirelessly foppish pretty jangle pop that surprisingly after all these years a fair few bands from the ’Pool still think is a) cool b) trendy and c) original - these dudes instead carry the collective baggage and conscience of a down trodden under society, edgy, politicised they represent a bleak portrayal of a nation separated and marginalised between the have’s and the have not’s, a fly in the ointment against the papering over the cracks sugar pills of today’s meaningless musical landscape. Nah we’re only kidding - but are we. Blending hip hop dialects to bleakly impending regally doom overtures these two cuts are carved with oppression, foreboding and mooch menacingly, casually and idly bracketed with Eminem, Earl Grey and the Legomen had me personally reaching for my stash of early 70 Gwen Party discs and groovy tunes from Creeping Bent’s Element, both possess a bitter after taste that indelibly taps into the grainy vibes of both the early street weary rap mindsets of say Grandmaster Flash and the third wave of socially astute punk bands such as Public Disgrace et al especially on the bleakly scarred ‘Britain in the rain‘ which is so choking in its ambition sapping gloom that it literally threatens to rise from the grooves and throttle you while lead cut ‘Last summer’ obviously edging it in the ear candy stakes blessed as it is with a scavenous detail all swept amid wide screened symphonic tides of edginess.
Television
Car Boot Challenge/Bad News Tour You can here the tracks here http://www.last.fm/label/I+Blame+The+Parents+Records and see some of the bands here http://www.youtube.com/user/iblametheparentsrecs
Books
The Hit Makers/This Band Could Be Your Life
Heroes
McGee, Wilson, "...it ain't worth a fuck." And any band who gave away a brilliant song on MySpace - you are not forgotten!
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Last singles club CD out now - Hit Me At 30 & I'll Bodypop by Tayside Mental Health. Also pre-release for the very nearly ready Take Me To The Core Of Myself by Docksud, white vinyl 7" with download links.
subba-cultcha says "Dark Indie rock, based on processed beat-foundations, with a lo-fi sense of grandeur…"
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Manchester Music says "Over in any big labels’ boardrooms, bands are being fired off left right and centre because they don’t tick enough focus group boxes; even the bigger indies are selling their souls for survival. Thank heavens then for I Blame The Parents, a one-man label dedicated to sticking out records that will sell three copies just because he likes them. This exceptionally named idiosyncrasy lulls you into a false sense of security with the title track’s pretty, finger picked acoustic psychedelia. It beats you around the head with “The Office Of Death”, a collage of abstract, unpleasant and vaguely office-related yelps (“staple your face to my desk!” being one of the more repeatable lines) and fax noises. Extra points if this was actually recorded at work. Finally “Did You Fire My Ass” is basically that bloke on the night bus who swigs tramp-cider out of a carrier bag whilst having one of his turns. As a commercial prospect, IBTP would’ve been better off sticking the money on Billingham Synthonia FC scooping the FA Cup. Good. Thank fuck there’s still someone out there who remembers what “indie” used to mean."
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PENETRATE by EXTRADITION ORDER - OUT NOW! SINGLES CLUB - ALL 9 BANDS CONFIRMED!
The label is now up to 11 acts(3 for 7" releases, 9 for the CD Singles Club - there's one on both, math fans).I'm offering a singles club membership that will get you all 9, including post. The cd's are limited to 100 each artist. You can buy them individually at £2 each plus P&P (£1 UK, £1.50 Europe, £2 Rest Of World, extra items post free) but the single club guarantees all 9 and at a cheaper price. The shopping cart button is above the item, UK first, Europe second, Rest Of World last.
Below is the first 7" - Penetrate by Extradition Order. There is a password link to a free download of the tracks plus the bonus track Jefferson. £3.49 plus P&P (£1 UK, £1.50 Europe, £2 Rest Of World).
Angry Ape said - "...pressed to super-limited, sexy red vinyl. Red is, indeed, for danger, as this trio waste little time in kicking out the jams on A-side 'Penetrate'. Possibly named in homage to the track featured on The Stooges revered 'Raw Power', this number transports us back to the era when Iggy and his cohorts actually meant something. Before the drug consumption, before the bloated egos and before the celebrity friends all ruined the band. It's razored guitar riffs, Manzarek organ propellant and acerbic, snot-nosed vocal delivery is rock 'n' roll at its incendiary, volatile best.
Stranger still is B-side 'Warrington', a haphazardly arranged stitchwork of lethargic percussion and half-manic monologues detailing the trials and tribulations of growing up in, you guessed it, Warrington. It's chaotic and makes little sense, just like adolescence we can assume. Nonetheless, once you are able to get underneath the song's skin it's brutally honest and often hilarious lyrical content – witness the story of a particularly promiscuous girl at a party – keeps the attention span from waning, before Extradition Order hit us with dirty slabs of pyschobilly guitar. It's like The Fall, only a more ramshackle, if you could possibly get such a thing."
Dutch blog Home Of The Hits said "This band would like to be precisely incoherent. If that's their goal London based Extradition Order makes perfect sense on Penetrate. Sixties, total chaos and Ray Manzarek. The poor video is the last piece of the puzzle. Lovely!"
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"This one's been lost down the back of the MM sofa for ages, a fact about which I am now slightly annoyed. Four gloriously deranged minutes is all it takes to decide The Dozal Brothers are ace. Which is perhaps as well, cos four minutes is all you get of them. "We Wanna Sniff Some Glue" is surprisingly not a Ramones cover, although oddly it has something of the spirit of the brothers in black about it - namely a gleeful pride in its sonic limitations. In this case however we're talking a squelchy gurgling synth, a drum machine that sounds like it cost 50p and vocals that sound like they were recorded down a long tube with lots of fluff in it. It just about passes the two minute mark, but only just. The band members, by the way, go by the names of Count Sticky and Grand Master Cranky, and appear to think they're zombies; this comes to us courtesy of I Blame The Parents Records, a label run by a fortysomething London blogger known as Indie Dad, possibly from his shed, and quite where he unearthed these people from is anybody's guess. Even shorter is the second track "Zombie Revolution" which sounds like a some robots on E covering The Fall on an 80s Casio pocket keyboard. The Dozal Brothers are quite possibly just arseing about having a laugh at the expense of the record buying public, but then that didn't so MGMT any harm, did it?" So said Manchester Music.
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