After the review on siltblog, I had to go see if this version of 'I want to be your dog' was on their myspace and sadly it's not, they got my attention... this cover might be great, but everything here was just horrific. Really untalented, terrible. It reminds me of how bad the late 90's could be when it seemed like every open mic had a shit waste of electricity band like this. I could tolerate it, but can't anymore...there is nothing redeemable about this in any way. And you might think, 'well that's an accomplishment then isn't it?' Or 'Everyone hated the Sex Pistols when they first played.' It's not even on the same planet, it can't compare...I could score 4 minutes of silence...but I'm not John Fucking Cage! This is such blatant boring posturing, it makes me sick. They are billing themselves like some kind of novelty, having met in prison and this is the only job they can get?... they are a joke. The worst track has to be the live one. What blew my mind was imagining anyone going to see this shit for free.
I can't get back the five minutes I just wasted.
Jason, www.7inches.blogspot.com
If you'd have asked me yesterday if I needed to hear another cover of the Stooges 'Wanna be your dog", the NO would've resonated like one of them Alps yodeller's in the Riccola commercial. But after hearin Titmachine's version of said overdone classic, I's liked to have choked to death on my cough drop. A tremendous neanderthalic, witchy all-fem DIY sucker punch right between the eyes of any of the greatest punk primitief classics you can name, right up there w/ Kleenex & Manisch Depressiv. I'd have pegged'em as Swiss too, but they's Dutch & much like their infamous elm disease, Titmaster is more than capable of complete devastation. The B-side a wondrous mess as well & I am goin to the front of the line to wait impatiently for their next amazing release. C'mon, let's have it! NOW! Tom Lax, Siltblog
The joyously eclectic Meeuw Muzak's latest pleasure is this little slab featuring an all girl no wave quartet which I gather draws members from Germany, Holland and the USA. Labeled only "Left" and "Right", the A side reveals itself to be a cover of Stooges "I Wanna Be Your Dog". Pounded out in a steady rhythm with vocals that are practically chanted, it comes off like The Fall in their early prime. The flip side is a quick blast of spoken German that rallies up into all the racket keyboards, guitar, bass and drums can muster. Quick and dirty like too many things aren't these days. Eric Lanzilotta, Bixobal
Titmachine’s cover of ‘I Wanna be Your Dog’ is a death-head of a cover, a radioactive beast guided by radar vibrations of green goo advancing in your direction, simultaneously falling to pieces and indestructible, sick with the mechanic lunacy of The Normal, strapped with a bandolier of explosives mercilessly precipitating towards detonation like some doomed version of Robby the Robot built by a feral pack of Dutch No Wave gal commandoes with the attitude of the Mo-Dettes bike-chain toting latino gang sisters, that beeping you hear is a measure approximating your distance to final dissolution, a racket which steps with purity of intent inside the white-heat twilight zone of nihilism infecting the immortal original. 20 Jazz Funk Greats
Totally fantastic 7” in a classy sleeve from this all-girl idiot-avant garage group from the Netherlands. One side presents the all-time best cover of The Stooges “I Wanna Be Your Dog” (I know, but you gotta hear it) that crosses Shaggs/Suckdog style stumble-punk moves with the kind of holy goof-off modernist appeal of Index tackling “Eight Miles High” while the flip is a torrential amphetamine spike that is as disobedient as early Germs and kinda approximates what you always thought STP were gonna sound like in the wake of Julia Cafritz’s “HC Rebellion” on the first Pussy Galore LP. Forthcoming single on Siltbreeze too – highly recommended. Volcanic Tongue
This superbly whacked, internationally blended quartet creates the first listenable version of The Stooges' tune since I know not when. The vibe is very much in the classic Kleenex line, with four sets of female hands creating a rather bodacious racket. An extremely fine listening experience. The Wire
very nice to hear ya again - do you remember, you gave me guitarstrings, when mine were broken, at the fabriek gig?? thanx anyway, we were too drunken at least.
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