Fungal Punk - Muck and the Mires vs The Fadeaways - Creature Double Feature
So the dastardly Dirty Water deviants throw a split single my way and force me into a clattered corner where 2 units instead of one batter my brains. These kind of releases always cause a cerebral problem that has me worrying if what one band offers is shite and the others donations are bright, then how bad will Fungal look when he does his truthful and temperamental bit. Ah the wonders of the reviewing lark, tis all shit in the fan, blowing against one man and leaving him battered and bruised. Good job my thickened skin and utter belief is holding firm, bah the bastards.
So two units, two efforts each - how about this for a review then?
The Fadeaways come from Japan and twat out a garage-vibration best described by the following two-part review.
Track one and 'How Can I Make Her Mine', a snot-filled nostril of noise waiting to be cleared firmly and without apology all over your lap. The acoustic gunk is squirted via a full-on double quick vigorfest of needy musicianship that sees all players throw in their all, almost jizz in their pants and come away with a final sound that is zested, zipping and quite noticeably, enthusing. The busy bee approach, the underlying strength of the bass and the incessant action make this a throwaway product of the most rock and roll kind - and that is meant as a compliment.
'I Wanna Be Your Busyman' follows up the opener with a more deliberate and harder structured routine that, although lacking the formers pace, somehow has more effect and...appeal. The screwed up vocal style and the bass pulse provide a workplace for the guitar and skins to plod away and get through their rewarding labour. The pronounced drums lead the way for a stalking presence that comes up to your face and plays out its vibrating sonic show. The corrupt guitars have enough crispness to make for an easier listen than at first realised and I suggest you just slink along with this one and reveal the mover and shaker within.
Muck and the Mires come from Boston in the US of A and are long term fiddlers on the Dirty Water stage. Their offerings are digested and reviewed as thus.
The opener and 'Don't Let Her Getaway' rolls in with gusto before taking up a delightful rhythm and moving into something akin to a hybridised professional/pub rock release that is bare-boned, honest, without affectation and with a superb clear-cut end sheen that all and sundry can take to. The vocal style is pristine and very natural with the harmonised touches, clap and smile intercuts and just general happy-go-lucky jauntiness all easy-going joy to the lugs of a reviewer battered and bruised by much harsher offal over many years. I ain't complaining but this is a breath of fresh air to play when the spirits are sagging and the lugs bleeding. If I adopted a critical stance I could scrape the barrel and say it was breaking no new ground, pushing no boundaries and just being an uncomplicated effort jumping on the rear end of the rock and roll mare - so fuckin' what! One to take, join in with and bloody well applaud.
'I'm Your Man' maintains the barroom essence and moves with a very early seventies feel that has much perspiration flying and sub-generic substance snorted with visions arising of something akin to Ducks Deluxe, Dr Feelgood and perhaps Eddie and the Hotrods. From the opening twangs there is a thirst in the methodology and the initial call of 'alright' only emphasises this feeling. A cock-sure approach and a slight rise in thermals drags the listener along kicking and screaming and into the final thrust very much alive. Not a bad do at all, even if it is of a certain pedigree!
Two decent outfits on a label that produces much good stuff. In fact the level of the labels produce is so high this release will not stand out, nor will many others? Is this a good or a bad thing? Come on Dirty Water throw some shit my way and then I can appreciate the good stuff ha, ha.