Ah, that would be the life: simple responses
to big worries. I could yell at my food to tell it
I was coming to kill it & I’d let people know I loved them
by hitting myself, purple splotches blossoming
on my chest like clouds. Anybody could see
there was something inside that hurt so much I wanted it out.

- Nate Pritts, Apeman.

Taiconderoga – speakin’ my mind
Speakin’ my mind 7″ (Belter / 1970)
Charles Lloyd – rusty toy
Warm Waters (Kapp / 1971)
The Standells – Dirty Water
Dirty water (Tower / 1966)
Les Breastfeeders – Laisse Autant Le Vent Tout Emporter
Dejeuner sur l’herbe (Blow the fuse / 2004)
The Cannanes – Asleep
The Cannanes (Ajax / 1996)
Squeeze – If I didn’t love you
(Argybargy, 1980)

I’ve noticed this type of raw, fuzzy sound has been slowly infecting the fashion scene for the past months, constantly appearing on runways, tv commercials and boutique soundtracks with more and more frequency. I wonder: is it a beautiful accident provoked by the french’s growing interest in electro and garage punk? Have young music lovers just had more than their fare share of decaffeinated downtempo that older generations embraced and feel the urge to unclog their eardrums? Is it the time of the season? Is it the bypass product of an uneven combination of loneliness, social impotence and heatstrokes? Either way, I dig it. Been playing hours of my garage collection constantly during this hiatus and I find it strange that I have yet to hear a complaint from my acquaintances even when they tend to be very picky when it comes to music. It must be the time for me to move to edgier taste.

Photos: [1, 2, 3, 4, 5]

See also: Shopping in time of recession