TJ Cabot & thee Artificial Rejects – S/T [IMPORT] – New LP
Release Date: 15 December 2020. Brand-new release from Alien Snatch! Records (Berlin), low budget basement beer-bottle busting punk rock n roll, maximum trash compactor economy, chewing on live wires with a mouthful of spit and 40 weight, stomping in puddles, biting mics, spilling beers in the amps and busting bottles against the cinder blocks, but in all the filth and whiplash, remains tattered pages of what the Kinks and the Who taught us in mid 1960s and Ramones clearly reminded us in the mid 1970s, no matter how deep you dig into the dumpster, you gotta come out with your filthy face grinning, feet kicking and your fist pumping, no matter how mangled that melody gets, you gotta charge forward and keep some intact, this band maybe mostly inspired by Animal and Oscar the Grouch and folks like the garage crunch of the Novas, and probably obviously not too concerned about what happened in the past or what some jackass like me is going to say in the future, ripping it up like a textbook before skipping out, wrapping it up like a guitar chord around your turkey neck, ripping loose like the Tasmanian Devil, blasting out of Detroit, Cleveland, Memphis, Rocket From the Tombs, Stooges, MC5 and the Oblivians, grabbing you from the get-go like that punk kid that saves the day at the show and rips you from your stupor and gets the show going, slowing it down for a moment for some of "It Ain't Fun (in the City of the Whiplash)" which they stretch out for two minutes and fifteen seconds, the cuts spitting out like spurts out of the last gallon of the pumped up keg of low-budget Canadian brew. Drain it and drink up, pint-stowp take a cup o' kindness old acquaintance be forgotten, the new decade is nearly upon us and this album is a great place to start if off. -- winch (green noise)
TJ CABOT and his heinous henchmen hail around the east shores of Canada if not hiding under their wet beer can helmets in the Cape Breton woods. This is truly 100% debunked limbo liberation army lockdown rock'n'roll! Recorded with ONE $5 microphone, the 11 all but originals just blowin away and spit the bootleg agent orange right on your skin. It starts of with "Cut it down", a MC5-style rocker and ends on Side A shuts down with DEAD MOON, fireside acoustic going off duty "It Ain' t Fun (in the City of the Whiplash)". In between you will witness a punk meltdown, pick your grave left or right of early SPACESHITS ("Occipital Neuralgia"), KAJUN SS (" I am the Enemy") or stinking fish! On the B-Side run, the jaytard joy of Single A-Sides goes on, with some only-the-GINO & THE GOONS-can-do-it smashers, more weirdo garage rockn'n' roll of those STEVE MCQUEEN wannabees and pots and pans proto-punk with some occasional drunken ramblings. On top, those Matadors of Trash unveil "Nowhere To Go" as if REAL KIDS play an unwritten PACK song. Magic mushroom mastering by James O´Toole of TOTALOUTTACONTROLLER and additional nitpicking vinyl mastering by A-HULEHULE and helpless BARRATO in Berlin. Resort your lists, ya all - this is THE ALIEN SNATCH! contribution to the Budget Rock class of 2020!