Jam jars filled with Crumpton Oaks put pay to the 19th
and 20th but here’s the Johnny Cash & Family Christmas Show from
1977 and an added peach from the 1976 show to make up for it.
Behind door 18 a Pop nugget is going off like the Christmas disco of your dreams. Like a dry cider in the hands of Jack the Rat, Sweden’s brilliant Lucky Lucky Pigeons didn’t hang around for long. Just long enough though to leave an everlasting disco ball spinning in your heart with gems like Keep on Kingie and Red Santa going off like Marceline and the Scream Queens rocking up to the open mic night for a party, armed with keyboards they found in their local charity shop.
Christmas is only a week away. So
here's the epic Glam Chops, featuring Eddie Argos and the boys getting their
Glam out for Christmas like Wizard spinning upside down on a barrel of Crumpton Oaks in
the corner of the best discotheque ever.
Bursting from the door today is 10 years of pissing on Zane
Lowe’s smirking face and the whole of 6 Music's “indie” back catalogue via The
Indelicates.
As our pal Eddie Argos said “…the
Indelicates have been my favourite new band in every end of year poll I’ve been
asked to complete in the last four years, but that is not enough. They are
going to become the answer to every question put to me…”
The Indelicates are back and armed with another cluster of nuggets that
kick up shimmering shit-storms in 'Elevator Music'
Today’s treat is a storming set from The Stammer. It shoots across Philadelphia like Kerouac
and Moriarty picking up the lost souls, broken dreams, faded friendships,
aching hearts, small pockets of hope, and the burnouts and the left-behinds. Lines
sparkle and shoot from guitars and explode in your mind like tiny fireworks
letting you take from it what you need.
As Dai Disco spent the weekend inside a barrel of Crumpton
Oaks, emerging only to enter the wrong door and proceed anyway to empty the
fridge of its cans like Phantom Phil on his way home from a bender, there was no
number 12.
To more than make up for it, number 13 is a shit-kicking
punk treat from San Francisco’s
Joyride! Fuzzy guitars laced with razor sharp edges whip up a storm that stays
with you like the cloud over Daffy Duck, spitting hail that
cuts, scars, and has you endlessly coming back for more like morphine day in
the surgery.
Today’s journey takes through Liverpool and London via Seattle’s
Bleeding Gold Records. People//Talk’s version of Just Handshakes’ ‘London
Bound’ burns like a long lost Joy Division nugget where light flickers and seeps
though dark basement beats. Just Handshakes’ beautiful original has you
simultaneously twisting and turning in melancholy dreams whilst losing your shit as if
possessed under the disco ball.
As Des Death wrote on the toilet door of the
discotheque; The Drink are a dreamy, magical mystery tour of a Pop band,
whipping up a dancing storm one part Blondie’s Heart of Glass, another The
Breeders’ Cannonball, with distant strains of medieval folk. Their second LP ‘Capital’
glows with melodies that ache and twitch into magical Pop songs you don’t want
to put down.
We travel to New Zealand for the next slice of shimmering
Pop music. It comes in the form of Fazerdaze’s dream-pop beauty ‘Little Uneasy’,
which flickers like memories in the faded photographs of distant
summers.
Today’s gift comes from California’s bone-shaking Punk Poppers Great Hart. The shit-kicking ‘Dropping Out’ sounds like Bouncing Souls taps-aff
sucking Crumpton Oaks through a beer helmet in Jack the Rat and Lesher’s new
student digs, or even better if that’s possible. Send them all your money. Punk rock ist nicht tot!!
In June The Sun Days ‘Album’ screeched into my shack like
Makthaverskan and Marceline's Scream Queens joyriding The Electric Pop Group’s melodies. ‘Don’t need to be
them’ is just one plucked from a mine of jangling Pop nuggets, that still burns
now in the cold of winter as it first did in the distant summer.
Today’s treat comes via Melbourne’s shoegaze dream-Poppers Day
Ravies. Their 2015 LP Liminal Zones rolls and spikes with synths, guitar hooks
and slow burning melodies that burn like a drug you can’t put down. ‘Skewed’ is
just one purler from their full box of shimmering Pop beauties.
Legends of Countries ‘Talk About Country’ glows beautifully
like the tales of The Highwaymen and Townes Van Zandt, with the understated
sadness of Withered Hand sprinkled on top. Country guitars and choruses bounce
along with nods, winks and joined dots from Country music’s finest to DIY Punk
hero Kathleen Hanna and Indiepop legend Amelia Fletcher. Lovely stuff, as
Shakin’ Stevens would say.
Today’s door opens to reveal a treat from San Diego’s wonderful TV Girl. ‘Like We Planned’ is another perfect Pop mosaic cut from the dreamland of electronic
samples and outsider Pop with the added gift of Madison Acid taking the
scissors for a spin.
Christmas Advent number 3 comes via DIY Punk super-group No
Ditching. Their 2015 EP Inseparable rages like Marceline and the Scream Queens busking on a Durham street corner. The one
minute riot that is ‘Dickhead’ has never been so appropriate.
WESTKUST’s ‘LAST FOREVER’ LP sounds like all your favourite
songs being played in a row between Veronica Falls and Makthaverskan in the ultimate Goth party of Dai Disco’s dreams. Spiking guitars and thundering
choruses collide in a tidal wave that sweeps you off your feet, leaving you breathless
for 33 minutes of storming fuzzed-up pop euphoria. Dai Disco, Lesher, and Dai
Goth have all succumbed to its beauty, sacrificing what could have been a
bottle of Crumpton Oaks to secure it, here. Even Lesher (who values Crumpton
Oaks over almost anything), believes it to be his finest purchase ever for
under a fiver, and was heard recently saying “ahhh not even Frosty Jacks on cold winter night comes
close to this, lovely stuff.”
After a lengthy absence spent feeding cats and touching tips
with the best and worst of them, Bruce Foresight's vision has come true. I can no
longer resist the opportunity to lay some sweet beats down for you to chew up
like Father Christmas chomping on the pie you keep your weed in.
To begin the journey we head back to 2010 in the form of Lucky Delucci’s beautiful December
1986. Magical melodies float around Josef Prygodzicz’s winter storm of love and
loss, which seems to come to the front like Frankel in the last furlong during the cold
slow days of Christmas.
Josef is now spinning magical landscapes here with his new
band Winter Villains.
Here's a mix found embedded in the walls of Dai Disco's lair that featured in the May edition of the free fishing, music, and poetry zine Fishin' Rod Reel Handle. Most of the music is available on bandcamp on the 'name your price' scheme, so give the ones that make you smile, cry, and throw shit at the walls all of your dole money.