Bog Bodies - Razor Invasion Births The Trickle Of Vermilion Hosiery (2015)

We tried to keep from posting new (2015) tapes, but we've got a stack of tapes on our desk that we can't quite ignore anymore. So, let's jump in with another tape from the amazingly weird Bog Bodies.

This tape is a frantic, eight-minute ride through the most bizarre house of horrors you've ever seen. We still don't know how to adequately describe these guys, even after having seen them live.



Looks like the physical tape is sold out, but you can at least listen to this on the Bog Bodies bandcamp.

Holgans - The Night Garden (2013)

We were pretty happy to finally find a copy of this tape in an unlikely basement (actually, it was Dawn Louck's basement, so that actually is a fairly likely place to find musical delights), after sleeping on picking this up when it came out a couple of years ago.

Holgans was a collaboration between Ryan Bourne and Visual Artist Kiarra Albina, and we're embarrassed for having missed them. This is tape is full of amazing, cinematic psych rock - and their live show looks like it was just as good:



Thankfully, Ryan Bourne still has this available on his bandcamp.

Cry - The Cry (1980)

We've been sitting on this for a while, because it hits too close to posting the S********s, a band who we have a moratorium on posting (see: CCPS Bylaws, article 75.4.3(f)). The Cry were formed after Kimball Meyer (aka Kim Berly) split from the S********s either (a) because that band was not very good or (b) he saw the marketing potential of new wave rock. Actually, those two aren't mutually exclusive, are they?

This is the first of two records that the Cry put out on major label RCA (discogs has a third LP listed, but is weak on details - much like this blog), and, well, it's kind of what you'd expect if the popular kids in your school decided to play new wave. It's pretty formulaic - it's almost as if the band did a casual study of the first couple of Elvis Costello records and decided to write to that style.



Plus, we'll never be able to unsee those trousers that Kimball is wearing on the back cover.

Make me cry!