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Great Heavy Psychedelic Garage with Noise, July 2, 2012

This type of music isn’t at all Noise Rock, it’s Heavy Psychedelic Garage that often use Noise.

The difference between Garage and Noise is quite simple, at same sound level Noise will be aggressive to the ears when Garage will only bring garbage to the whole sound. Some tracks are more Garage like “Noble Rot” and some tracks are more Noise like “F.. Your Pretzel”. But the whole album is build with dirty sounds and a constant sound garbage, that is Garage.

This is a quite good Heavy Psychedelic album. Its overall quality is rather close to the first three albums of Comets on Fire that are Heavy Psychedelic with more or less Noise depending of the album. The tracks are well diversified and they evolve well. This is meaning that they aren’t repetitive. It’s nice Heavy Psychedelic, a Sax add sometimes another cool layer matching well Psychedelic Music. The vocals are quite dirty this matching well the double approach of Garage and Psychedelic. Sometimes a lot of echo is used on vocals and that works very well with such music. You’ll get many typical solo that seem more or less random, like in many Heavy Psychedelic album, but many will used sounds a bit dirty showing the global Garage influence on this album.

Enjoying Garage is a special pleasure. If you like clean sounds flee this album as hell. But if you like dirts and imperfections here is the Heavy Psychedelic Garage album you should try. Also if you like Garage this is a curiosity to try because you won’t find many albums like that. And the fan of Heavy Psychedelic should also try this album which has some originality.

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bring back music, please!!!!!!, November 22, 2011

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Fernando Benítez V “krautrockfreak” (Mexico City, Mexico) –

  

This type of music, commonly known as ‘noise-rock’ or whatever is not exactly shocking anymore. Its novelty value expired the day the great butthole surfers signed with a major label and enlisted none other than John Paul Jones as engineer! don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy it, but it’s been quite some time since the genre exuded something resembling personality. now, i know that sometimes it tries to go against the grain, which means that in a sense its mission is to demolish rockstar pedestals thru anonymity and D.I.Y. ethics. that’s great and so very punk, and i’m all for it. but sometimes you can do it with ‘class’ or, rather, style… i’ll keep it short: Puffy Areolas are a good band, they have lots of energy, and i’m pretty sure their minds hace been nicely twisted by substance abuse, a trait that brings them closer to The Stooges, in sound and in spirit. at least this album awakes the usually lethargic yinyang in me: i love it, yet, every once in a while, i despise it. which is to say that although not cutting-edge, at least it’s not mediocre. these guys do know how to erect a mean wall-of-noise. BUT i do miss singing, and i do miss catchy tunes. what’s wrong with a catchy tune? it’s not like i’m suggesting a Journey-like approach here hahaha. not at all, but all the screaming annoys me no end. it somehow turns this otherwise great album into something pop-like, i.e. almost disposable,a fleeting plastified pleasure (without the guilt normally associated with pop garbage, which says a lot, i know!)… the sad thing about some punkrock is that it castrated rock in general: it did away with the blues, and that’s certainly tragic. but if you’re gonna replace it with something interesting, more power to you. if not, you’re sadly denying the beautiful and eternal core of hard rock music… thank you, at least you’re not playing metal, but you’re just screaming your brains out in order to… to what? show us that you’re insane? madness is the norm nowadays, and nobody cares… bring back singing: Iggy did it, the bad brains did it, the pink fairies did it, gibby did it; not to mention the cows or the mighty jesus lizard- yes, even them .. that’s what i mean by catchy songs and personality. I dunno, this album drives me wild, i love to feel trapped within the density of ther anarchic riffing, i love to feel like they’re cornering me with a menacing look. it’s masochism to the greatest aural degree, which is rare in me, but i don’t care. it’s just the vocals- that’s where i draw the line and probably defend myself through wishful thinking, because greatness will not come back. it was all a rocknroll myth. fair enough: the Puffy Areolas have blasted the pedestals i built and cared for in my illusory rock garden. yeah!

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