Frankie And The Witch Fingers lurch into new territory with “Trash Classic”, a warped evolution soaked in synth-punk squalor and disintegrating glamour. Unconcerned with polish, the LP thrives in corrosion, offering rickety rictuses and distortion-drenched gospel from bottom barrels. This is their most jagged, volatile work yet: buzzing with attitudinal attrition, spat-out hooks, and rhythms writhing like exposed wires neath acid rain. Made between the scorched industrial outskirts of Vernon, LA and finally shaped at Tiny Telephone Studio in Oakland with producer Maryam Qudus (La Luz, Spacemoth), this one owes its gnarled edges to both geographic grit and a willingness to unravel convention; late-night sugar binges, chaotic cartoon marathons, and freeform studio experiments fed its spastic jaunt.
“Trash Classic” marks a feral mutation for Frankie and the Witch Fingers — a record that snarls with proto-punk venom, angular melodies, and electronic textures that cough and sputter like dying neon lights under a poisoned sky. Every day of recording began with cartoons blaring at full volume—a Looney Tunes ritual that turned the madness of the recording process into something almost childlike. Late at night, sugar-fueled candy binges kept the energy spiking, pushing the sessions into a fever dream of jittery, spastic playfulness.
It’s also a digital detour for the band, since their many discog-jamming catalogue adds released through Greenway Records, which otherwise trod in an increasing doom-psych direction.
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