Posts Tagged ‘Text Me Records’

Baybs is the musical project of San Francisco musician Craig Jacobs and on his debut EP with the curious title “Introvertigo” (due to release via Text Me Records on June 11th 2020) the singer- songwriter penned intimate, passionate alt folk songs as a way of dealing with, coping with an anxiety ridden past.

Jacobs recalls, “There were a periods of my life where I didn’t want to leave my house.. soon I couldn’t leave my room.. then I didn’t even feel safe in my own body. The times I felt like literally jumping out of my skin the only thing that helped was picking up a guitar and creating a melody.”

The third and final single is entitled “Drifter”. Jacobs handed the singing reins off to the architect of the song’s inspiration as he explains:

Drifter was inspired by a poem written by Melissa Russi, a really close friend and collaborator. Pulling together lines that really resonated with me and adding lyrics of my own, ‘Drifter’ tells the story of a free spirited soul conflicted by a constant yearning to move from place to place and the stagnation needed to achieve stability. I remember at the time we wrote it Melissa had her mind set on leaving to travel for an indefinite amount of time and really felt the need to just get away, so I ended up heavily personifying her as the anonymous character. At this point it only made sense for her to sing lead vocals on it.”

with it’s psyche folk electric strums, and hazy drones of sound is a perfect vehicle for Melissa Russi’s vocal aesthetic. Her storytelling sounds grand and refined and while there is a 60’s garden rock sway, there is, especially on the chorus, an elegant chamber pop ascension and Jacobs vocal harmonies embrace Russi’s vox in wonderful ways. When the electric lead jams during the musical break it feels sort of like psychedelic orchestral rock, the thing of 60’s films and Television when musicians in suits and long haired stoner musicians would jam together

release via Text Me Records on June 11th 2020

 Raw, unrelenting, and careening out of the Bay Area of California is Coke. A quartet who craft angry and raw slabs of post-hardcore that chunk and chew with angular riffs and acerbic vocals. Plus, they have a song called ‘Ray Liotta’. Everyone loves Ray Liotta. Right? They also have a song called ‘Da Da’. Which is also the name of a red wine that I really love. I don’t think that Coke drink red wine. I think they bathe in the blood of their enemies and drink from their hollowed out skulls. Maybe. ( OVERBLOWN )

Raw, unrelenting, and careening out of the Bay Area of California is Coke. A quartet who craft angry and raw slabs of post-hardcore that chunk and chew with angular riffs and acerbic vocals. Plus, they have a song called ‘Ray Liotta’.I mean everyone loves Ray Liotta. Right? for sure.

They also have a song called ‘Da Da’. Which is also the name of a red wine that I really love. I don’t think that Coke drink red wine. I think they bathe in the blood of their enemies and drink from their hollowed out skulls. Maybe.

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Flat Worms which features former members of Dream Boys, Sic Alps and Thee Oh Sees hit the ground running on this pummelingly great record. Lead off song “Motorbike” sets the scene of this menacing record. They’re sound like a biker gang that digs Suicide, but thinks synths are for poseurs. One of the best albums of the year. Raging but with style, panache and tunes. This debut album of LA post-punk band featuring Will Ivy (Dream Boys, Wet Illustrated, Bridez), Justin Sullivan (Kevin Morby, The Babies) and Tim Hellman (Thee Oh Sees, Ty Segall, Sic Alps). Flat Worms belt-sanded everyone with their 7-inch on Volar, and Castle Face is proud as new papas to present their debut album. The band continues their ride on a buzz-saw wave of feedback-tipped riffs into the middle distance, the smog-choked sunset receding in the rearview, with a thousand-yard dead pan stare surgically pinned to a high octane set of boredom-energized punk pistons.

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This is an ear-ringing missive from the end of the cul-de-sac, a mirage wavering above a mid-sized American suburb at dusk, with the constellations bleached black by the sprawl. A little Wipers, a little Wire, and a lot of late-capitalist era anxious energy—Flat Worms scratch the itch quite nicely. Fans of classic SST / Homestead /Touch And Go Records will find much to love here.