![COIN UNDER TONGUERECEPTION DEATH BY AUDIO [2010]
Coin Under Tongue might be the best band you’ve never heard. I’m not saying that as an elitist by any means, its just that there isn’t much information about them on the superhighway and we all know that’s where people get 96 percent of their info right? No Myspace, no Facebook, no PureVolume, or any other social networking site for that matter. How could a band in 2010 not have a strong web prescence you ask? Well, bear with me for this one cause I’m not sure you’re going to love the answer BUT… it appears that these three dudes are making music to make music. Odd huh? Ain’t chasing that American dream nor that almighty dollar. Sure if you throw a bag of Benjamins at them they won’t duck, but they seemingly couldn’t give a fuck less about all that. You see, once you give up on trying to figure out if anyone is ever gonna be into yr shit or not, there’s an ultimate liberation that comes with that. Then you’re allowed to just go off. Free of inhibitions, whatever then comes up will come out, and if you naturally have good taste, then yr gonna spit out something cool. And you sit back and at best, hope a handful of people around the world will share the same enthusiasm for your music that you yourself have for it. Crazy how that works isn’t it? Coin Under Tongue seem to have that line of thinking down solid. And I love them for that.
So when I checked my mail the other day, I couldn’t have been more psyched to see that I had gotten an advanced copy of their new album Reception mailed to me. Clocking in at just under 35 minutes the band uses nine tracks to rip through your brain and toy with your emotions like a perverted psychologist, only to then gently back off, leaving you to wonder what just happened. All at once you’ll be trying to put your finger on what this sounds like, what it reminds you off, and yet why it feels so fresh at the same time. Don’t bother though for there isn’t really a true answer to that other than the obvious. People with good taste will generally take their personal influences, bend ‘em over, and fuck them into oblivion, and shoot a hot load of their own energy/ideas directly down the tunnel. This is how something cool is born, or at least that is how I’ve simplified it to myself. Makes sense doesn’t it? Throughout this album you may here a Sabbath like riff here or early Cure sort of lick there but it always digresses back to a specific sound that Coin Under Tongue has carved out for themselves, dating back to their first EPs. Each song is great and stands on its own, often leaving you wanting to hit repeat after every track finishes. Shit, I often do. I think I can assume there were a bunch of different Death By Audio pedals stomped on all over this record as they capture some killer riffs and tones ranging from monster distortion to almost an English shimmer to pure crunch on the hook on the track “Dogma Sheen.” And feedback. A lot. And that’s rarely a bad thing on a good record.
Singer/guitarist Joe Kelly fleshes everything out with some of the best songwriting I’ve heard in a long time, highlighted in what should be the summer anthem of 2010 for all, “Seizure In The Stairwell.” The whole album is pretty much chock full of excellent lyrics though. The hook on “Dogma Sheen” will not leave your head as Kelly’s howl of “Cause I’m blown and crass, the free things never seem to last, my locker’s deep I figured out. There’s a new kick in my heels, simple enough, threw away my shields” will play over and over again. One thing I’ve always experienced while listening to their records is a sense of nostalgia. Whether its the band itself waxing it on their songs or whether its the record taking me personally back to something, that particular feeling has always been prevalent. And I dig shit like that.
These guys are camping out right in Brooklyn’s back yard, sitting around the fire pit throwing a few back and offering to share the good times with any and all. Its too bad that a lot of people are still sleeping on ‘em. Or perhaps are more into watching bands who just discovered neon colors bang on samplers with stuffed animals. Wink. But hey, to each his own. Luckily Coin Under Tongue seem like the type of dudes with an open door policy. You can come and go as you please, and in between all they seem to interested in is making something that people can share enthusiasm about. Can’t ask for much more.
+ recommended if you like : rock n roll, heart and soul, sex, bacon, chopping down trees, the sensation of yr balls banging on yr thighs while you walk, good times, bad times, old times, new times, mind elevation, lameness degradation, love, life, and death.
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COIN UNDER TONGUE
RECEPTION
DEATH BY AUDIO [2010]
Coin Under Tongue might be the best band you’ve never heard. I’m not saying that as an elitist by any means, its just that there isn’t much information about them on the superhighway and we all know that’s where people get 96 percent of their info right? No Myspace, no Facebook, no PureVolume, or any other social networking site for that matter. How could a band in 2010 not have a strong web prescence you ask? Well, bear with me for this one cause I’m not sure you’re going to love the answer BUT… it appears that these three dudes are making music to make music. Odd huh? Ain’t chasing that American dream nor that almighty dollar. Sure if you throw a bag of Benjamins at them they won’t duck, but they seemingly couldn’t give a fuck less about all that. You see, once you give up on trying to figure out if anyone is ever gonna be into yr shit or not, there’s an ultimate liberation that comes with that. Then you’re allowed to just go off. Free of inhibitions, whatever then comes up will come out, and if you naturally have good taste, then yr gonna spit out something cool. And you sit back and at best, hope a handful of people around the world will share the same enthusiasm for your music that you yourself have for it. Crazy how that works isn’t it? Coin Under Tongue seem to have that line of thinking down solid. And I love them for that.
So when I checked my mail the other day, I couldn’t have been more psyched to see that I had gotten an advanced copy of their new album Reception mailed to me. Clocking in at just under 35 minutes the band uses nine tracks to rip through your brain and toy with your emotions like a perverted psychologist, only to then gently back off, leaving you to wonder what just happened. All at once you’ll be trying to put your finger on what this sounds like, what it reminds you off, and yet why it feels so fresh at the same time. Don’t bother though for there isn’t really a true answer to that other than the obvious. People with good taste will generally take their personal influences, bend ‘em over, and fuck them into oblivion, and shoot a hot load of their own energy/ideas directly down the tunnel. This is how something cool is born, or at least that is how I’ve simplified it to myself. Makes sense doesn’t it? Throughout this album you may here a Sabbath like riff here or early Cure sort of lick there but it always digresses back to a specific sound that Coin Under Tongue has carved out for themselves, dating back to their first EPs. Each song is great and stands on its own, often leaving you wanting to hit repeat after every track finishes. Shit, I often do. I think I can assume there were a bunch of different Death By Audio pedals stomped on all over this record as they capture some killer riffs and tones ranging from monster distortion to almost an English shimmer to pure crunch on the hook on the track “Dogma Sheen.” And feedback. A lot. And that’s rarely a bad thing on a good record.
Singer/guitarist Joe Kelly fleshes everything out with some of the best songwriting I’ve heard in a long time, highlighted in what should be the summer anthem of 2010 for all, “Seizure In The Stairwell.” The whole album is pretty much chock full of excellent lyrics though. The hook on “Dogma Sheen” will not leave your head as Kelly’s howl of “Cause I’m blown and crass, the free things never seem to last, my locker’s deep I figured out. There’s a new kick in my heels, simple enough, threw away my shields” will play over and over again. One thing I’ve always experienced while listening to their records is a sense of nostalgia. Whether its the band itself waxing it on their songs or whether its the record taking me personally back to something, that particular feeling has always been prevalent. And I dig shit like that.
These guys are camping out right in Brooklyn’s back yard, sitting around the fire pit throwing a few back and offering to share the good times with any and all. Its too bad that a lot of people are still sleeping on ‘em. Or perhaps are more into watching bands who just discovered neon colors bang on samplers with stuffed animals. Wink. But hey, to each his own. Luckily Coin Under Tongue seem like the type of dudes with an open door policy. You can come and go as you please, and in between all they seem to interested in is making something that people can share enthusiasm about. Can’t ask for much more.
+ recommended if you like : rock n roll, heart and soul, sex, bacon, chopping down trees, the sensation of yr balls banging on yr thighs while you walk, good times, bad times, old times, new times, mind elevation, lameness degradation, love, life, and death.
