Dear Nora- The New Year EP & Unreleased Songs 12"

get yer wet cheeks off my shoulder. this one had to be posted while the weather was still chewin' on your frozen face. mostly somber, usually acoustic, always melodic. solid, consistent, pretty jingles for a parched mouth and a bad back. sit up, lay back down, sit up again, pace around; it's big enough for two but this town just isn't doing it for you anymore. good thing this one has a henrys dress cover on it. and fifteen other rip-and-spits too. 

your shoelaces are always the first thing to go in this world

Urban Legends- S/T 7"

dreaming of april skies only to realize it's still february, but that doesn't mean there's no dancing in the house of cards that's been dealt to you. only posting the b-side of this one, because that's all you need to hear (and you do need to hear it). put out by a fine emo purveyor of the 90s- tree records- and there's enough melody on this one to spare some change and stave off the humming buzz inside your brain for another day. you're going steady now; slow it down so you can speed it back up.

tracklist:

now and then, forever


the bottom notch is the last to be squashed

The Summer Hits- 1000 Moments of Natural Flotation 7"

the celestial bodies beam down on you today; a double-post of most excellent tunes. this one's essential, and i don't throw that term around. hopefully you've already heard of the summer hits- their discography is smattered across several 7"s and is largely collected on their double-disc Beaches and Canyons. if that thing ever gets pressed on vinyl, look out. peace may emanate from every uneven crack in the sidewalk. bridges might become rainbows. torrents of orgasm materialized in wave-form would likely crash against the sand and turn the dirt in your teeth to bars of gold. these three songs are, as always, ripped from vinyl, and with this being a copy of the limited edition colour, you can really hear the green in each song. okay, enough fucking around. every track  kicks like a mule scorned, so drop everything (including the priceless vase you're holding), grab this, and listen repeatedly. 

tracklist:

laetitia

lift off

mod cinema

the miracle of countertops

The Ninjas- In and Out 7"

tilt back that head, oil up the jawbone, and pull down the chin: something thick with fuzz this way comes. consume it urgently. "crash pop," or "indie slop," or whatever label you need to read. it's smackin' you in the face like a biting winter's wind. you should hear this. might as well wake up or stay asleep for good. you should hear this. shock your static brainwaves, they've flatlined, they're grey. you should hear this. put out a while ago by blackbean and placenta tape club.

tracklist:

In and Out (w. Brandon Hillard)
Calling You Out


A furious retreat to apathy

The Crabs- Dreamboat 7"

make way. straight from the depths of the two-dollar chasm, an excellent four-song slab rises and rears its poppy head. tracks maribel and dreamboat are instant hits in a parallel universe- one interested in doling out dollops of quality indie-rock to the sun-soaked masses. instead these jams are stuck languishing in obscurity, just like your contributions to society. we're sorry, dad. we're all really sorry. but did you see that the band is called the crabs, and then there's a crab on the cover?! it counts for something. i think it's gotta count for a lot, actually.

tracklist:

dreamboat

riptide

maribel

mongoose

ashes in vases, vases on mantles, mantles made of recycled sweat

Hauskeepin'

shut up. 

let me start that again. 

hello. a few things before we schlock on back to the rock. first, how are you? everything's just grand? excellent. next, know that i read the comments and appreciate that you slickers have taken the time to leave them. this brings me to the next point that begs for a bit of feather-dustin': as you doobs have probably noticed, i'm no good at link maintenance. if there's something you simply cannot live without, hit me up at eatingskittles @ gmail dot dot dash dot com, and i'll see what i can do for you. no laundry lists please. this blog only aspires to flash inside that ol' proverbial pan, so check back infrequently and download as we go. it's an adventure, you know. 

third-most, i'm aware of mediafire's newfound lust for tomfoolery. we'll see if we can hike it up and skirt around the problem. 

blastly, a while ago i posted a swell 7" by the band square pegs. a commenter wants you to know that you can grab a bunch of the band's stuff by following the link that concludes this post.

more jams to follow at irregular intervals. 

stay defiantly stupid, m'friends.

http://mymeanmagpie.bandcamp.com/album/bye-ep 

Justin Clifford Rhody and Some Other People & A. Restrepo and the Older Siblings- split 7"

totally tighteous, royally righteous, stone-chizzlin', spoon-whittlin' lo-fi acoustrummin' can't-do-no-wrong-because-y'can't-do-no-right jams for y'all to vibe with. restrepo brings the get up and flail to rhody's slow down (and out). your diet aspartame eyes haven't seen a damn thing yet. clack that download button like you're confident about a decision for once.

tracklist:

jcr & sop-

bear claws
sleeping with trouble
ask them if they have any aspirin / off you (the breeders)
i'm a grown woman's baby
22, 28, 32

ar & tos-

goya
valley of fire
drought-tolerant bunch grasses


bury my clothes in the orange grove

Happy Jawbone Family Band / Great Valley split 7"

face it: your christmases are always kind of weird ("grandpa, stop doing that please") but never weird enough to transcend grandpa's unwanted advances. fix it here. it's a good slop of strange with a healthy side of shake that, honey. christmas will likely never be the same again, and not because grandpa's dead. these are limited to 150 copies. grab one from feeding tube records if it hits you square in that spot.

tracklist:

happy jawbone family band:

it's christmastime again

martian santa

great valley:

christmas spirits

the more you try not to think about it, the harder the sunglasses squeeze your brain 

Park / A Boy Named Thor- Six New Ways To Hold Your Girl While Dancing 7"

quiet down back there. take your coffeemaker ears and allow this mixture to percolate. equal parts soft wimp-pop and bedroom time-passings for you to teethe on. tongue tasting is fine but don't chew these would-be winter garments. park beats boy without much of a struggle. footing is best found in the song "scout," but what do i know? no, what do you know? i'm asking. extract and itemize each bit of knowledge that hides in the creaks and crevices of whatever you've got up there. send it to me in a goblet made of glass and wood and we'll go from there. hit up unread records for physical copies of this here slab if you dig 'er.

tracklist:

park:
scout
like she's addicted to pathos
with rusty wires

a boy named thor:
the bear and the bee
dance party usa
midnight at the sage


complimentary grappling hooks for all third-grade dreamers