split pants! Mean Jeans / Hollywood 7"

what's a bonzo journey summer 2012, you ask? then you probably shouldn't download this, because it ain't for jerks with questions. this is for getting down and partying. this is for the sugar overdose and the subsequent acid reflux that tears up your throat. this is the motherfuckin' mean jeans (and hollywood). this is nowhere near the jeans's best slap-around and still it rules. (let's go b4 they blow their) brains out.

if any part of this tune gets you to even slightly nod your head along to a few beats, do yourself a favour and check out either [read: both] of their full-lengths (are you serious / mean jeans on mars). then send them money so that they can keep pumpin' out these [jock] jams [4]. this is the tour cover for the split 7" they released with hollywood a while ago.

tracklist:

mean jeans- (let's go b4 i blow my) brains out
hollywood- (i prefer) drugs


"a second hole in your capri sun"

V/A- Patty Duke Fanzine #2 7"

ladies covering lady duke. gaze makin' an appearance and knockin' it real good, just as gaze does. rose melberg (of the softies and also of rose melberg) does her mangum doin' his patty. international house of (pancakes/karen) does a number that's all bopsy-doodle; bouncin', steppin', turnin', twirlin' shenanigans. buck takes the pop in a punk direction that's all like, hey, what number is this track on the empire records soundtrack? get foolish and stay there.

tracklist

buck- sure gonna miss him
gaze- whenever she holds you
international house of karen- tell me momma
rose melberg- i love how you love me


two steps forward, winded and doubled over.

Dead Dog- Don't Touch Me

a second helping of dead dog. don't touch them. you know better. more jamz for your outside waddles about town and your inside waffle-eatings. unsuitable for anything in between. you've picked up the scent, now chase it down. put out by let's pretend records in 2010. damn, damn fine.

tracklist:

fido
treading water
pizza taco
cryin II
barn
hollywood cemetary
mama loves
couch


something or another about anything

Dead Dog- S/T

this here is agreeable. indie/pop/punk/whatever. lady-fronted, melodic, poorly recorded (in a good way), etcetera. you probably should want to hear this. you probably have a lot of things in your life that you should probably do but you don't. sort some shit out for yourself and come back when you decide to start doing things that will advance your life in a positive manner. also, your family said they were ashamed of you, and not just as members of your family but as citizens of earth.

tracklist:

lil' miss icu
return of the living dead
swallow it
dead dogs don't mind
hate song (daniel johnston cover)
worth it
partners in crime
oh my fullness


losing your legs to the weirder parts

Poem Rocket- Pretty Baby

usually i'll throw up the whole of something, because what's not mine is sometimes yours. throw up in your mouth: i've decided to post only one (essential) song. you'll have to trust that the rest of the songs on this blue chevy impala 10" are marginal to moderate, but need not be heard. this one does need hearing though. a beautiful, off-kilter pop song to rub your face against pillows to. this is not for your personal pretty baby; this is for you, pretty baby.

tracklist:

pretty baby


limbs by your sides, flail and rise: it's morning.

Patterns Make Sunrise- Untitled 7"

two posts in one day? greedy, egregious, greek lettering. enough of that though, let's peel this present open and have a quick look-see. hmmm, this can't be right. something is terribly off here. you didn't want to hear the entire recorded output (four songs/keep ramblin' on) of a little-known ind-emo band that appeared and was gone. return to sender, post-haste with a post-marked date. or take your moments and spend 'em on a listen, and then rejoice that this obscure goodie no-shoes is available from k records for five bucks.

tracklist:

silo coordinance
quilceda creek
so as to
light to your heart


two minutes for backslashing

V/A- A Gift From Sing-Sing: A Popfactory Compilation

hamilton? how are them paddles holding up? it's been a while since last we spoke. here's a treat. or is it a gift? it is both. as far as long-playin' pop comps go, this is a nice one. you (yes, you, hamilton) will likely find a few tunes that jibe with who you are and what you're all about these days. but don't take that kind of shit from me. stand up for yourself and hear this with your own (two?) ears. put out in the year of 1996 by popfactory records.

no tracklist this time, just love.

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