Happy holidays, you shopaholic freakz! That’s right – here at Club LITA, we remember the REAL reason for the season. We’re not necessarily saying you WON’T catch us in the street blowing a briefcase of Benjamins – but we’ll be getting twiiiissted on the way! So grab a flask, grab a triple peppermint mocha, grab your unspeakables, and get out there! Do your part to keep this surreal party barge we call the American economy jamming! In fact, why not start right now with these little stagflation squashers?!
Home for the holidays? Grip this pair before you sneak down to your parent’s basement, light the yuletide spliff, and hide from the world. J. Rider is the follow-up to the phenomenal Anonymous record (reissued last year), and the same band in all but name. All the ingredients that made that record such a heavy burn remain in place here – perfect harmonies, sophisticated arrangements, and a dare-we-say, more musky delivery. McKay’s “Into You” emerged from the same ’76/’77 Indiana corridor that birthed the Anonymous lineage of bands, and reps the looser, earthier side of the ’70′s West Coast sound as interpreted by landlocked heshers. One to keep around for the come down.
Ray “McKay” Pierle and his musically-adept brothers and friends partied, jammed and partied some more on Indy’s south side throughout the 70’s. This 300-press 1978 album was given to friends and family and consigned in nearby record shoppes at the time. And only a mere 15 years had to pass before the collecting world discovered the highly-personal songwriting, tight playing, and not-so-well-hidden West-Coast stylistic touches. Here’s a new all analogue, master tape edition for a new generation to savor.
Talk about flax almond butter and jelly! Who better to curate a guided tour through the delerium-inducing land of R. Stevie Moore than the current king of irreverent, screwball pop, Ariel Pink. Cracking into Moore’s intimidatingly vast and convoluted catalog can be a foreboding errand, making this collection a welcome contribution for anyone wanting to begin unravelling R. Stevie. Even non-newbs may need to cop this, since most of these tracks have never been collected OR on vinyl before. Flex your head!
Don’t do it! Don’t even try! Because whatever it is you THINK you expect, this is definitely NOT IT. Even after hearing this, it’s hard to say what we heard. Alternately compared to Ariel Pink, Sly Stone, and 10CC, these cues only hint at the true oddball singularity of Hartley C. White. At as much of a loss as anyone, Hartley coined his style “Whopazootic”, or “a non-classical music utilizing a broken rhythm”. What if Captain Beefheart was black and started his career in the ’80′s? Discuss. Or buy this record!