If I can say one good thing about the band
Explogasm (and I could probably come up with two, if I really wanted to), it's that their connection to the
Deathbomb Arc family has introduced me to some really good bands. For instance, one of the best singles of this year, in my opinion, was
Captain Ahab's "The Canvas of Love", which was such a tasty piece of smoove jazz crap that I couldn't believe the song hadn't been written before. (Don't let the fact that the song is crap fool you. It's crap in the same way that Chinese restaurants open at 3am are crap - delightful, colon-devouring crap. Crap that you are thankful for.) Granted, the rest of his record,
The Sex is Next, can't quite live up to those standards, but how much ironytronic music can?
Certainly not Explogasm themselves, who (sorry, Cap'n) are a month's worth of joke run out for about 2 years. What happens when you give some kids an ARP Odyssey and Cubase? "Ginebot 2004", that's what. Personally, I like "The Moving Units Stole My Haircut" and the other slowjam with the vocoders, but the next time I see some sort of blog that includes "No Pants, Just Stamos" on any sort of list is when I move to Sri Lanka and hope to get swept out to sea. However, LA eats that shit up with two spoons and a trough, which is part of the reason that I was hesitant to listen to LA-bred Ariel Pink earlier this year. Of course, he has nothing to do with Deathbomb Arc, and I don't know why I brought him up.
Deathbomb Arc, if you follow the link above, does have one of the most ingenious album covers I've seen in a long time (Child Pornography's
The Beatles CD) and associations with such luminaries as Xiu Xiu and Animal Collective, as well as non-luminaries like
the Mae Shi, whose
Terrorbird was the worst record yet released on the 5RC label. They also alerted me to the presence of one of my favorite finds from this past year, Oakland-based
Experimental Dental School. Klezmery, jazzy, punky, art-damaged, &etc., guitar-drum-and-organ trio. The title track from
Hideous Dance Attack!!! made it onto my songs list and, if it didn't, then I forgot it and I should be spat upon. This album is great, and though the song titles are seething with art-school-irony, the music itself is handled roughly, damaged, taped back together and then recorded on salvaged BBC-reject tape just to make sure. So don't be fooled by the misspellings and excess exclamation points, they're merely there to connect with the San Francisco "Who can drink the beverage most indirectly proportionate to the size of his/her trust fund?" crewe. Mickey's in a can? You win!
But anyway, there's a moral behind all this, and that is this: many a talent is wasted in the service of irony, which must be handled delicately. Sure, you can sell out clubs in LA, but can you make a record you'd be proud to talk about with some asshole who has a blog that no one reads? No, no you can't. Not if you're wearing a penis on your head or using kitchen plates on top of briefcases to simulate turntable scratching. And here's the real shame: the shadowy mastermind behind
all of Explogasm's tracks is actually a damn good musician and producer, which I only know because I used to be in a band with him (this isn't - good God - a namedrop, but rather an attempt to make it clear that I don't disparage the talent behind Explogasm, but rather the cocksocks out in front of it) and he produced several cuts on our record.
But make up your own mind. Explogasm and Experimental Dental School both have tracks available for download on their websites, both of which are pretty nice. Furthermore, who cares? Deathbomb Arc is cool, and one time I saw one person wearing a Deathbomb Arc shirt, which surprised me, because I didn't know anyone in New Orleans knew who they were. Then I realized it was a DFA1979 show and he probably didn't. But what a name, huh?