TRUMANS WATER/I’M
BEING GOOD – SPLIT SINGLE (INFINITE CHUG)
If ever I want to bore
you about indie music I will recount to you how the first ever gig I attended
was Babes In Toyland supported by Trumans Water and Maniac Squat the Colchester
Hippodrome back in September
1993. Double guns.
Released in 1998 here
we have a seven inch single housing two bands with a lot in common and it is
aesthetically pleasing. With a bond that
spreads across the Atlantic , here is a band from San Diego Portland Brighton finding themselves being released on an Essex record label.
Trumans Water are a
crazed proposition, all shout and lo-fi much in the manner of a Pavement wig
out which can often sail quite close to a Jesus Lizard sound. Their first number here
“Anti-Person-From-Porlock” is a confident stride that plays out like a band on
a bungee rope. There are invisible
forces pulling them back as all in the region are affected. Trumans Water are the kings of stormy
weather. When the vinyl skips its not
always clear whether this is the band delving into repetition or technological
nostalgia failing. As the latter
persists, that’s what you get for doing 33rpm on a seven inch, the track truly
proves antisocial serving to annoy my neighbours throw an open window on this
sunny day. The band’s second offering
“Atom Spear” serves equally hideous juices with a scratchy and broken
instrumental only the damaged could dance to.
Think Devo
in the foulest of moods on the shittiest of days.
Exhibiting common
sense the I’m Being Good contribution “Waste Of Bullets” runs at 45rpm and may
or may not be reference to The Terminator’s opinion of Axl Rose at the
conclusion of the “You
Could Be Mine” video. Not a million
miles removed from the sound of Trumans Water, I’m Being Good offer a lumpy
accolade and a screamy exhibit reminding of the Flaming Lips and Magoo at their most
wonky with a wisp of early Mogwai thrown in for
good measure. There is no chorus, just
corruption. With distortion heading the
agenda once more repetition is key as broken grooves represent broken
dreams. This is a sonic sandwich slowly
melting.
What a ride.
Thesaurus moment:
partisan.
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