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What’s up Sorry Staters?
I’ve had a couple of wild weekends since the last newsletter. Daniel was cooped up in bed sweating bullets, and obviously was way too damn sick to get a newsletter together last Monday. Honestly, that worked out in my favor because my brain space was plenty occupied without having to think about writing a staff pick last week. Now we’re back baby!
Since last time around, Public Acid’s new record Deadly Struggle has finally been released out into the world! That record had been slow cookin’ in the oven since Spring of 2022, so we were all stoked to finally get it out there. We had a “soft launch” party in Richmond, which was a total blast. All the Virginia homies repped hard for us dummies. Then the next day, we packed way too many people into a van and made the drive up to DC, which was also a killer gig. I’ve been really stoked to receive all this friendly and positive feedback from homies and strangers about the record. And for those of you Sorry State readers have snagged a copy from us thus far, thanks so much!
Just a few days ago, I was in Richmond yet again. Scarecrow went up to play with Physique, Destruct, and a local band Fried Reality, who I’m pretty sure I hadn’t seen before. I gotta say, I thought Fried Reality totally ripped. Hope to see them at more RVA gigs in the future. Destruct crushed, as always, and Physique was insane. Scarecrow brought a few of our freshly repressed red vinyl copies of our first EP Revenge along with us. Stoked we’ve got that record available again. Hopefully soon Sorry State will have some copies!
Alright, now on to talking about records I’ve been listening to. Sorry State recently stocked a bunch of reissues of punk classics from Radiation, Puke N Vomit, and maybe even another distributor that we haven’t carried stuff from in a long time. It’s gotta be at least 100 fresh titles. Funny enough, one of the records I was most excited to see come into the store was The Mating Sounds of South American Frogs by Peter and The Test Tube Babies. Maybe I’m wrong, but I get the sense that a lot of folks out there, even those who are fans of Peter and The Test Tube Babies, usually don’t reference this record as one of the better moments in their catalog. Maybe people don’t even like this record? I dunno. But personally, I just love it.
Elements of the gruff, Oi!-inflected, street savvy sound of the band’s early material still work their way onto this record. Still some funny lyrics that are a bit cheeky, you might say. But even as Mating Sounds is their 2nd full-length record, I think it’s the band’s first proper studio album seeing as Pissed And Proud was basically a live album. Perhaps this is a strange comparison, but in many ways it feels like this is Peter’s Machine Gun Etiquette moment of sonic development. They exchange the beer-sloggin’ lads chant-along stylings of “Banned From the Pubs” to a much more decidedly melodic, ambitious approach to songwriting. That said, the vibe is also a little rough around the edges, not unlike their No Future label mates The Blood. The record feels more “produced,” I guess I would say. Lots of clarity in the production, super tight musicianship, big reverby drum sounds. It feels like the boys went into the studio and threw caution to the wind. Even the album artwork might make a London punker scratch their head a little bit: “Fack off, mate… South American frogs? What are these wankers thinking?”
The immediate distinction between Mating Sounds and the band’s earlier No Future stuff is noticeable right off the bat. The haunting intro of the first track, “September Part 1”, enters with the atmospheric chirping (which I assume are “mating ritual” sounds?) of frogs and slowly fades into this propulsive drum beat and bass. But when it launches into this frenetic guitar melody, it straight up gives me chills. In almost concept album fashion, they reprise this intro on the very last track on the record with “September Part 2”, with an added intensity and more layers of the harmonized choral vocal refrain repeating, “I can’t waaaait until September.” It sounds like they have some female vocal accompaniment adding density to the Test Tube Babies’ gang vocal. It’s fucking rad.
Most importantly for me, the guitar playing on this album is absolutely incredible. I wish I was more familiar with the guitarist, who is credited as “Greenback” on this record. I think his actual name is Derek Greening? I think he played guitar in the band from the beginning -- and no disrespect to the early singles haha – don’t get me wrong, I love “Run Like Hell” as much as the next guy, but it’s clear Green was holding Back. See what I did there? Hehe. This record is not just scratchy, fizzy guitar power chord riffs and Chuck Berry leads. It’s so obvious he’s a great player and his abilities are under-utilized on the early material. The guitars are super loud in the mix and have this beautiful, lush tone. Moments of these incredibly catchy leads soar over subtle layers of arpeggiated acoustic twelve-string underneath in tracks like “No Invitation.” He manages to create these melodic hooks that practically take center stage instead of the lead vocal. I find myself walking away from listening to this record finding the guitar melodies are more important, memorable and foundational to the songs than the vocals or lyrics. From memory, I might even have trouble providing the title of any particular song on this album, but I could easily hum you the guitar part. Glorifying the guitar in this way might make it sound like I’m totally diminishing Peter’s vocals, but of course there are still great sing-alongs on this record. Probably my favorite track on the record “Blown Out Again” is the perfect blend of a signature guitar hook announcing itself as a focal point, but then also squeezing in a big, attention-grabbing vocal hook. Even some subtle layered synth textures? Wild stuff.
I could talk all day about the multitudes contained within the brilliant Mating Sounds of South American Frogs. Strange and unexpected for a staff pick? Perhaps. But, while often I hate to overuse the moniker of “underrated”, maybe I’ll say this record just deserves more love.
Anyway, that’s all I’ve got. As always, thanks for reading.
‘Til next week,
-Jeff