The Freakees: Freakee Deakee 7"

The Freakees: Freakee Deakee 7"


Tags: · 20s · garage · hcpmf · lo-fi
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On "FREAKEE DEAKEE," THE FREAKEES continue their gritty, smirking, floor-shaking journey through all things rock n roll. From the opening hit, this record is a sharp jolt to the nerves and never lets up. This is an in your face representation of THE FREAKEES ear rattling aesthetic, humor, and commitment to DIY in Los Angeles. We had a blast recording these songs with the FREAKEE family and are psyched to have their already prolific output now include Tomothy Records. Bringing it BIG and LOUD.

True-to-form at House of Tomothy, this record was recorded on ½ inch tape on our OTARI MX-5050 III 8-track tape machine over the course of one weekend and mixed down to ¼ inch tape on our OTARI MTR-10, 2 CHANNEL reel-to-reel deck by Timothy and Tom in February 2021. Mastered tape-to-disk by Kevin Gray at Cohearent and pressed at Erika Records Inc.

Committed and consistent with our goal at TOMOTHY RECORDS to highlight the best LA has to offer and embrace all things analog, no short cuts were taken and no computers were used in the creation of this record. Get yer FREAKEE on!


Our take: Freakee Deakee is the latest release from this prolific punk/garage band from Los Angeles, and it’s an all-analog production with no computers used at any point in recording or manufacturing the record. I don’t think I’d heard the Freakees before (though Sorry State has their earlier split 7” with Launcher in stock), and I’d describe their sound as restless and raw, but tuneful and memorable. The Freakees remind me of the Reatards in that the songs have a straightforward rock and roll / garage foundation, but they’re performed with a sense of total abandon. Listening to a ripper like “Republicans,” I imagine the singer starting the song with an ill-advised face-first stage dive, then climbing back onstage to perform the rest of the song through a veil of blood. Freakee Deakee drips with this don’t-give-a-fuck energy, at least until the last track, “Freakee Friday,” which careens into a stumbling, post-Funhouse druggy haze. If you like your rock and roll raw, loose, and visceral, this one’s for you.