Frequent readers of this blog (i.e. no one) will know that I'm kind of bleah on vinyl in general, particularly as a 2021 proposition. But it had its place in certain times, scenes, etc. One particular vinyl scene that I miss: The 7" record from the 90s.
- Somewhere between 4-8 songs. 33 rpm.
- Cheaply recorded and made - cover a photocopy/silkscreen/collage, label blank or one color at max
- Only thing ever done by band (aside from maybe a tape or an appearance on a compilation)
- Artifact sold at shows and in the occasional dollar bin.
- Sneaky good
- Preferably not listed on Discqogs or referenced anywhere on the Internet.
Oh, I love these! Maybe I should start a little series for these. Give them some airtime 25 years later.
Three dudes, first names only please, living room sound, address listed at a house next to the Triple Nickel on Belmont in Portland, 14 blocks away from where I would end up living a few years later, probably a $700K house at this point (!). I must have had some moment where they were at the same gross early-00s basement house party I was. Record label listed as being in Irvine, so I must have met someone when I was down there and somehow the record ended up in my possession? Who knows?!?!
Totally unassuming but also pretty good. The sort of thing that hides behind your speakers, but it doesn't look bad there. Pleasant if not catchy. Obscurity forever. I will take that as a virtue.