And let’s keep kickin’ and stickin’ in Boston since the Beantown-based Ride the Snake label was awesome enough to send a big, juicy package of their goods. My fave seven inches out of the satchel were by local heroes The Black Clouds and Cuffs. The four songer by The Black Clouds sounds like the loser stomp of early Cheater Slicks with a little more choogle in its stride, while the Cuffs 45 makes me wanna reference the majesty of The Monochrome Set without wincing at all; quite a feat. Oh yeah, somewhere in the box was the second full length by Tasmania’s pride and joy, The Native Cats, entitled Process Praise, and it keeps the script going from their previous releases by sounding like nothing more than a lost minimal robot rock classic. Is your copy of Colossal Youth looking run down? Jam this and give it a rest, why dontcha?
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New Black Clouds Review
On Al Quint’s Suburban Voice Blog: http://subvox.blogspot.com/
BLACK CLOUDS-s/t (Ride The Snake)OK, so this 7″ has been out for quite awhile but I only got a copy in the last few months and you punters need to know about it. The Black Clouds play simple, bashing ‘n bluesy garage rock that fans of the Oblivians, Cheater Slicks, et al will enjoy. I’m enjoying it myself. The best of the four songs here is “5 Years Behind My Time” and maybe it’s a sly in-joke about playing this music after any sort of so-called trend. I’m too busy being mesmerized by the string slamming and delirious tempo. Recorded at the late, great Twisted Village store in Harvard Square.(6 Wadleigh Place, Boston, MA 02127, www.ridethesnakerecords.com)
Still Single Reviews Black Clouds 7″
from Still Single, July 18, 2010:
Parting shot from an RI/MA interstate garage rock ‘n’ roll outfit, who remedies some poorly-conceived earlier efforts with four belters. The big, loud gutpunch recording is by none other than Wayne Rogers. He doesn’t do a lot of work outside of his own projects – the last non-Twisted Village record I remember him having any involvement with was that “lo-fi” version of Thee Speaking Canaries’ double album. The drums pound, big mallet chops in front of the guitar and bass and Wildman carryin’ on that pervades these four tracks. As far as a wired-up Cheater Slicks sound is concerned, these guys have got it down – bleeding raw guitars, excitable vocalist, and haulassitude enough to make one wonder why these folks have stayed relatively anonymous. Really good, wild, severe rockin’. Nice silkscreened covers (no slop). 300 copies. -Doug Mosurock