Coachwhips
Get Yer Body Next Ta Mine CD - Narnack


Imagine a no wave version of the Kinks, complete with bullhorn vocals and crude rhythmic stabs and you have Coachwhips. This band represents the excitement and purity that rock’n’roll lost years ago. ¶ Its members have been together for a year, the keyboardist and drummer learned to play their instruments around the same time. The band’s leader, John Dwyer, spent the last few years in Providence, Rhode Island’s Pink And Brown - a rudimentary concept punk band where the drummer wore all brown (including a brown mask) and Dwyer, guitar and vocals, wore all pink (with a mic stuffed under his mask). Frantic and prone to explode, the band was a spark of excitement. Dweyer’s new band has fully realized that excitement. ¶ Sounding raw enough to catch salmonella and as sexually charged as a porno, Coachwhips strut their racket on the band’s sophomore album. Dwyer’s songs about sex, girls and sex (see “I Put It Way Down South,” “Manner In Which The Girl Was Treated,” “Hey Stiffie,” the list goes on and on) sound like they’re being sung through a CB radio. This all adds to the charm, since the entire band sounds like it just fell out of a dumpster recalling Eighties scuzz rock bands Pussy Galore and Royal Trux. ¶ The band is also from the lo-fi school of recording, “Get it down on tape as soon as it is fleshed out in order to capture the magic of a new song,” instead of rehearsing it into the ground. Hidden under all of the clatter and distortion is an amazing collection of melodies. Each song is catchy as hell, but buried under immense racket. Kind of like dissecting the Jesus And Mary Chain: under all of that squalor and fuzz lied beautifully catchy songs. ¶ Get Yer Body Next Ta Mine is like losing your virginity over and over for fourteen tracks. Each one is messy, clumsy and lasts less than two minutes… but is completely invigorating. (Pat Wensink)
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