A Wicked Company officially welcomes Columbus flaming telepaths ✮SEX TIDE✮ to our 2013 seating of sonic combustible art!
Surely by now you've communed with that peculiar strain of dazzle dirt crunk linking Mickey & Sylvia to Mad Mike & The Maniacs, the Seeds to Miriam-era Cramps, Cafritz-era Pussy Galore to the Gories to TJSA and Pampers. Surely! Folding crookedly in on its own innards, fusing ghastly twang with smoochy thud, it’s that crackled vintage of smack combustion that tilts us irrationally. Not dissimilar are the outkast refuseniks populating the busted lineage of Columbus, Ohio’s sin alleys, from Mike Rep to Scrawl, Vertical Slit/V-3 to Cheater Slicks, the Unholy Two to Guinea Worms.
So when “SEX TIDE are from Columbus” scrolled across, we hoped and hoped and hoped. It finally came to pass that A Wicked Company clicked through to the inside outpost, and…we were duly smoted: dirt crunk bullion!! We immediately smarted from the blended incarnation of Columbus Old Age with pretty fuck look carnal damage, and it made ✮SEX TIDE✮ goddamn irresistible – thusly, we understood immediately: there was no choice but to get involved, and fast.
The result is ✰Flash Fuck✰ - SEX TIDE’s opening salvo.
✮SEX TIDE✮ is three, a trinity of carnal miners cavorting barefoot throughout our turd of a solar system. Their crudely deformed bison bop leaves ears singed the color of frozen meat. ♥Aurelie Celine♥ beats the toms mercilessly, conjuring corroded surf curls from henchmen ♥Chad Bad♥ and ♥Chris Corbin♥ as if “Have Love, Will Travel” was being tugged from the run out grooves of your very last seduction. But a word of caution: handle with care and don’t drop your guard! ✮SEX TIDE✮ cast their spells broadly, as broad as a big haunted boat. Although Aurelie’s yowl can never be mistaken for a careless whisper, the eight tunes on ✰Flash Fuck✰ ricochet from untamed midnight howls like "Never Get To You" and "Oh Ah Ha" to wonky roller riff coozies “Laudanum” and “Dead To You,” the latter short circuiting electricity in our office at the 53 second mark every goddamn time. It all collapses with the sloggy slow jam closer “Gone,” on which Chad and Chris vie for the ultimate grieving chord.
✮SEX TIDE✮ went to great lengths – and trust us, inflicted great pain – to usher ✰Flash Fuck✰ into the world as a purely analogue artifact. Rendered onto quarter inch tape and lacquers mastered without the use of binary technology, the vinyl version of ✰Flash Fuck✰ is as organic as French kissing a crocodile. It's so analogue, even our digital version is analogue. To add to the thrill, the whole episode swirls by at 45 revolutions per minute. Look around: civilization teeters on the brink, the skies're choked with shivering angels and Aurelie cries, "Sinners, start your trucks!”
A Wicked Company is a NYC based distant relative to ye olde Vertical Records by way of some carbonic DNA (FB link below).
AWC will serve as our current rent party for cosmic crunk, outer limits, fire music, mutant zoundz, stuzzadelic noise, beard rock and a 2013 vintage of combustible sonic arts. We also partner with secular coalitions and practitioners of free thought akteon....more