The Thromboes - Back To The (Concrete Pond)

“I can’t hold my breath much longer! Only wish that I was stronger!” This is great! My desk is clean and I can pick anything I want to blast my Monday awake before the mail arrives with tons of new stuff. So, I choose the loudest and proudest new band of 2009 to bring my week to a blazing start! It was sorta “hard to choose” the one tune to get my week started, but since it’s been 105 degrees every day this week, I’m shouting out the coolest area I can think of. “I’m going back to the concrete pond”. I’ll even hang out with the Thromboes as they engage in the world’s favorite pastime – girl watching. The Thromboes even brought a few of those girls back to the garage to sing background on the song! Yes! Summer! “There was a fine redhead – she wore some skinny threads!” My favorite part is the rap the background singers get into.

Shoutout for Junk. A great song to play while cleaning out the garage to make more room for amplifiers and speakers. And the drummer wants a bit more space for that new cymbal he’s adding to his kit. Of, “the hoops you have me jump through.” But the garage is cleaner, so let’s get back to practicing and recording! Buy The Thromboes

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The Thromboes – Overture To The Sun

The Thromboes play a fast and loud instrumental ode to the sun for the first Monday of summer vacation! The recording sounds perfectly live in a garage with a souped up car or two nearby. The garage door is of course wide open – you can almost hear the police car pulling up as the neighbors call about all the noise these men are managing to produce in the hood.

Larry is known here in Eartasteland as one of the writers and performers on the wonderful Histrioniks CDs. I’m hoping for more Histrioniks in the future, but I’m plenty happy with this in the meantime. A few cuts even feature cameo appearances from his Histrionik co-hort. The shout-out this week is the super-hilarious I'm On The Underground. Anyone who has been in a band in the past 42 years will be laughing along. And anyone who knows people who has been in a band will be laughing along. “I was lost and now I’m found on Little Steven’s Underground.” Again, it’s the sound bouncing off the garage walls that give this tune its wonderful ambience.

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Another incarnation (Histrioniks):

The Thromboes - She's Like A British Car

Take some 60’s surf rock. Mix in some B-52s in the 70s and send them over to Japan for a real workout in to 80’s & 90’s. Spin them a day or two through Australia and Germany, maybe with a few orbits on the space station along the way. Return them to Baltimore with garage preciseness and the Thromboes are ready to rock my week off to a great start. “She’s a chick that won’t go far, but she thrills me to the bone!” 50’s slang, with sleek 60’s jamesbond humor – she’s a “jaguar in my bed.” Then 70’s humor – she “rules my leather world”. These guys rock the ages with the beats of the ages, yet there’s no doubt their sonically ready to rule the summer airwaves in 2009. This is a brand-new group with a brand-new sound. They have three friends on MySpace – so get over there today & welcome them to the music scene!

You Belong To Me is the shoutout tune. The lyrics lead one to wonder about the narrator of this misogynist misanthrope who seems to at once be a histrionik caveman - persistent yet occasionally questioning himself (especially when she takes off on the jerk). Interesting psychological lyrics that have you thinking until the vocalist stops for breath. Then the guitars take on the break for a second until the drums explode – the garage roof just flew off in the tornado caused by the drummer's antics. Great work! Listen to both songs below, then click on their name & become their friend on myspace: The Thromboes Then click here to buy the CD: The Thromboes - She's Like A British Car (CDBaby).

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Post 1500 = The Thromboes - Don't Get Into My Head

I think it’s great that The Thromboes are the subject of my 1500th post. They are a perfect example of what this blog has always strived for – interesting music that is easy to listen to over and over with a sense of satisfaction that the world of music is intensely varied.

“Don’t get into my head, girl, there’s no space for you there. Don’t have time for your pain.” Typical macho song, but worth a close look. The narrator is letting on that there’s something going on inside himself that is keeping him from opening up. The next verse says, “Don’t move into my heart, girl. Keep your blues to yourself.” There’s a hint that it’s possible for this movement into his head and heart is possible; but something’s making him beg for that not to happen. So, can we still say ‘typical macho’? Not really. The guy is opening up and admitting he has stuff inside him too.

But what about the music? Ah, pure bliss. Garage punk style guitars and drums, with the vocals sounding as if they are recorded at the same time as the rest of the noise – garage punk. Live as you can get on record. Shoutout for the hilarious Rock And Roll Rant (“look me in the eyes and tell me I can’t”).

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Larry Levy - Catherine, Catherine (Here's How I Love)

Behind every great album is a group of songs which were experiments, dreams, understandings, life affirming spatial desserts floating through and beyond the goal. Usually those moments are lost in the ether. Practices, trials, mindful strivings are not usually recorded until the spirit is perfected and ready for what the artist feels others are ready to consume. While Larry was recording with the Thromboes this spring, the recorder was left on during the strumming usually heard only by God. I feel blessed to be able to hear these visions, and I’m sure if you’ve read this far that you will too. Contact Larry through his web page and offer him enough cash to buy a meal or some really good beer and I’ll bet you can get a copy of this. Larry Levy