RETAIL SIMPS - Reverberant Scratch: 9 Shots In Tha Dark LP

Highly recommended.

"Skronky, funky, punky, derelict rock ‘n’ roll — I don’t have any proof that Montreal’s The Retail Simps are America’s happiest garage punk band, but they certainly sound like they’re having the best time" - Spin

"full of musical piss and vinegar in the form of sub-basement-level guitar licks, random saxophone honks, and a barrel house piano from hell. It all adds up to a cacophonous but somehow charmingly groovy mess of a record, like if the Electric Eels recorded an album’s worth of NRBQ covers" - Surviving The Golden Age

"If you ever wanted to hear The Bar-Kays fronted by Ron House, Jr., and are wise enough to know that can never happen but still understand, put on your imagineering gloves and rub one out to the next best thing."- Still Single

What if the Velvet Underground had written ‘Wooly Bully’ and Sam The Sham ‘Sister Ray?' If Ron House picked up some bongos and joined CCR or If Half Japanese and Hasil Adkins started a Meters cover band? This is the scrap yard of the Retail Simp's mind. Gang activity started when moldy Joe (Celluloid Lunch, Itchy Self...) enlisted fellow rhythm bro, Tom tha Moleanderthal (Feeling figures, Hélène Barbier band...) to make a perfect record in the Ides of corona March. A million Doll hairs and several rock bottoms later, the idea was to make something that would easily fall apart, this was executed with Montreal's best and brightest in the wings, lending a foot (all in the name of bogtime[sic] exposure). Bathroom-stall-wart and Barstool-smart Chrispy Burns (Terminal Sunglasses, American Devices…) was brought in to add his patented 'racket roll' guit-o-rama. James "Gogo" Goddard (SkinTone, Egyptian Cotton Arkestra...) skronked his reliable sax machine and the ticket was printed. Short on practice and high on ideas, thee Retail Simple Tones were born, well traveled and unraveled individuals, bound by a musical adventure. Now to show for it, Reverberant Scratch is a 9 track ruckus of tinny guitar sketching, horn-honking deliberations, keyboardarific doodles, and whatever else one can summon in a basement to bang on. It's a ramshackle party stabber. Loose, loud, and 100% TOTAL PUNK!!!