Sunday, July 25, 2010

The Snails "Snail Not Sloth"



Something slimy has been lurking beneath the rotted tree trunks and flower pots of San Francisco, slithering out in the dead of night to nibble on all we hold precious.

When Horace Raymond and the Gnarly Cactus dropped their acoustic guitars and sold their souls to the devil something magical happened: The Snails were born. I had the good fortune of being able to catch their first live performance. It was in a small cafe in the Inner Richmond and they were asked to cut it out after like the third song. Considering the sappy sad puppy folk acts they were following, this almost seemed like a compliment - okay guys, we're just trying to bore ourselves to death, can you take your fun, and lively music somewhere else please?

I had no idea they'd even released any recorded material until I stumbled across "snail not sloth" on the interweb. The record opens with "Money", tape hiss Stooge-punk at it's shambling best. Afterward comes the unassumingly titled "Banana". This song is all about getting the most out of 2 chords. This song is all about pummeling your brain into sludge. This song is literally all about "going down the street/to get a banana." Genius. Next, "Cupid's Arrow", an ode to infatuation whose chorus rattles around the brain for weeks after listening.

Shit just gets better and better (listen to "Evil", what a fucking wicked track!) until the record's closer "Please Please Please" sends you back on down the road to that lonely place called your apartment. -Adam


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