Leor Galil,Reader staff writer
Mrs. Carol Edwards, “(Whoa! Whoa!) Bussin’s Got to Go” seven-inch I often buy records that are a total mystery to me, and this country seven-inch fits the bill—even after taking it home, I’ve barely been able to scare up any information about it. If my research is to be trusted, it was made in Miami in the 70s, when the area’s schools were subject to desegregation busing. Mrs. Carol Edwards grounds her screed against busing in just-folks populism—she doesn’t mention segregation at all—but it’s hard for me to believe that she’s ignorant of the racial tensions underpinning the questions she addresses. I’m curious about how this record came to exist, even though I’m pretty sure it’s toxic crap. And I haven’t even gotten to the B side . . .
Alex Fryer, cofounder, Dumpster Tapes
Pookie & the Poodlez, The Last Thing I Did as a Teenager I snagged this EP from Trevor Straub (aka Pookie) after his in-store with Primitive Hearts at Bric-a-Brac Records last month. It rules, because even though the band is somewhat new to me, its sound is totally familiar. When I hear the Poodlez, I hear Hunx and Milk ‘n’ Cookies and Cheap Time and Nobunny—among other punk ‘n’ roll favorites. It should surprise no one that this 12-inch was first released on Nobunny’s label, Rubber Vomit, which describes itself as specializing in “appallingly lo-fi garage punk crap with a F-You attitude.” If that appeals, go find this ASAP.
Negative Scanner Late last month I stopped by the Milwaukee Avenue Arts Festival before work to watch Negative Scanner. My previous times seeing them were under hazier circumstances, but that afternoon, I was able to piece together what I like about them so much. They write noisy machine-gun guitar bursts into postpunk jams—a perfect blend. Plus, onstage Rebecca Valeriano-Flores looks like someone being blasted in and out of possession at the start and end of every song. She rips.
