7″ Selection
White Fence / Jack Name
LAMC #12
“Nero (has a Lot to Think About)” b/w “Belly Full of Blood”
500 Copy Limited Edition
Red Vinyl
Famous Class Records 2014
White Fence is the Stage name of Tim Presley a West Coast rocker with a history of garage punk (Nerve Agents) and psychedelic rock (Darker My Love). Since 2010 Tim has released six studio albums, two live albums and collaboration with the hardest working man in indie rock – Ty Segall. Since assuming the White Fence name, Tim’s music has swung solidly to his psychedelic side with just a little of the punk rock edge. This single brings images of hippy dancing, shrooming and lava lamp watching. We caught their show at the Rickshaw last month and the stage show was supported by three overhead projector operators each with their own liquid filled plate that they used to create a visual design that moved and pulsed with the music – a retro throwback to the 60’s Fillmore shows where the lighting guys name often appeared on the poster alongside the band’s.
White Fence
aka
Tim Presley
The flip side is by LA artist Jack Name and would have been perfect for your Halloween sound effects. Belly Full of Blood starts out as a dark, haunting single that is a stark contrast to the hippy happy White Fence single but slowly transitions into a more conventional pop song without losing the early spookiness. This single represents a part of the different song styles of Jack Name. Check out his stuff on soundcloud to get a better understanding of his music. We’re big fans of the track Born to Lose, based on that track he is now high on the Dingo hit list.
There is a west coast indie rock movement like nothing we have ever seen. The center seems revolve around Ty Segall and Thee Oh Sees John Dwyer and includes Mikal Cronin and Tim Preseley. Not only are these artists crazy prolific (Ty recording solo, the Ty Segall Band, and Fuzz) they seem to tirelessly promote and support the smaller bands they love. Ty Segall playing drums on King Tuff, Jake Name touring with Thee Oh Sees, Ty Segall producing the latest Scraper EP. The music coming out of this group is worth paying attention to. It’s going to be fun seeing where it leads.
12″ Selection
We first became aware of Garage-glam rocker King Tuff (aka Vermont’s Kyle Thomas) from the Pitchfork record review of Black Moon Spell, it was the line “for him (Tuff), classic rock is elementary, glam is higher education, and a masters degree is earned by trolling through the deepest recesses of garage rock obscurity” he sounded like Dingo’s kind of guy.
Laden with tight guitar hooks, pop sensibilities, a unique vocal style and a power trio band (Ty Segall playing drums on the title track) this record takes it’s classic influences, sprinkles in some vintage pop sounds not heard since the soundtrack to the chase scenes of early Scooby Doo episodes and comes up with an album that is hard to categorize. The subject matter in his songs take place from a teenage perspective, reality that hasn’t been corrupted by grownup responsibilities that are sung not tongue in cheek but with profound respect.
Live at the Great American Music Hall San Francisco
On “Headbanger” Tuff romantically describes what attracted him to his girlfriend – “Me and you, we got a true connection. I knew it when I saw your record collection. You had Sabbath and Priest and Number of the Beast, it was heavy metal perfection” On “Sick Mind” he sums up young love “She was born with a rose in her hands, love just wasn’t fun until she took off your pants”
And on “Black Holes in Stereo” Tuff confesses ” I learned more workin’ at the record store than I ever did in high school.”
We caught his San Francisco show two days before Halloween (which is why this month’s shipment was a wee bit late), when the set was over the crowd didn’t want to leave. They weren’t waiting for another encore. They just thought we had transitioned into the part of the evening where we hang out and talk music. Tuff and the band were more than happy to oblige drinking beers and telling stories with about 20-30 members of the audience until we were kicked out by the janitor.
