I was up way too early today. So now I’m already bushed, and it isn’t even noon. On the plus side. I found these tasty worms to share with you. Yum:
Tropical Fuck Storm | Bloodsport
THE EDITED PRESS RELEASE: “Genre-bending Tropical Fuck Storm announce their highly anticipated new album Fairyland Codex, out June 20 on their new label home Fire Records. Filled with well-schooled social anarchy, new single Bloodsport has a Talking Heads-styled funk and a stuttering guitar break. Says Erica Dunn: “A canticle of enticement to all dancing molecules left on planet earth to do their stretches and step into the ring for something braver than a bareknuckle fight; a pulse check. An anthem of resistance for all left with a beating heart to scoop themselves out of the bubble bath of social malaise and backyard domineering to perceive the ticking clock of reality square in the face before we are all left to eat Levi’s scraps like fruity loops in bowls of printer toner and orangutang juice.”
The Minus 5 | Blow In My Bag
THE EDITED PRESS RELEASE: “Indie-rock collective The Minus 5, led by legendary musician and songwriter Scott McCaughey, share Blow In My Bag, the second single and video from Oar On, Penelope! out May 30. “Directed” by McCaughey, the instant video includes sneaky appearances of the featured album players Kurt Bloch, Peter Buck, Patterson Hood, Debbi Peterson, Linda Pitmon and Spencer Tweedy, as well as cameos from Alejandro Escovedo, John Wesley Harding, Chuck Prophet and Steve Wynn. Of the song, McCaughey says: “I had an idea to do a Nancy Sinatra / Lee Hazlewood duet between me and Debbi, but of course, I only mention that because I typically don’t manage to get close enough to elicit comparisons. That being said, I’m not sure what the song is about, but Patterson’s vocals at the end convince me that he knows!”
Los Idiotas | Seat Ritmo
THE EDITED PRESS RELEASE: “Los Idiotas are back after disappearing for over a decade! In 2007, Slovenly busted one of the few 7” in their discography for them, and now in 2025 they’ve suddenly come roaring back with a full length ‘discazo’ of Spanish (as fuck) garage punk. You can smell the vermouth on singer Lissa’s breath as his broken vocal chords crack into your skull. All 13 snarling tracks are ‘sung’ in castellano — about fun stuff knives, fistfights, and escape from an increasing cold and dark society.”
