Ursula
Ultimas Caricas- The MIsfits EP

Cover art for Ultimas Caricas- The MIsfits EP by Ursula Description: Spanish 7" on Lejos Discos edition of 200 all hand numbered of Misfits covers!
Format: 7"
Genre: Indie Pop
Label: Lejos Discs
Price: £5.29
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...according to our Ant on 22 May 2008.

A green wax 7" from Ursula called 'Ultimas Caricias - The Misfits EP' This sounds absolutely nothing like I expected from the sleeve. I was expecting a Misfits/ Cramps dark surf rock kind of thing for some reason. They've taken the Misfits tracks and transformed them into tender little twee spanish indie pop love songs. Would you believe it!

What their label says...

"Static Age”, was the title of The Misfits’ second LP.
It was recorded at a time when the static electricity
of record players generated bizarre world’s in the
mind of young people; world’s inhabited by human
monsters as well as loveless murderers.
Besides, the infectious nature achieved by Z movies
in the 50’s television age and by publications like
Zap Comix - late 60’s - or Skull - early 70’s- created
an atmosphere in which viruses and bacteria later
gave birth to imposing specimens such as The
Misfits: the band is to the underground what ferns
are to the plant world: a living fossil.
Although it is true that in Spain we had our own
Creepy comics - edited by Toutain - and although
one of those might have fallen into David Cordero’s
hands to fit him for The Misfits’ experience, his “Ultimas Caricias-The Misfits EP” is not a
tribute to the New Jersey Band: it is their terminal sedation, undertaken with the love and
clinical skills that were demonstrated in "Autoayuda emocional" (Lejos Discos, 2005).
However, the Royal Trux cadence of “Last Caress” and the lobotomized and Badalamentian
“Soma kind Hate”, both on the side A, are a refreshing surprise. It is amazing how Ursula
have passed from gourmetting noisy punk to elaborate a menu in which a banquet comprising
human carpaccio, industrial intestines and metal lungs, becomes delicately butchered
nouvelle cuisine; a dinner fit for lovers.
We turn the record over - dessert arrives - and the zero gravity guitar plucking of "Astro
Zombie" fills our palate; we seem to feel what yobbo Frank felt in “Blue Velvet” when inhaling
nitro-oxide: ecstasy.
We had been yearning for their breath for more than two years and this record gives it back,
boiling and slipping like a lash, like a vapour trail. Listening to this EP is like taking a sauna….
It leaves feeling brand new.

side a:
Last Caress
Soma Kinda Hate
side b:
Astro Zombie

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