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Spanish 7" on Lejos Discos edition of 200 all hand numbered of Misfits covers! |
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7" |
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Indie Pop |
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Lejos Discs |
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£5.29 |
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 Based on 1 review(s).
 ...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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