I'm a hopeless germaphobe. In the morning, when trying to claim some space in a train car on the way to work, I really need to have both my hands available. Because as much as I'd like to kick back and read, it's more comfortable to just lean on what's around than have to transfer whatever gnarliness exists on handles to the book/magazine I'll eventually be reading in my CLEAN bed later that night. Here's what I listened to on the way to work.
Harlem are three grody, ill-mannered guys from Austin whose garage rock is as ill-mannered and grody as they are. That's meant as a compliment and while it might automatically bring to mind visions of the Black Lips dry humping one another on a stage somewhere, any sense of urgency to be found in Harlem's music is in their songwriting. Not in shithead stage antics. This music is Nuggets as interpreted by kids nursed on the noisy chords of Nirvana and the Pixies. Hippies, their sophomore full-length, is coming at you via Matador in April. And it, like Happy Birthday, is a fat stack of jams from top to bottom. Check out "Friendly Ghost" below.
NERD BONUS: I couldn't help but notice that the young woman next to me on the train this morning was listening to and enjoying Jay Reatard's Matador singles compilation. I couldn't help but smile. On the inside.
Harlem, Friendly Ghost