Shitgaze Anthems as Advertised

Here's what Woodsist says about Shitgaze Anthems, it's almost as hilarious as that Washington Post interview:

"After about a 2 year absence, Psychedelic Horseshit is back with an EP of alleged B-sides from an upcoming full length..."I only listen to OK Computer and Cranes. The Fall sucks, DIY sucks, we suck, you suck." said Matt Horseshit in a recent interview."Why should anyone listen to you then?" replied the reporter."Because we're FUN, duh." And even though you wanna hate 'em, you gotta admit, they kinda are fun. Matt is a dick, of course, and Rich is hilariously clueless mostly, and by all means most of the stuff on this SHITGAZE ANTHEMS EP should'nt work, whether it be the white-boy dub section, the cliche acoustic ballad with backwards guitar, the blatant Dylan rips, or the overall amateur playing, but for some reason these elements that usually reek of pretention and failure actually endear you to the band and their songs. Yes, they're called Psychedelic Horseshit. Yes, they do suck, but I'll be damned if they aren't one of my favorite bands in the world, and they're only getting better, but if I tried to tell you why it'd only make 'em sound worse. So it goes..."

I beginning to believe, with each sucessive record that Matt Horseshit will make both his MBV rip-off LP and his, proposed,threatened, trip-hop project. We should all start believing. Shitgaze Anthems takes him one-step closer -- while the songs are structurally the same, the sonics around them and the lyrics that continue to baffle me are what gives the reason for worship. Just in the first minute of "We're Pink Floyd, Bitch," there are sensations of solar warmth and crystals shattering surrounding the cruddy-art-punk PHS whip up quick. If you've caught a recent live show, you'll no doubt find "Dreadlock Paranoia" familiar as it usually ends the set in a 10 minute plus dub jam -- well here it's sits permanently, and perfectly, just as disorienting.

Matt Horseshit has turned into a kind of Stoner Frankenstein, with eight arms to hold every subculture that finds solace in herb and psych -- the collector scum, the rastafari, the fuck-off folkie, the neon club-kid, the shoegazers, the shitgazers. Not much metal, but you can't win them all. Oh, and "Are You On Glass?" is the hit. If these are b-sides, I'm looking forward to the kush.

I exhausted trying to come up with more words as to why I love this band. Be prepared.

Bonus: -- my favorite line from the record -- "Pontificating trivialities and wasted steam/Should be getting off the internet and into the streets."


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