Fuck You, Pen Scrawler
Sun City Girls
Hey there. I'm Emerson Dameron. I know some of these cats from college. Thanks to Ryan's magnanimity, I'll be through every so often to lay a little garbage on you. I'll start with a sentimental fave from last year.
2005 was a hectic year for Arizona's Sun City Girls. They put out a holy host of globetrotting mix tapes on their Sublime Frequencies label. Spokesman Alan Bishop curated a Morricone collection for Ipecac. And Uncle Jim, a dada-drunk contrarian and visionary wiseass who appears sproadically through SCG's massive, scattered catalog, finally got his full-length due. For my money, Uncle Jim's Superstars Of Greenwich Meantime (on the KY label Black Velvet Fuckere) is the least hinged stand-up record on the racks. Here's track one, side one. It's ripped from vinyl, so you'll have to sit still for about eight seconds of silence. Still a fuckin' bargain.