TRASHIES: Life Sucks Trash Fuck: CD

I really want to like the Trashies. And I don’t think I’m that far off from it. Synth-driven low-fi stuff that’s pretty difficult to not dance to, especially when you see them live. My worry is the shtick (and I’m assuming it is a shtick) of being white trash. They wear tight, short denim shorts, have garbage cans on stage, and in my memory there was a mullet or at least a rat tail. I grew up in a very rural (read: ten miles to the closest gas station) area in Maine. I had someone on my school bus route put a telephone pole up in the front yard of their trailer one day. About a week later, the pole had sprouted various antlers and looked like a totem pole of sorts. Another week passed, and the antlers were now adorned with bras and women’s underwear. No explanation, it was just what they did. I also grew up surrounded by people who killed their food, and couldn’t think of a better way to spend a weekend than “Goin’ muddin’, guy.” And sure, I had my difference of opinions with a large group of them, and a lot of their kids made my life hell through high school, but some of them were also the nicest, most considerate people I’ve met. They led somewhat simple lives in comparison to others, but they chose to live that way and they were happy with it. But no one, no matter how happy they were with their life, wanted to be called white trash. And it was a term that was never used lightly. So, I was quite shocked when I moved to Los Angeles as “white trash couture” was taking over. People began wearing mesh hats, paying a hundred dollars for a mullet, and wearing pre-worn, pre-torn, pre-stained clothes. Even that I could take, but when a girl I worked with bragged about how “white trash” she’d been the night before because she’d eaten a sandwich, I was pushed too far. So, with the Trashies, I don’t know them. I don’t know where they’re coming from. I don’t know if they’re hopping on a trend that leaves a bad taste in my mouth, or if (as I’m hoping) they’re doing something else. I plan on keeping listening and asking them the next time they come through town.

 –megan (Mortville)