Nov 17, 2011

I don’t want to sound racist… totally fucking with you. Ever notice that when people say that, the next fuckin’ thing out of their mouths is racist? Turkish Techno finally releases a full-length LP. The secret decoder ring to Turkish Techno is realizing that they’re coming from the earliest reaches of the Lookout! catalog and they celebrate almost all of it ‘til right around to The Oranges Band and when the Donnas had a tens-of-thousands-of-dollars-per-video budget. (Dude, I thought Andy was kidding me that Tilt didn’t start out with Cinder singing every song. That first 7” is a trip.) Turkish Techno is itchy and spazzy with pop punk as the infrastructure, but it’s Riverside’d up. It’s an unfinished offramp to an abandoned suburb style of punk. It’s desperation as palpable as the smog that gets backed up at the foothills of the San Bernardinos. They’ve made a house of music worth squatting in. It’s a bit abrasive, a bit Today’s Empires, Tomorrow’s Ashes Propagandhi with a whole bunch of “fuck yous” and “stupids” thrown in. It’s like waking up in a hotel room with the middle cushion of the couch totally missing, the sticky half of an Oreo stuck on the wall, and… wait for it… someone having tracked in human shit over the carpet, barefoot. And no clues as to how any of that happened. Bad ideas, yeah, Turkish Techno’s got ‘em. And they wear ‘em like official-looking badges. And you gotta laugh along, because, if you don’t, you’ll start crying.  –todd (Wolf Dog / Muy Autentico / Dirt Cult)