The Inserts: Komm Her!, 7" Single (Vinyl)
The Inserts: Komm Her!, 7" Single (Vinyl)
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The Inserts
Komm Her!

  • 7" Single (Vinyl)
  • Germany
limited edition of 500 hand-numbered copies
  • Hundemann Records
  • (HMR03)
  • 4 Tracks
  • no barcode
  • EX / EX
  • used



Komm Her!








Various: Wizzz! Volume 2
Wizzz! Volume 2
Brigitte Fontaine
Philippe Nicaud
Bruno Leys
Guy Skornik
und 9 weitere ...
LP (Vinyl)
Since the success of the first volume in 2002, WIZZZ has been considered the benchmark compilation of French sixties alternative pop. It launched an unprecedented craze for this rare breed of disc, featuring exceptionally danceable rhythms, twisted sounds from another world and demented lyrics, coupled with an underlying sense of mockery. It focuses on the creativity of these French artists who dared to break with the boring commercial conventions of their era. If your notion of French sixties music is based on innocuous hits from the likes of Adamo and Sheila, this new collection of rare and unreleased tracks, unearthed from the obscure depths of "Made in France" pop, will astonish you with the brilliance and daring of a few of their deranged cousins, who passed completely unnoticed in the epoch of Gainsbourg. WIZZZ 2 rediscovers and revitalizes these underground geniuses and freaks. Their audacity and inventiveness refutes those who sneer about the alleged inferiority of French pop.
The Courettes: We Are The Courettes
The Courettes
We Are The Courettes
LP (Vinyl)
"Here are The Courettes " - The first sign of life from The Courettes struck like a bomb in 2014. The first edition was sold out within a month and had to be reprinted three times, so far. Their music led the brazilian-danish duo to tour throughout Europe. Invitations to all major Sixtiespunk festivals followed. The numerous shows prove the obvious - the two are made for the stage. Naming two of their legendary shows: for once their real loud and illegal balcony show during Reeperbahn Festival (including a roadblock by the police) or on the other hand - their performance less than 24 hours after their son Lennon was born. You just cannot deny, The Courettes are a born live band. Even greater, that they have taken their time recording the second album "We are the Courettes". Together with producer Kim Kix (known for his band Powersolo) they have thrown such a big bang into the pit that you have no choice but to get your Chelsea boots out of the closet and swing your legs in style. The Courettes have redefined their musical spectrum with some sixties Girl Pop and Soul, without losing their typical dirty fuzz sound. "We are the Courettes" wades so deep in the sixties sound, that even the Brazilian horror movie legend Coffin Joe cast a few spells for this album. As if that is not enough, on 17.03. with "Voodoo Doll", the first single from the album, will be a real sensation, rather a revolution. More on that later, so keep your eyes open.
Dream Boogie: Sorry To Disappoint All Music Lovers
Dream Boogie
Sorry To Disappoint All Music Lovers
LP (Vinyl)
It's always fascinating to see what great pop songs can hide in the garb of garagepunk. Dream Boogie, with their singalong-garage-pop-punk-powerpop simply manage that. After two seconds your first leg starts moving, after three and a half second the other leg is moving and after five seconds you’ll find yourself dancing in your room or optionally at the headphone station of the preferred record store. You can call it magic what this foursome Gothenburg based band is doing or just be delighted to be talking about all those little pearls that lays between the pop of M.O.T.O. to the sunshine psychedelic of The Black Lips. All this hides on their debut album and you’ll not get bored even when you’ve flipped the record for the hundredth time on the turntable. I would say "Sorry to disappoint all music lovers" saves every party. So now, go back to your system and turn the music up, even louder this time.
Regal (3): Two Cycles And A Little More
Two Cycles And A Little More
LP (Vinyl)
Regal is probably the only french garage band whose members met on World of Warcraft. Very quickly confronted to their own limits of skill on banjo, Xavier (drummer from “The Last Rapes” and “Le Pécheur”) and Caelan (Toulousain and New Zealander) put their folk aspirations aside and called upon Maxime to play bass guitar. The trio asked Antoine Marchalot, the “living good of comical comic strips” still unknown at the time. His sense of humor,equal to his sense of rhythm -personal and unexpected- doesn’t stop the band from organizing several tours in Europe and release two albums, “Possible Endings” in 2012 (Frantic City/Azbin) and “Misery, Redemption & Love” (Azbin) in 2013 (Azbin Records being the label that Xavier erected in 2011). It is during the end of the year’s festivities that Maxime retires from Regal and from his bass amp to pursue other passions: the observation of the cosmos. The band then turns to Fadi, a Syro-Lillois metallurgist often present in “La Barrière”, thick and aging building in the ghost town of Chercq (Belgium) where Xavier and Caelan live.After a tour of 30 gigs in 31 days in May, Caelan and Xavier go back to the studio to record the band’s 3rd album
Human Abfall: Tanztee Von Unten
Human Abfall
Tanztee Von Unten
LP (Vinyl)
Human Abfall bestehen seit Herbst 2011 aus Menschen, die an unwirtlichen Orten wie Stuttgart und Berlin leben müssen – den Städten der Verachteten, wo wirklich niemand auch nur mal für eine halbe Stunde tot über dem Nachbarszaun hängen möchte. Trotz oder gerade wegen des unumstößlichen Molochs ihres Lebensraumes sind alle Augen und das Interesse der Öffentlichkeit auf die zurzeit, sagen wir, eigenständigste Punkband des Erdballs gerichtet. Das anziehende Soundgerüst besteht aus einem noisigen Gitarrensound mit knarzigen, dem Wave zugewandten Bassläufen und einem zielsetzend, minimalistisch scheppernden Schlagzeugbeat. Die Musik der Gruppe Human Abfall äußert sich in technikschwerem Rhythmus und ist mehr dystopische Stimmungsmalerei als einfach nur eindringliche Melodie. In den Texten werden Gefühle, Alltagsgegenstände, Zustände widergespiegelt und auf ein eindringliches Minimum reduziert. Keine Betroffenheit - denn über dieses Stadium sind Human Abfall längst schon hinaus. Der Sänger mit verirrt finsterer Miene verpackt den sperrigen Postpunk (nicht unähnlich Grauzone oder Campingsex) in Früh-80er-Deutschpunk (à la Mittagspause und S.Y.P.H.) mit verbraucht doppelbödigen Texten und schafft es trotz wutentbrannten, manisch wiederholten Dada-Parolen stets, dem Hörer eigene Bezüge zu persönlichen Realitäten zu entlocken. Individuen abstoßende, kafkaeske Erzählart verwoben mit den existenzialistischen Wirren des modernen Lebens in der Kampfzone des digitalen Kapitalismus wird wieder und wieder auf das Wesentliche verknappt. Von Stück zu Stück der Schallplatte entsteht der klaustrophobische Eindruck, ein Kurt Schwitters habe seine Schere an den literarischen Werken Jean-Paul Sartres, Simone de Beauvoirs, Albert Camus’ und Gabriel Marcels angesetzt, um die Collage der immer wiederkehrenden Textbausteine mit Hammer und Nagel dem Zeitgeist anzuheften. Eine ganz eigene Erzählart entsteht, weder literarisch noch musikalisch – mehr wie Armdrücken gegen die Wand. Man spürt die Stadt, den Beton, den Dreck. Man spürt den Teil der Gesellschaft über den niemand gerne redet. Vielleicht könnte man verkürzt sagen: Was Dürrenmatt für die Literatur, sind Human Abfall für die Musik.