The way that Richmond VA’s Ing (just “Ing”, like the suffix) is experimental is a straight-forward way. They seem like a band that is genuinely curious about what kind of music they make. Songs change structure at the drop of a hat, varying in speed, volume, and rhythm. This variation – these dynamics – never feel self-conscious though.
Eerie Wanda - "Hands of the Devil" | Post-Trash Compilation Feature
“Hands of the Devil” is emblematic of Pet Town as a whole: Tadic’s voice moves in the rhythm of a playground chant, her guitar picked in a lilting, whimsical manner, and the scant handclap percussion giving the recording an intimate, live feel. What I value most about “Hands of the Devil” is how tactile the song feels.
Mister Goblin - "White Fuckin Flag" (Dido cover) | Post-Trash Compilation Feature
On one hand, you can throw a Dido cover into the “surprising choices” catagory, but on the other, Mister Goblin’s rendition feels like it could have shown up on Final Boy. The original “White Flag” is a perfect pop song, gloriously overproduced and saturated with polish, but Woodring has reduced it all to double-tracked guitars and vocals.
Lawn - "Summertime" | Post-Trash Compilation Feature
Renata Zeiguer - "Gravity (Alt Version)" | Post-Trash Compilation Feature
“Gravity” was the last track written (and ordered) on Zeiguer’s debut, Old Ghost. It’s a fantastic song, and it shows up again on Faraway Business in an alternate form. On first listen, it sounds stripped back, with much of the production and arrangements of the original removed to make the song even more intimate than it was before.
Cheekface - "Ballad Of Big Nothing" (Elliott Smith cover) | Post-Trash Compilation Feature
Pllush - "Soft In The Dark" | Post-Trash Compilation Feature
Exhalants - "Hey Motherfucker" + "...Trample The Cross Underfoot..." EP | Post-Trash Compilation Feature
The band are heading out on a West Coast tour in May and in celebration will release …Trample The Cross Underfoot…, another tour tape consisting of four new songs and a pair of demos. In true Exhalants fashion, it’s another essential recording from out their practice shed, low in fidelity but absolutely rattling in tone and overt fury.