Church of Thee PVC #12

[Polyvinyl Craftsmen]

Here we go with episode 12, an hour of rollicking rock 'n'roll ear warmers broadcast from a secret location on the foggy East Coast of England.

Playlist

Wolfman – Randy Fuller

I Was Led to Believe – Thee Mighty Caesar

Ealry in the Morning – The Gories

A Piece of Jewelry – Ardels

No One Left to Love – The Bedlam Four

Makin Love – Dirty Shames

It’s Gotta Be About Me – The Jim Jones Revue

I Wanna Be Free – The Rings

Rhinestone Cowboy – Quintron and Miss Pussycat

Do Wah Diddy Diddy - King Uszniewicz and his Uszniewicztones

Mumblin’ Guitar – Bo Diddley

You Gonna Get It – Coach Whips

Wax Face – Thee Oh Sees

Children of Paul – Ty Segall

A Hundred Highways – Dirty Beaches

I’m Looking Over My Shoulder – The Subsonics

Dead Fish – Bikes

Slide – The Bugs

The Way I Feel About You – The Bristols

Soapy – The Lyres

Running Kind – Chariot

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[Pete Sottrel]

That's an outstanding collection of tunes - thanks very much!  Whereabouts on the English East Coast are you based?  I'm from over that way (near Ipswich), and grew up on the excellent pop-punk fare from the area (Stupids, Perfect Daze, Space Maggots, Goober Patrol) and the somewhat noisier hardcore as proferred by ENT and their ilk (flagons of rough cider all round!).

Can't go wrong with John Dwyer's precision aggro, Ty Segall's singular genius and Dirty Beaches' sublime 50s-style Lynchisms.  Thanks again!

[Polyvinyl Craftsmen]

Cheers Pete, we are Southend/Westcliff/Leigh on Sea based. The Adicts were always my favourite Ipswich band, bit obvious maybe but I still think Lunch With The Adicts ep sounds great. Thanks for  getting in touch, Coop.By the way head to polyvinylcraftsmen.blogspot.com to hear more.

[Pete Sottrel]

very remiss of me to neglect to mention The Adicts, especially as I ruined my leather jacket painting on the logo and Monkey face on the back!  Ah, the plight of a 15 year old hick desperately hanging round those Parrot Records on a Saturday afternoon and trying to be a punk, but without daring actually talking to anyone (well, any of the Ipswich punks, of whose "scene" I was craving to be a part, while most of them were probably just as desperately wishing that they were in DC or Southern California!).