Wednesday, April 17, 2013

King Shit and the Golden Boys (1995)

King Shit and the Golden Boys
(1995, Scat Records)



This is the first Guided by Voices unreleased tracks compilation.  The unfortunate thing about this release is that it was only made available through the box-set entitled Box. Unfortunate only because it's so damn good on its own.   Box was released in '95 through Scat Records, containing the first 4 GBV LPs and the King Shit and the Golden Boys collection.  The tracks stand as outtakes and leftovers from the period of 1988 to 1993 

In the late '80s, Pollard recorded songs and constructed artwork and track lists for several LPs that never saw the light of day. This collection helps unearth some of those gems. contains 2 cuts from the aborted GBV LP Learning to Hunt, 5 tracks from the also scrapped LP Back to Saturn X, and 11 songs that were at one time included for possible inclusion for the final cut of Bee Thousand. !!!  Put on your mining hats and get ready to do some historical digging through the GBV back story. 




We’ve Got Airplanes Mid-tempo, hazy ‘60s hippie-rock but put through the fuzz wringer, and splashed with a touch of punk attitude and pop nostalgia. Controlled and irresistibly bright pop.

Dust Devil3  Slightly prog-tinged basement pop. Big escalating choruses, recorded on the tiny side of the scale. Sounds like a song that would have been made epic by some of  Doug Gillard style contributions.

Squirmish Frontal RoomNoisy, paranoia psych rock. Heavy and twisted, with super distorted vocals. Fun nightmare trip to take.  Great piercing, lead guitar riff.

Tricycle Looper Noisy stomp, with clear, speak-sing vocals over no-fi noodling and pulsating rhythm guitar.  Sounds like a ringleader leading a psychotic circus behind him.  

Crutch Came Slinking5 Shades of “Echos Myron,” in this song. Mid-tempo early’ ’60 head-bop pop, complete with “ooohhhs and ahhhhs.”  Compact innocent pop (complete with surreal Pollard lyrics), to put in your backpocket.

Fantasy Creeps2 Fairly run-of-the-mill shrug worthy pop instrumental with psychotic Pollard drawl over said music. Makes for an interesting pairing of words and music, but it’s fairly forgettable.

Sopor Joe3  Slow, stoner rock with vocal delivery that sounds like it’s being projected from a warped record on a dying hi-fi. Manages to remain poppy throughout it’s slow molasses drip.

Crunch Pillow4 Tobin Sprout fuzz-pop.  Sounds like it’s broadcast from the broken transmissions of a dream.  Predates Neutral Milk Hotel, but perhaps Mangum learned a thing or two from this song. 

Indian Was an Angel5 Acoustic song with dual vocals, singing a infectious melody over said guitar strums. Almost too easy, but yet quite brilliant. Simple, haunting, and endlessly catchy.

Don’t Stop Now [original version]4  Completely rickety early version of the UTBUTS classic. Cryptic, and beautiful, and beautifully simple.  That buzzing string gets me every time.  

Bite2   Curt, loud, and extremely lo-fi. Pretty forgettable.

Greenface5  OH MY GOD!  What a song.  Place the headphones on, turn your stereo up and listen to one of the most inimitable GBV contributions ever caught on tape.  Death-psych rock. Surreal, pissed off, strung out song, shrouded in a thick layer of bong-resin and post-apocalyptic hangovers.  

Deathtrot and Warlock Riding a Rooster4  Completely silly piano bouncer sung with dual harmonies from Pollard and Mitch Mitchell. So completely insane it’s (arguably) borderline genius.

2nd Moves to Win2  Slow, distorted pop contortion. Toe-tapper with buzz saw riffs, while Pollard rambles. It's always been a struggle to find much to grasp on to with this awkward, rather improvised song.

At Odds with Dr. Genesis3 The full version of what was the beginning of “Ester's Day,” off Bee Thousand.  Completely bizarre, with completely dreamlike, wizardry lyrics.  So ridiculous and unsettling that it’s rather enjoyable.

Please Freeze Me  Simple, excellent, acoustic ditty. Catchy in it’s vocal delivery. Overall melancholy. 

ScissorsGrunge ‘50s rock, with ‘60s harmonies delivered by Tobin Sprout. Grand and sloppy. Woozy melodies for the hazy summer.

Postal Blowfish5 Rarely has something so good come from something so little.  Essentially one chord carries the entire song, verse, chorus and all.  Buzzing with attitude and distorted guitars. Classic crowd pleaser.

Crocker’s Favorite Song3 Out of all the songs in the cannon, this was Crocker’s favorite? Ehh, not the worst.  Turns out, this was an early sketch for the song "Class Clown Spots a UFO" off the LP of the same name. Anther version of this would pop up on Suitcase 3, under the name "Class Clown Spots a UFO," as well. Acoustic picking and spacey Pollard vocals from what seems to be another realm is the makeup of this song. Saddened drivel that’s kind of forgettable in the scheme of the great  and encompassing GBV song empire.

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