#The Cool Greenhouse

[hark-sounds]

The Cool Greenhouse - Alexa!, 2020.

[bandcampsnoop]

10/5/23.

I've been a Native Cats (Hobart, Tasmania) fan for quite some time. Their sound is truly a unique one - Julian Teakle's instruments and Chloe Escott's inimitable vocals. They were really the forerunners of a sound popularized by the more well-known acts like Dry Cleaning or Sleaford Mods. Apparently "the title of the album is drawn from the rules and principles David Thomas wrote for his band Pere Ubu."

I've also mentioned bands like The Cool Greenhouse and Woven In when discussing The Native Cats.

This is their first LP for Chapter Music (Australia). Speaking of Chapter Music, they've added a single from The Apartments on Bandcamp. You can listen below.

[twinkandwink]

The Cool Greenhouse were back in town with their songs of everyday lyrics for everyday people! Nearing the end of the tour and full of cold, Tom Greenhouse soldiered through despite being criticised for his shoes by some women at the front, personally I thought they were OK.

Here's some pics and vids of new tracks from their album 

Track -Get Unjaded, see previous post for full version of an oldie The End of the World.

The Cool Greenhouse - The Exchange, Bristol 25th Jan 2023.

[maquina-semiotica]

“ Life Advice”, The Cool Greenhouse

[kitchenlegrecords]

Pieuvre will open for The Cool Greenhouse next week

Catch Pieuvre on stage Thu next week (09.02), opening for The Cool Greenhouse in Urban Spree: https://www.facebook.com/events/453147646589291/?ref=newsfeed

[chamoemileclown]

i recreated scar's storage cart out of lego!

[arc-hus]

Peckham House, London - Surman Weston

[theunconcernedembalmer]

All the games I've been playing have characters with badass powers so here we are. Badass greenhouse. Or something

[slime-crafters]

I think it's so funny to decorate room by room because you can tell which room I have no clue what to do with

[creepyscritches]

My partner is taking me to a succulent bar tomorrow for my birthday :3c

[bandcampsnoop]

6/8/23.

Monorail Music (Glasgow, Scotland) alerted me to the 7" release by Water Machine (also based in Glasgow). Even though they had previously released a cassette on GoldMold Records (Glasgow...yet again), I somehow missed them.

Both "Water Machine Pt. II" (from the 7") and "I Quit" (from the cassette demo) start with languid synths or guitar before breaking out into great driving pop. It came as no surprise to read that they've shared the bill with bands like Holiday Ghosts, The Cool Greenhouse and The Orielles. GoldMold references both Pavement and Beat Happening.

Glasgow!

[twinkandwink]

The Cool Greenhouse, this is still my favorite track The End of the World.

The Cool Greenhouse - The Exchange, Bristol 25th Jan 2023

[maquina-semiotica]

“ The UFOs”, The Cool Greenhouse

[wiley-treehouse-gardens]

[noisilyeclecticmilkshake]

Just Add Heat

@whumporama - mentioned some cold-powered whumpees. Hope you like it!

Whumpee woke up on a carpeted floor. Her head was pounding, and she tried to get up only for a boot to land on her back. Keeping her there. It was difficult to miss the temperature of the plane. Whumpee was wearing black jeans, and a long sleeved black shirt. She did notice her old clothes were still on, just more placed over them.

“Mmmph” Duct tape was the first thing Whumpee noticed as she tried to voice her complaints. The quickly increasing throbbing pain in her tongue was the second. She tried to look around, but most of her head movement had been restrained by the boot on their back. She could still tell it was a private jet. 

Speaking of restraints. She felt at the ones locking her hands behind her back. Handcuffs. No, the wrist pieces were too wide. Manacles? Who has manacles in the twenty-first century? She couldn’t see, but she had a strong suspicion the same had been placed around her ankles. Some of their opponents really were stupid, Whumpee thought as she started freezing the metal, it would become brittle and therefore, easy to bre-

“MMMPH” Her attempts were brought to a stop as the metal heated up faster than she could cool it down. Much faster. 

“None of that.” Whumper. “We still have quite a ways to go, so unless you want to spend the next couple hours on the ground slowly burning through your wrists, I suggest you don’t try that again. 

Whumpee didn’t reply, not that she had much in the way of that anyway, but most of her focus was on the manacles, which, she had noticed, Whumper didn’t bother cooling down. The heat of the plane didn’t help either.

She felt the boot lift off their back, but it was only a brief relief as she was flipped over, and the boot was placed on her ribcage, pushing her back into the hot metal. 

“Nod if you understand.”

Whumpee’s breathing was fast, trying to find any relief from the heat. She nodded vigorously. The boot lifted and she sat up. Grateful for the relief of pressure from the metal. Whumpers power was fading quickly from the metal, but the burns stayed. Grateful. No, Whumpee was pissed, and, with no other way to voice her discomfort, shot a glare at Whumper.

She felt a surge of dizziness as the blood rushed to her head. She moved to the other side of the small aisle, situating herself at the bottom of one of the couches. How long had she been lying there? Scratch that, where was she headed. All the window covers had been pulled, leaving it dark in the plane. Another problem, now that she had sat up, she felt more throbbing pain, her lips, and her ears, more specifically, her earlobes. She blanched in realization, and saw Whumper smile at her wide-eyed expression.

Piercings. Metal piercings.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions. Most of those will be answered when we land, but.” Whumper moved to the floor, and reached for Whumpee, who tried to move away, but her escape attempt earlier had taken more out of her than she thought. The heat and extra layer of clothes had worked together to keep her body temperature much higher than she was used to and it was getting difficult to breath. Whumper grabbed her face, and pulled the tape off, gently. 

“Don’t want to pull out your piercings.” Whumper mumbled as they focused. So Whumpee was right. 

This was going to suck. 

She could try cooling down the metal again, but she couldn’t afford another heated metal attack. She needed to save her strength. Find the right moment. The duct tape was painstakingly pulled off, and she was pulling in more deep, hot breaths, she tried cooling the air as she breathed it in. That was a mistake. A fog left Whumpee’s mouth and her eyes darted to Whumper, who had just leaned back across from her, not bothering to sit back in her own seat. 

“I was hoping you’d try something.” Hot, sharp pain burned its way through her tongue. She tried to move away, but the heat just moved with her. She was panting again and had broken into another sweat by the time the heat had started dying down.

“I’m honestly interested in seeing how creative you can get.”

“You’re going to kill me. I can’t survive heatstroke.” 

“I’m sure you won’t let that happen, your body's natural ability should keep you cool enough.” It certainly didn’t feel like it.

“Fuck you.” 

“Aaaaagh!” Her snake eye piercings flared up. She instinctively bit her lip to stop from whimpering in pain, but that just made it worse, aggravating the burnt flesh. She now felt every hot breath with agony as it passed over the three piercings located directly in and around her mouth.

“An’ If I jusht shtop tryin’” God it hurt to talk. 

“Oh, I’m not worried about that.” A wicked smile spread across Whumper’s face “Greenhouses are fascinating. Did you know they can get up to 30 degrees warmer than the outside, if you know what you’re doing of course. Even in the winter.” 

Whumpees breath hitched. How long were they planning on keeping them? 

“And the materials block out most radiation, so it’s really hard to get a sunburn. That’s really good for delicate plants.”

Fuck. 

The team had been looking around the desert for over a day now. Whumper had given them coordinates, but it looked like Whumpee had managed to leave that spot, probably find shade in some delirium.

~cheeky time skip cause I wrote this in the hours before I needed to head to work~

“GUYS!” It was a desperate call from Sidekick. “I found her! It’s bad.” Whumpee was shivering. Her entire body, at least the visible part, was red, covered in burns and they could see the glint of metal in their face.