#hard copy

[fruitcage]

[captainpirateface]

I was up above it.

Now I'm down it.

[alexdti]

It's time to rest and continue with the research tomorrow Also, see you next week since I will be away from home

Quest for friendship RETOLD - chapter 4 - Page 94

New page each Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday

[sp00ky-p00ky]

A great big fuck you to the streaming services...

But I got it now 💜

Next one I need to order is PCU 😆

[grrlmusic]

BBYAFRICKA & SURF GANG - HARD COPY #SURFGANG

[dustedmagazine]

Listed: Outer World — Part 1

Outer World is the psychedelic partnership of Traci Wilson (of Dahlia Seed and Positive No) and Kenneth Close (also Positive No), born when Wilson had to work her way through the changes that long COVID forced in her singing style. In her review, Jennifer Kelly called the title track to their debut album, “a hands-in-the-air, hips-on-a-swivel psychedelic bop along the lines of Os Mutantes’ ‘Bat Macumba.’”

They've provided us with a supersized Listed, saying "We just completed the final show of spring dates and it feels like we should share some of the things that were playing in the van relating to the cities we traveled through." The second part is here.

Hard Copy — Torpedo 

Easily our favorite Richmond, VA band who joined us for our tour kick-off and record release. An incredible art-punk quartet who have mastered space and tension. Every time we see them they morph into a unique version of themselves and it was such a treat to have them be part of sending us off.

The Sewerheads — Man of Finite Sorrow

Our old band, Positive No, befriended and played many shows with The Gotobeds from Pittsburgh, PA. When putting together our show in that city, it was natural that Eli's new band The Sewerheads would be involved. We are big fans of anything he does, and The Sewerheads are no exception. They are brash and dive into a dirge feeling that's rooted in nostalgia but fresh all at once.

White Noise — Love Without Sound

Our dear friend Sam Richardson had the grand opening of his new record store, Feel It Record Shop (sharing the same name as his most excellent record label) the day we were playing in Cincinnati, OH.  As a record-collecting band, that was our first stop upon arriving in town. There were many goodies procured and finding a pristine copy of an Outer World favorite, White Noise was simply tops.

Clickbait — Sundae with Peanut

Jen Lenmasters came to our attention via her always informative and very cool IG account She Bop which focuses on women in rock/punk in her record collection. She and her husband Nick own Bric-A-Brac (record shop) as well as the Brewed (coffee shop), which we put on our short list of places to visit in Chicago. They also happen to play in an exciting art punk band called Clickbait who have a new record coming this July. It was a no-brainer to ask them to share a bill with us. 

Tyvek — Wayne County Roads

En route to Michigan, we were blasting Tyvek in the van and we all were bopping our heads to this song as it played. Such an anthem and great driving music to boot! Shelley, who is among the current line of the band, kindly helped us put our Detroit show together and we also shared the bill with another current Tyvek member’s band Deadbeat Beat who earned band most worthy of a record deal award of tour.

Randy Carlos — Satellite U.S.A 

Our first stop in Detroit was Hello Records where some of the Tyvek crew also works. We procured this beautiful Latin comp that looks like a stereo sound test record, but it is filled with goodies including this magical Randy Carlos song. 

The Makers — Don't Challenge Me

Kevin and Shelley from Tyvek DJ'd our Detroit show — seriously the best DJ set of all time. They played some of our all time favorite records to DJ, and this killer single was among them.

Winged Wheel — Grief in the Garden

We played Tubby's in Kingston, NY after a few days off (Earthquaker Devices, tiki drinks, and Niagra Falls - oh my!). Tubby’s is one of the coolest and most artist friendly spots on the east coast and is co-owned by Cory of Winged Wheel,Spray Paint, and Rider/Horse. The new Winged Wheel record came out a few days later and we not only played it on release day on tour, but it has lived on our turntable ever since we got home. A best of 2024 alert! 

[esotericworld]

UFO video shot from space shuttle

[oldshowbiz]

1990s Tabloid News Shows

[pretty-little-fools]

[bandcampsnoop]

10/12/23.

The pace with which Feel It Records (Cincinnati, Ohio) is releasing music is dizzying. I'm impressed and dumbfounded simultaneously. Hard Copy (Richmond, Virginia) is their one of their newer releases. Feel It releases tend to the punk/post-punk. And I guess this is post-punk but with a dancier feel.

I can't help but think of bands like The Woodentops, Talking Heads, Pere Ubu, The Fall and Dry Cleaning. There is a definite groove here and the talk/singing vocals recall the work of the above artists.

[shironezuninja]

Absolutely no plans to get this into Soft Copy format.

[thats-h0w-th3-light-g3ts-in]

Hard copies are important!!!! CD’s, DVD’s, LP’s,… even a fucking usb stick!! Haven‘t you learned anything from that excruciatingly long Netflix movie with Julia Roberts

HOLD THE LINE!! KEEP PUSHING!!!!!

[alexdti]

Let's open the new preorders of the printed version of Quest for friendship RETOLD!

And there's a special price for preordering it! 40 Euros instead of 50

Shipping worldwide

By envelope (not available outside Europe) or packaged tracked

[thelensofyashunews]

BBYAFRICKA AND SURF GANG SHARE HARD COPY EP – OUT VIA SURF GANG RECORDS

Inglewood tastemaker Bbyafricka teams up with independent NYC producer collective SURF GANG for their new collaborative project HARD COPY—out now via Surf Gang Records. Largely produced by SURF GANG headmaster evilgiane, HARD COPY blends Bbyafricka's melodic, free-flowing barwork with SURF GANG's idyllic soundscapes across the project's four tracks, culminating in an electric collaboration that provides a promising glimpse into the future of experimental rap. The EP follows the forward-thinking beat-makers' recent link-up with Massachusetts singer LUCY (Cooper B. Handy) for joint project JACK & THE BEANSTALK, released last month. Known for her poetic wordplay and eclectic sonic blend of emo, R&B, and indie rock, Bbyafricka first exploded onto the scene in 2018 with her fish narc (Juice WRLD, Lil Peep) and Nedarb-produced (Lil Peep, $UICIDEBOYS, Xavier Wulf) debut project Brain Damage as well as her single "Downtown & Cigarettes" before making waves with viral Saweetie link-up "Baby Mama Coochie"(4M Streams) and her 2021 collaboration with Lil Yachty on "Dead to Me".

HARD COPY arrives on the heels of an exciting year for evilgiane—after receiving a 2024 GRAMMY "Best Rap Performance" nomination for his work on Kendrick Lamar & Baby Keem's"The Hillbillies", he's since released both a collab album with Slimesito, EVILSLIME, as well as January mixtape #HEAVENSGATE VOL. 1. The project boasted features from the likes of Rx Papi,454, Xaviersobased, Nettspend, 03Greedo and FLEE and was instantly met with critical acclaim from The FADER, Stereogum, Hypebeast and Pitchfork. It's also been a busy 2024 for Bbyafricka, who made her initial foray into the dance scene with Gorgon City collab "Biggest Regret" (8M Streams) following the release of her latest full-length project The Rapture earlier this year. Now with new collab tape HARD COPY, Bbyafricka and SURF GANG join forces for a kinetic, genre-bending outing—and a refreshing preview of the next generation's DIY rap counterculture.

[dustedmagazine]

VR Sex — Hard Copy (Dais)

Listeners and readers of a certain age (ahem) will remember Hard Copy, the tabloid-style entertainment news show that made its bones on broadcasting salacious, titillating and graphically violent images through the 1990s. VR Sex, a post-punk outfit from LA, trades in related semiotics, at least on the surface of this new record — and Hard Copy was nothing but surface. Does VR Sex have greater depth? The jury is out on that one, and the band will likely welcome the deferred verdict. They seem to like toeing the lines of morbidly libidinal transgressions, pushing various hot buttons, provoking the squares. See the partially deflated sex doll on the album’s cover, or song titles like “Hush Money Millionaire” and “Space Invasion,” enjoying the ironies of which may require at least minimal critical activity on the part of the consumer. Sure. But “Hard Copy” is a rock record, so maybe we should be asking: Is the music any good?

It is — but it’s also complicated by the formal ironies that have marked (or plagued) postpunk music from the jump. See “Inanimate Love” for a relevant example. The tune’s opening minute channels the dissonance of Sonic Youth, c. 1986. The signature riff and melody kick in, and you are projected toward the UK, especially the Jesus and Mary Chain in their Darklands-period of struggle with sudden fame. When Andrew Clinco (whose name some will recognize from his high-concept work as Drab Majesty) starts to sing, things get decidedly more louche. A particular strain of West Hollywood freak — hairdo as important as guitar tone, sunglasses worn on stage — creeps toward the music’s center, ghosts of Christian Death and Tomata du Plenty flit in and out like punk rock poltergeists. The song has come home.

None of those names is particularly problematic, but their combination and the sense that the band wants you to summon at least some of them are less straightforward matters. It’s an old saw, the extent to which anything post- is necessarily pastiche, and the resulting arguments that used to feel intrinsically political are all but exhausted. Or maybe we are just too tired. If that second supposition is correct, then songs like “Jenny Killer Glue” and “In Great Detail” seem poised for our pleasure. Flashy and cool, cynical and sexy, they have that rock’n’roll quality of cultural noise that is calculated and dangerous in equal measure.

Here’s another way of putting that: How do you reinvest a half-deflated sex doll with erotic energy? Pay attention to the terms there: they assume that the sex doll was full of erotic investments in the first place. And of course it was. The fact that the commodity form exists (the doll in its original packaging, behind the counter of the porn shop, or these days available on Amazon, for your convenience) means that culture has already distributed the investment, whatever your intent or surface-level interest might be.

So, listen to VR Sex’s “Real Doll Time.” The song’s upbeat energies evoke Wire in a sassy mood, but the vocals are pure West Hollywood. The tune sweeps you along, danceable and rockin. Dig it. But what’s “real doll time,” and what’s a real doll? Mostly: what’s “real” here? Think too hard about those questions and you’ll miss the gag: Clinco’s repeated enunciations of the title phrase become indistinguishable from a different read. It starts to sound like “real dull time.” That’s funny—the gag is on us, always has been. But meanwhile the song churns away, and it closes with 90 seconds of a terrific, slightly mournful and sorta sweet new melody, expertly clad in postpunk textures. Another band would have made a whole song out of it. VR Sex poses it as a throwaway, and it’s exactly the right gesture. Like a smoke, lit, dragged on once or twice, and tossed from the stage. Did you get burned? Good. At least you felt something.

Jonathan Shaw