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Hooks so infectious they rot on impact. Trash Classic marks a feral mutation for Frankie and the Witch Fingersa record that snarls with proto-punk venom, angular melodies, and electronic textures that cough and sputter like dying neon lights under a poisoned sky. This record pushes the Witch Fingers’ sound to a razor’s edge. Wiry and twitching, it bends into synth-punk and fractured new wave, with fragments of industrial grime caked under its nails. Guitars detonate and slice like cinderblocks through glass, while gnashing basslines slither through the sludge, alive and seething. Buzzy synths take the forefront, driving relentless rhythms that crack and pop, drenched in a chemically saturated sheenpart bug-eyed speed-freak pogo, part dance floor delirium. The vocals cut through like static-laced transmissionsbalancing both smirk and sneerlayering playful unease over themes of escapism, decay, and overindulgence.
FORMATS
Cassette (Limited Edition), CD, LP (Limited Edition), LP (Limited Edition Spilt Milk White Vinyl)
GENRE
Hooks so infectious they rot on impact. Trash Classic marks a feral mutation for Frankie and the Witch Fingersa record that snarls with proto-punk venom, angular melodies, and electronic textures that cough and sputter like dying neon lights under a poisoned sky. This record pushes the Witch Fingers’ sound to a razor’s edge. Wiry and twitching, it bends into synth-punk and fractured new wave, with fragments of industrial grime caked under its nails. Guitars detonate and slice like cinderblocks through glass, while gnashing basslines slither through the sludge, alive and seething. Buzzy synths take the forefront, driving relentless rhythms that crack and pop, drenched in a chemically saturated sheenpart bug-eyed speed-freak pogo, part dance floor delirium. The vocals cut through like static-laced transmissionsbalancing both smirk and sneerlayering playful unease over themes of escapism, decay, and overindulgence.
The songs were born in the grime of Vernon, Los Angelesa wasteland littered with gutted RVs and rusting machinery, where the air tastes like asphalt and dog food. But the real alchemy happened in Oakland, at Tiny Telephone Studios, where producer Maryam Qudus (La Luz, Spacemoth) helped transmute the tracks into their final forms. Unhinged tones, unconventional recording experiments, and wild sonic detours transformed the songs into something alive and unpredictable.
Every day of recording began with cartoons blaring at full volumea Looney Tunes ritual that turned the madness of the recording process into something almost childlike. Late at night, sugar-fueled candy binges kept the energy spiking, pushing the sessions into a fever dream of jittery, spastic playfulness. The result is a raw, twisted monument to rot and excesstoxic glamour and nihilistic
salvation. Trash Classic isn’t just a record; it’s an auditory dumpster biblea gutter gospel for those ready to dive into its filth.
Format – Limited Edition Cassette, CD, Limited Edition LP & Limited Edition Spilt Milk White Coloured Vinyl LP (Indies Exclusive)
TRACKLISTING (IF AVAILABLE)
1. Channel Rot
2. T.V. Baby
3. Dead Silence
4. Fucksake
5. Economy
6. Eggs Laid Brain
7. Out of the Flesh
8. Total Reset
9. Conducting Experiments
10. Gutter Priestess
11. Trash Classic
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