Showing posts with label The Celibate Rifles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Celibate Rifles. Show all posts

Monday, January 6, 2020

The 1986 Listening Post - The Celibate Rifles - The Turgid Miasma of Existence

The Celibate Rifles - The Turgid Miasma of Existence



#280/1405
July 1 1986
The Celibate Rifles
The Turgid Miasma of Existence
Genre: Aussie Punk
4.25 out of 5



Highlights:
Bill Bonny Regrets
Temper Temper Mr. Kemper
Some Kind of Feeling
Sometimes


The Celibate Rifles never met a chord progression they couldn’t fuck with and surprise you with.
It’s almost as though they want you to feel uncomfortable as possible without turning you off. 
You always saw the name “Celibate Rifles” on file sharing sites, especially on Soulseek. And, while I probably have some of their stuff downloaded somewhere I never really dug in. I’m sort of glad I didn’t. I needed a project like this to bring me to them. 


Friday, February 1, 2019

The 1984 Listening Post - The Celibate Rifles - The Celibate Rifles (5 Languages)

The Celibate Rifles - The Celibate Rifles (5 Languages)


#98
April 1984
The Celibate Rifles
The Celibate Rifles (5 Languages)
4 out of 5


Highlights:
Wild Desire
Darlinghurst Confidential

The Aussie invasion continues!
This Radio Birdman sounding group has always eluded me. What I mean is, every time I’ve had them cued up to listen to them (I’ve had a couple of their albums on a hard drive from long ago) I’ve gotten distracted and then forgot. 

Have you heard The Hellacopters? Or The Flaming Sideburns? Or Gluecifer? No? I bet they’ve heard The Celibate Rifles. 

Just when you think each song has made it’s point, a guitar takes it to another level. Or something simple as a pedal. Or the controlled chaos. Case in point, the spoken word/blue riffed/piano cacophony of “Darlinghurst Confidential”. Before you have time to hate it it’s wormed it way into your psyche and you realize that you actually kind of like it. Not love. They don’t want you to love them. They just want you to listen. And maybe buy them a drink. 

X & Celibate Rifles. That’s a concert that should have happened.