CAROLINER “OUR AMERICAN HERITAGE” 1800’S PSYCHEDELIC FOLK TUNE DAY-GLO ERGOT ARTHOUSE VINYL LP!
Best of Caroliner Live lp? With extra half eaten future work out songs on SIXTY MINUTES OF OLIVE OIL PUREST VINYL? Sign me up coach! Now we are insane!! Side A Whose Gotten My Teething Cotton? 2:43 The Ballad Of Hamdrags (Instrumental) 1:46 Anonomously The Turmite 1:43 Huge Gunset 0:40 Good Luck Shining Tongue 6:50 When Winter’s Outside The Door 0:36 Rainbows Made Of Meat 2:00 The Day Leaps Up And Down 0:16 Yerubae (Instrumental) 2:46 The Ark Manager 4:34 “Bad Luck” 0:24 Beeline For The Wet Spot 4:29 My Seeds Wait With Me 0:39 Side B How Tasty The Gunpowder Father? 0:56 Child Heart Of Dirt Pump 3:24 The Straw Prisoner Raised An Alarm 1:17 Empty Halo 3:04 The Kin Quilt (Instrumental) 2:52 The Indecisive Farming Smell 1:18 For Bread And Ax 4:02 Day Of The Terrible Cocksuns 2:36 Pace And Mercy’s List 4:09 Wrap Your Rattler Bring Your Coat 1:16 Meuyhammers And The Boots Wound 4:01 “In Caroliner’s first through ninth LP you may notice there is not always time for specific solos and individuality to shine out their fascinating personalities in a recording. With the struggle to bring the voice and stories to the forefront of the records it is important to tell the song and historical accounts by Caroliner, Singing Bull of the 1800’s. The exceptions are many, the seven inch recordings and the live shows have gratuitus swamps of personality with the audience mired in our swamp gas you are inhaling the essence of the persons and guests who make up the whole of Caroliner. This LP also is an exception. Focusing like a target at an inch away we put together our best live music pieces which include between them small compositions and ideas that are to be music on LPs in the following years of Caroliner’s existance. The solo is in actuality a song in it’s infancy. There is one exception: The second version of “Good Luck Shining Tongue” is in actuality a parody called “Bad Luck” which is an expression we had for the particular show that night. Listed next to the song title are the culprit soloists who were exploring a musical realm showcasing a brilliant talent often overlooked on LPs. We hope to see you in the next nine records. Caroliner, Singing Bull of the 1800’s Memorial Band.” — “LIVE! That’s right: Caroliner is no longer just a pile of highest-technology studio trickery and assfuckery. This time they’re out on the road — mostly the Bank Notes line-up, after P. Menses quit but before Pamps joined — and ROCKING ASS!!!! Scott Colburn (best known as the Fourth Sun City Girl) compiled the tapes, going through over sixty hours of recordings. Dang then narrowed down the selection to 14 songs (three from Armed With Qts, 2 each from Woodpile, Cooking and Sabre, 1 each from Rear, Strike, Bank and Rings and a catchy fiddle tune called “Wrap Your Rattler Bring Your Coat” from Goodness knows where), and added 10 tracks of line noise, feedback, mistakes and booming bass humming, under the auspices of sharing the “solo” creations of such band members as Tip The Scales My Wayne, Darrieny Diddle-O, Soakmadill and Brazen And Meticulous Pintle. The band could play, dude! The piano, banjo and fiddle work are pure musicianship, the blues rockers actually ROCK (and BLUE) and the swoopy echoey guitars lead us to Temptation, delivering us from and so on. It’s surprising to hear how competently they played in a live situation considering how many pounds of black-lit crap they were all wearing during every show. Not just that but every touring band has its “fair shair” of crazy happenings, unexpected bloopers and crazy goings-ons. For example, several band members recall a show in some Mission District dive in which a performance of “Dusk” resulted in a crazy, nonstop pulsing feedback sound that seemed like it had ripped the tops of their skulls open and SHAT inside! Another unexpected incident involved a song begun by all band members at once – so loudly that one of the players blew out his inner ear and fell over. Didn’t even wobble — just tipped over like a tree! Seven or eight band members recall the loudest concert of all time being performed in an old beer tank under a Cincinnati sidewalk. They actually had to lower themselves through a hole to get into it. It was so small — (“How small was it?”) — that when it sat AROUND the house, it sat on a Saturday. ” -M P