Message From The Kid From Brooklyn
Is this a typo on the Black Cat site, or are they being serious? I just did a
triple-take, clicked on the links from the schedule a few times to make sure,
and apparently it’s legit: Robert Pollard’s Boston Spaceship will be playing the
mainstage on Saturday evening, supported by Miami noise-punk scoundrels Laundry
Room Squelchers.
No, I’m not a Guided By Voices fanboy geekin’ over another Bob Pollard
incarnation; the real cause for excitement (well, for me) is the presence of
Miami-based madman Rat Bastard’s nebulous Squelchers unit, one of the most
unpredictable outfits in all of noise’s underbelly. A founding member of the
despicable To Live and Shave in LA, Mr. Bastard (Frank Falestra to Mom) has been
cracking heads, bursting eardrums, and causing structural damage in shitty clubs
for decades, most recently with his sprawling International Noise Conference,
which touts: “No droning, no mixing boards, no laptops.”
I had the opportunity to see the Squelchers at last year’s No Future Fest in
Chapel Hill, NC, where a burly man with black-rimmed glasses and beanie (Rat
Bastard) hurled his static-spewing amplifier into the faces and chests of
audience members. You can imagine my intrigue then, at the juxtaposition of such
confrontational guitar trash and hook-laden pop-punk for Saturday’s bill, though
it makes a bit more sense after some Googling and a visit to the Squelchers
site. Pollard and Falestra have actually collaborated before — back in 2003 for
Pollard’s Motel of Fools EP. And since the “Laundry Room Squelchers” are
basically anyone who can/will tour with Mr. Bastard at the time, the lineup for
Saturday will consist solely of Falestra and local guitar/electronics whiz Chris
Grier, also a collaborator with TLASILA. Given that this is basically an indie
rock showcase, I imagine the Squelchers set will be significantly less violent
and involve a more stationary guitar assault. But you never know, heads might
roll. (City Paper Washington DC / by Cole Goins Sep. 26 2008)
The Squelchers’ set is largely a visual experience.
There’s sound, lots of it, at high volume, but it washes over you while you
watch the musicians go through a stream of rock performance gestures in
exaggerated and absurd form combined with Jerry Springer show chaos. Rat plays
guitar, and strides out into the audience on stiff legs. Leslie Keffer flings
her head and long hair down, but in slow motion, or turns to the audience in a
dramarama confrontational way. And one of the other women wrestles on the ground
with Kate, from the noise community here in Nashville, who stormed in and threw
herself into it. The set is relentless, loud and leering.
LRS's set was a great wall-of-sound & stobe light pulsation. Leslie
Keffer had two black eyes apparently from a show in Alabama. amps migrated
around the room, everyone became completely disoriented.
Honesty is one of the defining qualities of noise music, an honesty and openness
so extreme that it is basically dysfunctional in conventional settings,
especially conventional music business settings. Noise music says isn’t it fun
to turn the volume up real loud, aren’t women with guitars sexy, aren’t the
poses of rock performers completely ridiculous, doesn’t the sound quality of a
screech break your heart.........David Maddox June 2005
The second night got off to a dizzying start. Laundry Room Squelchers, a Florida
collective made up of least 15 members (many of them likely temporary),
scattered themselves around the fringes of Northsix's main space. After friendly
warnings to those unfortunate enough to be standing in the proximity of
strategically placed amps, the band attacked their gear. Noisemaker-bearing
instrumentalists wove their way through the crowd, dragging audience members
into the fray with their trailing cords. The music amounted to little more than
a sustained roar, and it all crashed into a splay-legged and unkempt-hair pile
in the middle of the floor. To be in the crowd was to not know which way was
forward or backward while being swept up in a chaos that had, despite its
illusive tameness, moments of real menace.
(New York Press / No Fun Fest 2004)
The Squelchers were entertaining, no doubt. But to call it fucking amazing seems
absurd to me. Wanna see a bunch drunks with no inhibitions? It's not hard, in
fact get drunk sometime and find out how easy it is. Now, if the Squelchers were
stone cold sober and acted like scientists or zen priests all night, and THEN
the show was exactly like it was, I would call it fucking amazing--that would be
a treat.
(Quacky and Pidgeys big huge club 4/7/00)
Just a couple days ago I was overhearing these two co-workers talk about music.
Hey, it's all music! I can appreciate all types of music, I've got an open mind
about it." Oh great, I'm thinking, you've got an open mind! Well, I've got some
shit you can borrow by Caroliner Rainbow Stewed Angel Skins, or how about some
mp3's by The Laundry Room Squelchers? Or no, no, you've gotta check out this
Ilhan Mimaroglu record....What's that, you're not familiar with the 1960s
Turkish 'compositions for magnetic tape' scene? Well, it should be perfect for
an open-minded music lover like yourself!
Lou Reed did a feedback record that lives on as one of the most reviled discs in
the history of rock. Neil Young did one that was, surprisingly, a bit more
musical. What makes Laundry Room Squelchers think that anyone would be
interested in the same shit without any name recognition? There's nothing
musical about a wall of feedback.
An embodiment of obliterated rock and roll from Miami Beach. A disharmonic
convergence is derived from traditional instruments, bizarre electronic gadgets,
and anything else that might help create some of the most unusual junk sounds
this side of a train wreck.