from the 7” single, Flapping Jet Records, 1997Yet another case of being too ahead of the revival, Gogogo Airheart were exploring the depths of post-punk’s carcass literally years before Franz Ferdinand or the Yeah Yeah Yeahs had even formed as bands; not to mention, as evidenced by this glorious Ubu-esque trainwreck of a song, they truly did justice to post-punk’s spirit of adventure and boundless curiosity, not just ripping off the dancey drumming (although, truth be told, that snappy break sure does help). Even cooler that Airheart are from San Diego, a town mostly known for it’s shocking lameness and snooty conservatism, as contrasted against the rest of California’s dippy flake action anyways. This is one of their earlier singles, and don’t be put off by the roughly minute-long jazz intro, because with the scratch of a record they explode into a real hot mess, and never did look back.
