Supposedly John Dwyer pulled his guitar out of the garbage. I imagine the enigmatic Coachwhips singer/guitarist stumbled across this axe the day he moved to San Francisco from Providence, R.I. and immediately started wailing with the rest of the Whips. This seems unlikey, however, since Johnny was one-half of the Providence outfit Pink and Brown and has tight ties to the incredible Providence act Lightning Bolt - he's heavily featured on Lightning Bolt's Power of Salad DVD. Nevertheless, if the garbage parable is the truth, a copy of Jon Spencer's Orange was clearly abandoned with the guitars.[more:]
It's basically that fashionable noise rock -- you know, riff riff riff, drums drums drums, some screaming. Most of the vocals are megaphoned in. They add some blaring keyboards for good measure. The songs are about sex, UFOs, etc., but with fun titles: "I Put It In, Way Down South," "UFO Please Take Her Home," "My Baby, I Killed Her." All of this lends to the air of chaos, noise and general weirdness that Coachwhips are now the latest garage rawk band to do.
Not that it's not fun, and you can definitely rock out to this sort of thing. If you get an opportunity to see the Whips live, it's a spectacle you will not want to pass up; it feels like what Pixies shows must've been like. Unfortunately, the madness can't translate on record, especially a relatively repetitive 14-tracker that clocks in at about half an hour. Garbage guitars or not, it can't compete with the Blues Explosion.
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