NIGHT SHIFT She RARE 1967 monster garage punk 45 LISTEN
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I can say that the Night Shift sound like the American version of Syd Barrett’s Pink Floyd on this, their one and only single from 1967, “I Call Your Name” b/w “She”, but that’s really only a starting point. These guys are so f*#$ed up, they go seven levels beyond Syd. Chicago’s Kiderian Records are semi-notorious for messed-up garage sludge crudity, but the Night Shift are practically the blueprint for the label. And they are, really, since this is the very first Kiderian release. But back in 1967, this twisted mix of Skip Spence, Syd Barrett and the Legendary Stardust Cowboy must’ve seemed like it landed here from a whole other galaxy. Where the aliens have studied Earth’s pop culture very thoroughly; they just aren’t very good at reinterpreting it.
“I Call Your Name” starts out sounding like a worktape reel from the sessions for Syd Barrett’s “Bike” – there are all sorts of sped-up freakish sound effects, clattering, duck calls, etc. By the time the vocals come in, they’re already drenched in so much trippy late 60’s echo, they’re nearly incomprehensible. Even freakier, the song itself sounds like some lost 1950’s teen idol rave-up, only recorded in the fourth dimension and brought back on a beat-up old Radio Shack cassette tape by Heather O’Rourke herself. This is the sound of Gene Vincent through a wormhole – Ricky Nelson playing to the Zanti Misfits. Whatever they were smoking up there in the Windy City, they really needed to spread the wealth.
Oddly enough, the flipside “She” a cover of a Monkees song, Chicago-style. Or rather, Chicago Sanitarium style. This extremely crude, slowed-down, sludged-up, garaged-up slab of filth shows absolutely no respect for the American musical institution known as the Monkees. In other words - Way to go, guys! With a lead vocalist who’s on key only slightly more often than William Hung, they’ve managed to turn the peppy, harmony-laden PreFab Four classic into a grungy, f*&#ed up, completely depressing shot of potassium chloride that’s more suicide-inducing than a Dana Carvey Film Festival. Most of the song is just vocals, bass and an overenthusiastic (some may say physically destructive) drummer. Finally an organ pops in during the final minute, but it’s so barely audible, it makes the whispers on the hit show Lost sound almost deafening by comparison. This thing is so crude, the Shaggs thought it needed polishing.
In other words, this is what good garage punk is all about. And the Night Shift bring you one of the freakiest, twisted teen freakouts since the likes of the Jellybean Bandits or Teddy and His Patches. And if you can’t appreciate the Monkees as a monolithic slab of downer punk, or a world where vintage Sun label rockabilly can’t coexist peacefully with LSD and acid blotters, then there are literally hundreds of John Tesh CDs up for bid on this very same website. And the next time a band from the fourth dimension graces our world by playing at the club down the street, you just stay at home and watch your Collectors Edition DVD for Master of Disguise. Me and the Shaggs’ll be down on the dancefloor, front row center.
Plays VG++ with light crackle.
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