Alright, you digital crate-digger, what unholy amalgamation of lost fuzz, proto-punk sneers, and outsider snarls have you exhumed from the ether today? Let’s pry open the lid and see what’s rattling around inside.
First up, **Creme Soda**—the Midwest’s best-kept freak-rock secret. Their 1975 album *Tricky Zingers* is a bizarre and brilliant fusion of garage psych, folk, and proto-punk sneer. Tracks like "Give It Up (Man)" and "Numero Uno" are snotty, underground anthems that could’ve been blaring from some dingy, incense-filled basement. But then, they throw curveballs like "(I'm) Chewin' Gum," a warped doo-wop send-up that makes you wonder if they were laughing at or with rock ‘n’ roll itself.
Next, **Alternative TV**—punk’s overlooked caustic poets, forever riding the line between nihilism and art-school provocation. "Love Lies Limp"? "Strange Kicks"? A band that sneered at even the notion of being boxed into a genre, turning punk’s energy inward and twisting it into something weirder, something that made you question why you even showed up in the first place.
Then, **Aardvark**—the forgotten ghosts of ‘70s British heavy psych. "Copper Sunset," "I Can’t Stop," "The Outing - Yes"—all the titles reek of lava-lamp hallucinations and bad-trip comedowns. This is the sound of a band that played to half-filled pubs, where some wide-eyed kids in the front row swore they were watching the second coming of Sabbath, while the bartenders just wished they’d shut up and let the jukebox play Free’s "All Right Now" again.
Swinging over to **Human Instinct**, the New Zealand power trio that took Hendrix’s blueprint and made it heavier, fuzzier, and even more unhinged. "Stoned Mary" and "Nothing’s Changed" are here, their titles alone screaming of bong resin and existential dread. Billy T.K.'s guitar licks don't just shred—they claw at your skull, demanding your full attention.
This isn’t just a playlist—it’s an accidental manifesto, a time capsule of every barstool philosopher and amp-blown dreamer who ever thought they were going to change the world with a fuzz pedal and a bad attitude. And maybe, just maybe, they did.
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