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| IDK whether disdain for plebs was what they were going for with this expression but it fits to an hilarious degree. |
Like Minor Threat (in this way only), little-known Paisley Underground also-rans True West's complete discography fits neatly onto one CD (get off muh lawn), so that's the one you should get. I have no idea what the Paisley Underground scene was supposed to be about; only that it had Rain Parade and, I think, the Bangles at one point, and seems to be situated somewhere in a Venn diagram between "jangle pop" and "neo-psychedelia", whatever those mean. True West in particular (evidently there are several bands of that name, so make sure it's the real one) have been compared to CBGB's staple Television, and between their artfully winding lead guitar lines and the brief burst of punkish abandon on frenetically danceable track two "I'm not here", I guess I can see that fitting too, but for the most part it's just meticulously composed meat & potatoes rock with a breezy good-time confidence not altogether of this world. "Too Many Steps To That Door" and "It's About Time" chime with lysergic derealisation, while both original and slowed-down versions of "And Then The Rain" speak to the mystery glimpsed briefly where the fabric of the veil is at its thinnest: "Then I caught a distant glimmer/Of why I'm here in this place". There's the triumphal uplift of "Shot You Down" and stoic defiance of "Ain't No Hangman" and bro ode to carousing "Morning Light", but at this point I'm just listing the tracks because there's really no filler, which makes me ponder whether bands should have to condense all their output to fit one disc by law, saving skip buttons wear and tear around the world. Then again, were it not for filler, my ḃḹőǥ would have closed years ago, leaving the internet a sadder, poorer place, I'm sure you'll agree.
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