MARK CONE - Now Showing LP
- Label: Neck Chop
- Catalog Number: CHOP-022
- Availability: In Stock
Do me a favor. Think of your favorite synth punk band, or, assuming
you hate everything the subgenre stands for, think of the one you hate
the least. Pretty much anything that’s got a keyboard and a lot of
yelling involved, since it’s practically all the same shit anyways. Now,
imagine yourself holding a physical release from said band; either a
record, cassette, CD, LaserDisc, or what have you. Just imagine it in
your hands. Alright, now imagine yourself breaking it right over your
fucking knee – MARK CONE is your favorite now. It’s up
to you whether or not that last part should be left to your imagination,
but for those with an inherent affinity for keyboard-infused punk,
minimal exposure to Cone’s dissonant, hyperactive keystrokes,
masterfully programmed drum beats, and throaty, maniacal roars are
needed to realize the undercurrent of brilliance that runs beneath this
darkened display of unfledged synth glory. Mark Cone – a snide, hysterical character conceived by one of the two founders of Massachusetts’s Urochromes, Jackie M.
– not only epitomizes the essence of keyboard-oriented punk, but does
so in a line-up devoid of instruments typically associated with the
subgenre; mainly centering on a substandard Casio keyboard, an 8-bit
drum machine, and a harsh set of pipes, Mark Cone has
created a melodic, energetic, riveting score of punk with discernible
post-like tinges in this 10-track LP. As a successor to his original 7” EP (Nicey Music), this record is a true mindmelter.
Reverse board jackets, black vinyl, Newsprint Poster (Oddities Prints), two-sided risographed insert (Oddities Prints)
Side A: Outta NY, Hoity Toity Boy, Scum Like Them, Sunk Heaven, If The Cone Fits
Side B: Chin Music, Head Is Dirty, Walking The Beat, Village Idiot, Guerra Nueva
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