Nixon Now - Altamont Nation Express
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Goddamn it, I love Nixon Now, and not
just for their dirt luck, although that's got it's own ragged charm. See,
their old label Loudsprecher went tits up before "ANE" could hit
the streets, and it's been languishing in the shadows for months now like
some brooding, dangerous beast, conserving it's energy and stockpiling
it's venom, waiting for the chance to strike. And when it does, it's gonna
hit like a red, white, and blue glitter bomb of lysergic riot rock,
leaving ample destruction in it's wake. Hamburg's shame Nixon Now are like
a speed king iron biker Spacemen 3, drug fueled droners that amp up their
heavy lidded groove with enough murder city pyrotechnics that you can't
help but to see stars and fall down dizzy when the Express comes
thundering your way. A big part of Nixon Now's pending global domination
scheme is their snake hips tambourine n' cowbell shake appeal, and it's in
full effect on ANE, rivaling even the Thee Hypnotics for that low down
Detroit rubber-legs action, and this entire album is a heaving, dripping
mess of sexy slither and flying fuzz grenades that doesn't let up until
the last mind's been thoroughly blown. I've heard of crazier things than
Nixon Now wandering around unsigned, but not many. Somebody with a buck or
two oughta do the world a favor. In the meantime, get in touch with these
cats and offer them something good for a burn of this record. I think they
prefer drugs and money, but I'm sure sex works too, if you're in the area.