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Thanks to Chris for getting this into my hands….

“For the majority of newbie Flying Nun collectors, The Max Block’s eponymous (and only) 12-inch release is more myth than fact. Few seemed to have been pressed, and even fewer were available in the brief window of time (mid-’80s) when it was “around.” Unknown until very recently was that a second EP had been recorded and slated for release by Flying Nun but never realized. Air Ache in the Belly of the Leech is a compendium of both, and thus the complete recorded works of The Max Block. You’re welcome.

Some background: The Max Block is where Maryrose (née Wilkinson) and Brian Crook—now the power couple behind The Renderers—joined forces for the first time. Maryrose was coming out of Above Ground, and Brian out of Scorched Earth Policy. With the enlisted talents of Rebecca Shanahan and Robbie Stowell, The Max Block pushed different boundaries than other active Christchurch bands at the time; they came out slinging a brain-splattering goo of art-spaced, Pere-Ubu-seared cerebellum, and frenetic, Mars-fried medula oblongata. Such tantalizing aromas! Pardon me, garçon, but make mine deux.

Bottom line, Siltbreeze is proud to make available this remarkable and awesome collection, much of it seeing the light of day for the first time ever. Edition of 500.”

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A female French group who brought back the 1960s spirit of ye-ye to the 1980s, and even had one of their records released on Posh Boy (!) in the US, thanks to undying love shown the band by Rodney Bigenheimer (what a surprise!). I’m just now getting acquainted w/ the band. Maybe you can let me know if I should continue my research.

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Absolutely killer song in a roaring, clattering, blink-you-missed key from San Francisco’s PAMELA, featuring ex-folks from The Splinters and Wax Idols. They’ve only got one 45 out, plus a cheapo $3 purchase for their entire digitized recorded works over here. Do it!

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I remember ordering the three RATS LPs from Otis, the Rhino Records rare record god of the 1980s, simply because he’d likened them in a printed catalog circa 1988 to the Lazy Cowgirls. If there was a Cowgirl linkage anywhere that year, I was all over it. Dead Moon hadn’t yet begun (had they?), and frankly, I didn’t actually like my Rats albums all that much when I got ‘em.

Now I’m all growed up, and I think this track (“Panic on 39th”) from their 1976 debut LP is a total screamer. Yes, it’s Fred & Toody Cole of Portland, Oregon, longtime denizens of the down & dirty garage punk rock arts.