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Buy both the 7" and a CD backup copy
MusicStack has partnered with a vinyl to CD conversion service who will convert the 7" to recordable CD for you. It will sound great with no annoying clicks, pops or background noise.
How does this service work?
The seller will ship the 7" to the digital conversion center in Arizona, USA where it will be format shifted onto a recordable CD directly from the 7" only for your ears. The 7" and the recordable CD will then be mailed to you. The digital conversion center will not retain any copies of the item.
What does it cost?
Price of the 7" + $20 USD for the conversion to recordable CD + cost of shipping of the 7" to Arizona + cost of shipping of the 7" from Arizona to your location paid in advance.
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| Format: | | 7" Want this on CD also?
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| Condition: | | NEW More Info |
| Label: | | SLOVENLY 00521695 |
| Released: | | 20181207 |
| Genre: | | GARAGE |
| Quantity: | | 22 in stock |
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Put three guys and their instruments together in a room and theres no guarantee itll work. The unspoken, telepathic language of pure ROCK is either there or it aint. Its not something to be taken for granted, something that just grows, like black mold, on rehearsal space walls. But when its there, you know its there. It just roars forth and completely destroys the room. And that only happens when you hit upon the exact, right combination of veteran players. Dudes whove been around the block and know how to bash some heads. The YOUNG SKULLS are comprised of three such storied head bashers: vocalist and guitarist Peter Aaron (the Chrome Cranks, Avondale Airforce), drummer Chris Turco (Trans Am, Scene Creamers), and organist Matty Dread (El Front, County Hell). The trio came together in 2015 in the dimly lit basement of a grimy machine shop next to the railroad tracks in an isolated industrial sector of Kingston, New York, about two hours north of Manhattan. And thats pretty much what they sound like. Scraping sheet-metal guitar. Howling alley-cat vocals. Bashing, hydraulic-press drums. And wheezing organ that echoes the squealing iron wheels of the crude oil carriers thundering by hourly just outside their bleak practice chamber. They sound like all of that cool stuff, with songs. Catchy songs. Now the first two of those songs to be fired upon the world-coproduced by engineer Kevin McMahon (Swans, Titus Andronicus, Chrome Cranks)-come to you via the groups debut single on Slovenly Records. Side A, the thrashing, unstoppably locomotive "Bomb Train Blues," alludes to the deadly rolling stock of the bands rehearsal room surroundings. The flip side, "Were Gone," hits like a new wave nightmare rammed through the garage-punk gravel grinder: the sound of the Monks, the Kinks, Devo, and early Elvis Costello getting crushed into a rusty, chunky, and highly toxic powder.
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