THE VINYL STITCHES
Howlin’ Garage Blues-Rock’n'Roll
THE VINYL STITCHES hail from a subterranean swamp deep in the heart of London. Raised, informed and drawn together by a shared love of trash culture, b-movies, vintage pedals, and 60’s garage beat. They play scuffed up and lo-fi bone rattlers, raw n’ razor sharp and cut with some of the wildest and most decadently damaged three chord spiked blues riffola you’ll hear this side of a time travelling romp back to a 60’s down-town garage beat club night.
LOUD AND QUIET MAGAZINE
THE VINYL STITCHES E.P. SINGLE DP662
A “Beautiful Mistake / Panther Sex”
AA “I Said Alright / Runaway Baby”
RELEASED NOVEMBER 2009
Recorded at Scar Studios, Camden, London via THE PSYCHEDELIC CONCENTRATION CAMP
Produced/engineered INNES CROOK
Listen here for Track 4 of The Vinyl Stitches E.P. Runaway Baby
THE VINYL STITCHES Myspace Page- www.myspace.com/thevinylstitches
REVIEWS
“The Vinyl Stitches, coming over like a teenage “Back From The Grave’’ band playing songs by The Stooges!”
P.J. Dirty Water“Forget about it honey, you’re telling me lies,” crowes Vinyl Stitches singer Claude, instantly making Jack White look like a garage band fraudster. Vocally, White has always over-egged the yankee blues pudding, sounding more like Zed from Police Academy than a man who really grew up listening to rare 7”s, but Claude – while as American as a scone dripped in earl grey around Queeny’s – appears to yelp like a lost Sonic. Drummer Sam Bam, then, is the Stitches’ own Meg, clattering around a precise area of her kit in primal fashion. And it sure does suit the Who-esque ‘Beautiful Mistake’, which jives about terrorising anyone not in a mini skirt or collar-less suit. But wait! It’s not the 60’s, and the kids are no longer alright. In 2009, miniskirts are for frigid, frumpy nuns; suits for estate agents and few others. True enough, but shame on us! In four tracks The Vinyl Stitches’ self-titled debut EP (packaged how they intend to be heard – on limited vinyl with a gaping jukebox spindle through the middle) proves that most new music is a load of ‘ol bobbins, and that those drawing inspiration from great garage bands are fudging the end result. You wouldn’t call your band The Vinyl Stitches unless you intended to shame a few peers now though, would you? 8/10“
LOUD AND QUIET MAGAZINE
