We've been high on fresh-faced local garage-punk upstart Soviet since, well, pretty much the second we first heard of them. And our appreciation of the band's aggressively slackerish approach has only increased in the weeks since, bolstered by the band's fiery, and sometimes confrontational, live displays since upgrading to a four-piece.
They really are a sight to be seen live. Maybe you saw what Kelly Dearmore had to say about the young performers after their 35 Conferette showcase? No? Well, here's what he said:
Dallas art-pop/punk act Soviet began playing promptly at 10 p.m. In this case, the term "playing" really means "putting on the single craziest, most dangerous, sweatiest, funniest, most antagonistic and most insanely wild-ass show of the entire weekend." There were about 40 people on hand to witness the catchy, garage-y, hell-raising of pudgy, pseudo-Jim Morrison-channeling John Spies and the rest of the band, including Sam Dobbins, their brand new drummer who was playing his third ever show with the group. But, without question, this set will be discussed at length for some time: A year from now, 500 different people will be telling their friends they were there at J&J's the night that Soviet made the 35 Conferette their woman.It's as if the newly-minted quartet took the Conferette out for dinner, drove it home and made dirty love to it afterward and never called it back. That's how it went down.And that's pretty much exactly how it went down.
Missing, though, from Dearmore's account was the fact that the band was also shilling copies of their kinda-debut full-length, a homemade batch of 16 tracks bedroom recordings from Spies and Co. called DOOM.
"We're selling these for two dollars," Spies told the crowd. "So, if you like three of the songs, it's a better deal than iTunes."
Now, though, you can get it for however much you want to spend on it. The band has posted the album as a name-your-price download on their Bandcamp site. Need more reason to go grab it? Hit the jump and check out our favorite of the 16 songs, "Wimbledon," which Spies promises isn't about tennis. Or Tennis, for that matter.