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Mordecai

Mordecai

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Mordecai is a band made of vintage parts hammered together in a dilapidated garage by youthful mad scientists. It's a familiar sound if you know the Stooges, or if you know Poison 13's Tim Kerr and his numerous Texas garage rock reincarnations: grungy, almost falling apart, full of cool sneering vocals. Don't mistake Mordecai for indie hipster. This is real underground. It's how you feel when you thought life was all about the Stones and then you heard the Cramps—that kind of shiver up the spine. The Butte band's new album from local Killer Tree Records boasts nine songs with simple names like "Light," "Iodine," and "Horse" plus the occasional two-letter title, as in "Blow Happy." It's the kind of thing you can do the twist to, but more sinsister. Brothers Holt and Elijah Bodish don't hold back from messiness. Especially on "Seatbelt," where the screech of fingers across frets and cacaphonous solos make it a hungry, honest collection best heard on vinyl since it was recorded in an 80-year-old YMCA in Butte. The nooks and crannies of those deep acoustics require a superior medium to CDs and computers. Be forewarned: Apparently there are only 300 copies in print, so don't wait forever.

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