Two more tracks of smartypants punk from Uranium Club, this time a “re-tooled” iteration of their contribution to the Sub Pop singles club. Since I’m not a card-carrying member of said club (you can lose your shirt on those things, kid) I can’t tell you how it stacks up, but I can tell you that this thing is pretty neat. The a-side is a thin, scuttly number with yattering vocals and filament-thin guitar lines which kinda reminds me of Meat Puppets, Swell Maps and a spikier, punkier Feelies. It ends nicely and well with a bout of unexpected sax, which I definitely appreciate. The flip is an instrumental that I initially figured for being fairly throwaway, but the more I’ve listened the more I’ve come to enjoy it. Musically, the component parts are comparable, but they’ve started to unwind and fragment. Strings twang, scrape and wobble, connected by only the faintest dotted lines and reminding me in a way of that Reciprocate LP that Gringo put out a while back. Light-touch organ work bobs its way around fidgety rhythmic shuffles, while spirited saxophone parts tootle in and out of focus – all elements that seem sketch-like in isolation, but combine to form something strangely complete when you scrunch closed your eyes and concentrate.
