Psychedelic Horseshit

Psychedelic Horseshit

Shitgaze Anthems

Woodsist

***“After about a two year absence, PSYCHEDELIC HORSESHIT is back with an EP of alleged B-sides from an upcoming full length. And what has happened since we last peeked in on these "shitgaze" innovators? Well, in parts all over the world that famous "distorto-lo-fi-sound" has been popping up in quite open spaces. No Age has become the new Brittany Spears, Wavves crashed in outta nowhere like a mid-nineties major label grunge signing, and cute and sweet Vivian Girls are playing on the speakers in Target stores nationwide. What does this have to do with the new Psychedelic Horseshit EP? Well, nothing really, except that if you expect to hear that tired and true lo-fi sound, that is now so en vogue, you might be a little disappointed cause these boys have cleaned up a little bit, and from the sound of things this might only be the beginning. And even though you wanna hate 'em, you gotta admit, they kinda are fun. MATT is a dick, of course, and RICH is hilariously clueless mostly, and by all means most of the stuff on this Shitgaze Anthems EP shouldn’t work, whether it be the white-boy dub section, the cliche acoustic ballad with backwards guitar, the blatant Dylan rips, or the overall amateur playing, but for some reason these elements that usually reek of pretention and failure actually endear you to the band and their songs.”—Woodsist

Psychedelic Horseshit

Magic Flowers Droned

Siltbreeze

Let’s spin the history dial back and wonder what if Hitler had inherited six million dollars instead of being responsible for the deaths of six million Jews? Think about it—no Anne Frank, Joseph Mengle, or Auschwitz; marzipan sales would be way up, cocaine legal, and vegetarians would have had an early advocate and mentor; the German Sheperd would be the national bird; watercoloring might even be a serious medium—the mind boggles. And as an ardent fan of classical music (not to mention the six mil burnin’ a hole in his pocket, Mein Gott!) you can bet Adolph would have been on board with Psychedelic Horseshit. The sounds on Magic Flowers Droned captures the rickety skeletal pop of Step Forward-era Fall, the lo-fi fuzz of Swell Maps, and static noblesse of Slay Tracks-era Pavement. Is that classical enough for ya? For sure, this full-length debut is no Parsifal, but to these guys, sometimes a spear is just a spear and The Holy Grail is a movie made by Monty Python. As for Wagner, four outta five housepainters will tell you theirs is a name you can trust. Now where’d I put that joint?  Considered by the Columbus cognoscenti as the “little brother band” (Stooges-style) to Times New Viking (MC5-style), Psychedelic Horseshit first came about as three buds determined to crash a hippie fest and jam retardo. When asked for their name, singer/guitarist Matt Whitehurst replied, “Just call us Psychedelic Horseshit.” The band killed, the name stuck, and thus the die...