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THE MYTH OF MAN LP

by The Wiggins

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mirror 02:34
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golden age 03:34
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widescreen 02:34
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Fly Right 02:53
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under 02:52
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cat 03:22
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TV summer (free) 02:50
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puddle 02:28
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how 02:24
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tame 02:56
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turnaround 02:14
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video for GOLDEN AGE by Ella Egg films!
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New video for TV Summer, by Jon read:
youtu.be/n1UTomok_Bg
Some VERY nice words about THE WIGGINS-MYTH OF MAN from PERMANENT RECORDS-CHICAGO:
This Wiggins' LP is one strange trip, but one that we're gonna take over and over again. A beautiful train wreck of the Cramps and Suicide all covered in analog hiss and bubbling with pyschedelic melodies, "Myth Of Man" is quite a left field outsider pop spin. A little bit of the same no-fi warehouse jams as Psychedelic Horseshit or Eat Skull, a bit of one man band madness of Quintron or Trin Tran and a whole lotta of love for shoegaze, garage, proto punk and 8 bit circuit bent electronica swirled into one blown out mess. If the Bassholes cranked up the fuzz, tripped balls and substituted a schizoid drum machine for their real drummer, you'd get the Wiggans. Excellent fucked up pop from Houston Texas. What more could you want? AWESOME AND VERY RECOMMENDED!!!!
www.permanentrecordschicago.com/news.php

The Wiggins, The Myth of Man, TEAM SCIENCE RECORDS

Believe it or not, the songs on The Wiggins’ latest full-length, The Myth of Man, are pop songs. Trust me on this; once you scrape away the noise and grime and work your way past one-man-band Jon Read’s snarling/sneering vocals (which I like, don’t get me wrong), what you’re left with is a set of classic, classic pop songs.
Okay, so they’re not all exactly hummable, but some of Read’s compositions here are damn catchy, particularly lead single “Golden Age” — it’s noisy, sure, but alluringly sing-song-y, too, with a subversive melody lurking beneath the dirt, layered down there almost subliminally so only the back half of your brain really notices the first time through.
There’s also a very strange resemblance to Underworld’s “Born Slippy” in the vocals, but that’s kind of beside the point; for most of the song (and album), Read comes off rather like The Dutchess and The Duke’s Jesse Lortz if he got hammered and covered Jim Carroll’s “People Who Died,” or maybe like ex-Fatal Flying Guilloteens/current Weird Party vocalist Shawn Adolph in a less-volatile state. In case you’re unsure, by the by, those are recommendations, at least from where I sit.
Throughout The Myth of Man, Read seems to stagger and lurch, but he never loses his grip on the song, instead using the layers of distortion and garbage-can drums as a smokescreen behind which he can just stand and blaze through song after song of Spector-esque tunes, like the snapping, bumping “Under,” or the slow-moving, surfy/gritty (yet still friendly) “Widescreen.” Imagine The Wiggins as the Bizarro-Universe, dirty, messy version of The Raveonettes or Glasvegas, and you’ll get somewhere close.
At times there’re heavy hints of the Velvet Underground, too, as on “Fly Right,” with its folky, woozy jangle, or the sleepy, drugged-out “Cat,” which is practically the soundtrack for trudging alone down a darkened, muddy alleyway near a nameless factory somewhere. More apparent than that, though, is Read’s love of old-school rock, as on bouncy, almost cheery track “Puddle,” with its hypnotic chorus, or “TV Summer,” which incorporates some seriously Chuck Berry-sounding guitars and ends up sounding like fellow Houston-based noisemakers Indian Jewelry playing The Sonics.
Then there’s the grimy, overfuzzed “Turnaround,” where Read channels Dion’s “The Wanderer” — after first setting it on fire, admittedly — and the noisy but vaguely countryish waltz(!) of “Tame,” both of which sneakily incorporate influences you wouldn’t guess existed at first listen. And hey, it works; Read’s subversive tactic of coating it all in a heavy layer of raw, scratched-up noise allows him to take those influences and make them all his own.
For his final move, then, Read stagger-stomps into “The Last Thing I Need,” a pained, bitter anti-love song that’s boozy and belligerent and full of regrets all at once. It’s a great, great microcosm of a song, encapsulating the hurt of romance gone bad and the desperate need to have somebody take you by the hand and show you how the hell to get past it.
And with that, Read/The Wiggins topple off the barstool and stumble out into the night, heading on out into the darkness because they’ve got nowhere else to go.
[The Wiggins are playing 12/1/12 at 1PM at Cactus Music.]
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Review by Jeremy Hart. Review posted Friday, November 30th, 2012.

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released September 28, 2012

all made up and sung/played by JON READ

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The Wiggins Houston, Texas

Jon Read is an artist and a musician. With his band, the Wiggins, he makes the kind of music that they’ll play on oldies stations fifty years from now after the plug gets pulled, the blood gets spilled, the power returns, and people get back to partying like they party right now. The Wiggins’ music is a loud, hissing mix of idiosyncratic garage and punk, and Blues..

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