7inch Sunday: Cold Warps – Slimer

7inch Sunday is a segment devoted entirely to 7” vinyl and the all-encompassing experience surrounding it. Although most publications cover major releases, the vinyl single is often overlooked and given nothing more than a half-hearted nod of acknowledgement. This weekly feature is a hub for 7” reviews, exploring the B-sides and rarities of artists that may often go unnoticed.

Each Sunday I will review 7” vinyl from artists who venture this extra mile to hold their singles high above the sea of digital releases. I hope to embody the spirit of vinyl while sharing some fantastic music with you, the reader. Let’s get started.

Before Cold Warps’ lime green vinyl even neared my turntable, I was already sold. Maybe it’s just because I live in Nashville, a city deeply-rooted in screenprinting, and am a sucker for creative packaging, but the album art for this record is downright spectacular. Appealing to a fascination previously reserved for 90s Nickelodeon, the cover blends a grainy close-up with what appears to be the last moments of one’s life after an internal slime implosion. Don’t worry about mental images, here’s a full picture of it (see right).

Fortunately, their music lived up to my high expectations paved by stellar design. Behind the tri-fold sleeve and slime-themed vinyl are two tracks that boast originality and innovation, but still manage to embody a band having fun. Untampered, uninhibited fun. And to be honest, folks, the latter is a rarer find in up-and-comers than you may think. With the music industry turning it’s dismal back on small acts, it’s a special treat to find some so unscathed from the contrived negativity constantly thrown their ways. After multiple spins of the record, however, my conclusion is this: Cold Warps are having fun making music, and they want you to have fun hearing it.

“Slimer,” the A-side of the record, is a perfect example of the group’s lackadaisical appeal. Sure, vocal harmonies may be out tune and guitars fuzzed more than a Mogwai, but these aren’t deal breakers for Cold Warps. These imperfections intertwine with the songs themselves and create a vibe unique to both the band and their genre.

“Dream Creepin’” blends the better side of surfer punk with a catchiness reminiscent of the early 2000s garage rock movement. Its lo-fi redundancies allude to that of early Von Bondies and White Stripes, but without taking themselves as seriously (not to mention lacking the badass bar fights).

With both songs barely breaching the two-minute mark, Cold Warps’ most recent release may only last thirty Mars Volta seconds (it’s a new measurement, look it up), but what it represents lasts far longer. Seriously good songs can be presented without arrogant solemnity, and this vinyl is Exhibit A… and B.

Check back next week for a look at Saadi’s Clothesline.


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