COWTOWN

WEB : http://www.chinchillaweb.co.uk/cowtown
WEB : http://www.myspace.com/cowtownsuperstars

MP3 : Pine Cone Express at Last FM!
MP3 : Cowtown - Kitty Runs Away From Garlic (from the 'Real Civilised' compilation)

YOUTUBE : Cowtown - with Indica Ritual and Safetyword live in Liverpool
YOUTUBE : Cowtown - Zurich, Switzerland
YOUTUBE : Cowtown - Jumping Rabbit, Brudenell Social Club
YOUTUBE : Cowtown - Ghostwave (Surf Time II) (Susumi, Derby, 7/8/07)
YOUTUBE : Cowtown - Kitty Runs Away From Garlic (Susumi, Derby, 7/8/07)
YOUTUBE : Cowtown - Slice of Ketchup (Susumi, Derby, 7/8/07)
YOUTUBE : Cowtown - Power Ballad (Susumi, Derby, 7/8/07)
YOUTUBE : Cowtown - I'm In Your House Part II (Susumi, Derby, 7/8/07)
YOUTUBE : Cowtown - Dog Hat (Susumi, Derby, 7/8/07)
YOUTUBE : Cowtown - Part Man, Part Machine (Susumi, Derby, 7/8/07)

RELEASE : COWTOWN/CORINTHIANS split 7" (BLOODLOSS, 2005)
RELEASE : SLICE OF KETCHUP 7" (GOLDEN LAB, 2005)
RELEASE : PINE-CONE EXPRESS

INTERVIEW : CONTACT MUSIC (October 2007)

HIGH RESOLUTION PRESS PHOTO: COWTOWN FRUITY HEADS JPG


The new COWTOWN album is it out now! 12 tracks of total party fun, mostly instrumental stuff, with a taster of the COWTOWN to come, with Steevsie vocalising a song. CHINCHILLA have released the CD, with GOLDEN LAB releasing the vinyl version of the album in 2008, and ON THE BONE who are doing mp3 downloads (LAST FM, I-tunes, Digital 7, E-music, etc).

Artwork from DAVE BAILEY: secret dogs with cocks, ostriches with ying yang eyes - y'know, s'nice.

A track from PINE CONE EXPRESS, I'm In Your House (Part Two), was played on HUW STEPHENS' BBC RADIO ONE show on 21st November, because ON THE BONE who have released the mp3 downloads of the ablum were chosen as his DIY Label Of The Week. It'll be online and listenable too for 7 days after broadcast. Huw also played the new single by our pals THAT FUCKING TANK on the same show.

-----REVIEWS-----

"26 minutes of the most energetic sonic splurge squeezed into 12 songs, fantastic! Continuing the theme of ridiculous band / album / song titles Leeds based COWTOWN will not only make you smile but they will riotously pace around your bedroom at the same time. Combining down tuned chords with acres of gargantuan razor sharp electronics their contagious spaz rock grips tight like a vice. Perfectly at home with extroverted spiky instrumentals as they are with outrageous punk vocals and Casio keyboards this four piece’s debut record is one to add to your buy-me-next-fucking-week list. On Part Man, Part Machine, All Cop - who could say no to a Robocop revival? - high end guitars strangle a vocoder and child’s keyboard like it’s as regular an occurrence as a traditional Sunday roast, and even though it doesn’t even breach the 2 minute barrier you come out the other end feeling well fed. Kitty Runs Away From Garlic has all the bravado and stomp of Mick Jagger in his youth, but without the arrogance and plus a dirty great bundle of grit and Power Ballad does exactly what you’d expect, but well. Eighties synths are applied to anthemic riffery, but not with the expected cheese ball outcome; somehow Cowtown manage to make this as tasty and poisonous as the rest of the album. Pine Cone Express reminds me of the first Liars album, They Threw Us All in a Trench and Stuck a Monument On Top - dance-punk at it’s non-stop best. A real breath of fresh air being pumped into the festering pit of rock, so inhale and hold it in; this doesn‘t happen all too often. There’s real promise within this 26 minutes and a few seconds, and apparently there is already another album on the tip of their tongue - personally I can’t fucking wait." (SUBBA CULTCHA)

"Deliciously catastrophic and shambolic, listening to 'Pine-cone Express' is like walking through a TV theme tune with Urusei Yatsura jamming along and Mark E Smith hurling abuse from the sidelines. If there was a competition for The Band Who Sounds Like They're Having The Most Fun Without Uttering A Word, COWTOWN would reign supreme. Or more, likely, they'd come second and still be laughing. Song-titles range from the 'hilarious' 'Curtis Tigers' (it's not really funny but it thinks it is and it is, really.) to the dubious 'Mr Pear Sandwich Man'. Regrettably the lyrics are all but incomprehensible. If we could only make them out, we could well be one step closer to enlightenment. I guess that can wait. One minute we are blasted with a lo-fi soundalike of (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction, the next, the earlobes take a battering with skronky keyboards. The real secret, though, is that underneath the matching knitwear and fuck-fi recording techniques, these skronky keyboards contain the catchiest, danceable-est 30-second anthems this side of Kraftwerk and that side of the Crazy Frog." (Hayley Avron, CONTACT MUSIC)

"COWTOWN are the soundtrack to your downfall, a haunting descent into a psychotic trench with four cretins rubbing salt on your wounds and breaking your already depleted spirits. Slowly though, this plight gains a comfort, cider to numb the pain of the weeping sores and gallons of soft drink down your gullet to place you in a state of sugar-soaked derangement. As this idle bliss takes hold Pine Cone Express gains a compulsive quality as its frenetically spiralling waves of no-wave lap at your decaying mind. The most obvious points of comparison for the Leeds-based quartet’s debut record come from COWTOWN’s similarly ludicrous peers; ‘I’m In Your House Part 1’ opens events with Munch Munch’s toddler-baiting stomp, the curtailing sub-Deerhoof sprawl of Buttonhead as ‘Kitty Runs Away From Garlic’ runs rampant and the incessant diseased surf-punk of Agaskodo Teliverek on ‘Crab Pamphlet’. All unnecessary spiel - describing COWTOWN accurately is about as feasible as herding cats. Though ‘Slice Of Ketchup’ harps with Devo’s new-wave riot, occasionally it’s all taken a little too far as ‘Power Ballad’ pushes COWTOWN to sweep their hair back and make like Simon Le Bon. Half the point, but half a headache; never far from sounding like inept musak as ‘Mr Pear Sandwich Man’ runs round in circles as it tries to find a wall to claw itself out the pit its dug. Released on three different formats on three different labels, COWTOWN will confuse. ‘I’m In Your House Part 2’ flouts itself again, a contentedly numb-skulled close. You wouldn’t want them in your house: they’d leave their slow-jawed crisp mastication with crumbs in every corner, crayons on the floor and urinate on your sofa as they slept. But from the comfortable distance of the stereo, away from their spreading of germs, they’re a distant delight. Succinct: a relentlessly refreshing sugar-soaked high. 7/10" (Samuel Strang, DROWNED IN SOUND)

"What a debut! Super-fun synth-driven mayhem bringing to mind a more shouty Plastics or a crazier Hot Chip. This is excellent and catchy stuff. Recommended!" (JUMBO RECORDS - you can also buy Pine Cone Express from the online shop)

"The use of 80s Casio keyboards invariably guarantees a certain degree of ‘kookiness’ but it’s pleasing that Leeds three-piece COWTOWN are considerably more than twee existentialists. You’ve heard countless derivative bands denying that they fit, quite deservedly into the “shit Oasis type band” or the “wank nu-metal” or even possibly the “crap post-rock by numbers” category but COWTOWN are genuinely on a plain of their own. Of course this is all academic if it sounds like a tool shed during an earthquake but COWTOWN are enviously cohesive. Sometimes grungy, frequently noodley, and sometimes, as you’d imagine slightly kooky but always loud as hell they’re a compelling blend. At present it seems that ‘LS6’ (that’s a postcode) is producing one of the most important independent music scenes; somewhere where new freethinking possibilities are embraced rather than feared. COWTOWN are one such fine example of this." (MUSIC DASH)