Cheap Tissue is a Garage/Punk band from Los Angeles. Brandishing snarling, fuzzy guitars and three “singers” up front, Cheap Tissue’s musicianship consists of quintessential garage melodies, classic punk progressions, and fuzzy, dueling guitar work beneath their snarling vocals often sung simultaneously during their fast paced, non-stop live set. Cheap Tissue draws from sounds reminiscent of the late 70s punk scene, an inspiration that guides their gritty—yet sophisticated—sound and audience. Cheap Tissue’s coarse, hell bent racket can be loosely traced back to an unhinged fervor of rock ’n’ roll’s nostalgic roots bringing raucous late night sounds to audiences across Los Angeles.
Cheap Tissue has played alongside infuential acts such as The Vibrators, The Zeros and played a recent west coast stint with Slaughter and the Dogs. The band consists of Andrew Taylor (Guitar/Vox), Jesse Youngblood (Guitar/Vox), John Tyree (Bass/Vox) and its one-eyed drummer Matthew Spizer.
The band recently signed a recording contract with Lolipop! Records. Cheap Tissue’s debut LP will be released March 2nd during a four-month PR and show campaign that is scheduled to begin November 13th.
There are hobbies, and then there are lifestyles. The former tends to come with the non-committal ambiguity of something to merely pass the time, to fool the world that something is giving you an identity - while the latter takes the urgency of emergency, of pre-destined presence that is already encoded in one’s own DNA.
For Warren Thomas - undisputed harbinger of debauched Zen and man behind Southern California’s elegantly-wasted country act The Abigails - it would be an emergency if it didn’t come so damn easy; as there are certain people that just can’t be anything else besides legends in real-time. “It just kinda comes naturally to me,” he told L.A. Record. “You know what they say: ‘Country music is just the white man’s blues,’ and Satan’s always lurkin’ in the shadows and I’ve been around the block a few times now. So I’d say it all kinda makes sense.”
After cutting his jagged-teeth for ten years leading the Doors-esque GRAND ELEGANCE and a brief stint on percussion with kindred spirits THE GROWLERS, Warren picked up a guitar in summer of 2011 and learned all five-chords for the first time – and wasted no time to record a full album perfectly crafted, mean-spirited yet somehow vulnerable classics that surprised everyone except his inner circle who knew this day was inevitable. “Songs Of Love And Despair” was co-released by Burger and Mono Records in 2012 and sold out quickly – proving that the Abigails brand of LEE HAZLEWOOD/GUN CLUB/COUNTRY TEASERS-inspired cruelty was filling a void that was screaming to be sewed up.
By the time the tireless gigging in support of the debut was in full swing, Warren already had his next round of tarnished golden-bullets in the chamber. “Tundra” is almost savant in its creaky perfection – an album slightly heavier on the ballad side that makes it easier to soak up all the bottlenecking wisdom throughout. Never has impending doom felt so comforting – Warren was gifted the distinction of effortless, story-telling baritone (once thought only reserved for icons like LEONARD COHEN and NICK CAVE) that oozes out speakers and consumes a room as he spins tales of his misadventures with minor glimmers of accidental redemption on songs like “29” and “The Calm Before The Storm”, while “The One That Let Me Go” ventures into ROGER MILLER territory where its hinge on zaniness swings in defiance. The Abigails take on Leon Payne’s “It’s Nothing To Me” and make it their own as it begins with a chilling, non-fiction answering machine message from Warren calling his engineer from a jail in Boise before crashing into a haunting twang-tangled fuck-all, confirming all of Warren’s confident threats that this may be his masterpiece. Until the next one…
Dirty & His Fists
American punk band from Los Angeles, California.