Jump b​/​w STBD

by kappa chow



JUMP. In Kappa Chow’s use of the verb, they are not referring to a mere physical act. What we have here goes deeper than that - it is a movement that links the mind, body, and soul; an utter leap into the void. This meaningful expression of ‘Jump’ has liberated the word from its previous articulation in the annals of rock n’ roll culture, which was more so referring to hopping around aimlessly in assless leather chaps. To be sure, Van Halen had nothing better to do; with pockets stuffed with cash and heads stuffed with air, poverty of the spirit is all too predictable. Kappa Chow’s pockets on the other hand are stuffed with lint. Maybe a guitar pick and lighter at best, and if there is a pick in there, chances are it’s fashioned from a bread tab. The point being, they ate that bread and are now hungry for more. You may be at ease dear listener, knowing that in acquiring this record you just might be helping the Kappa to cop some Chow, and that by applying needle to these grooves you have become a part of the profound movement. If you think you have SOMETHING BETTER TO DO, you’re wrong. - xo Zakary Slax



released February 15, 2015

Joe C: guitar, vox, synth
Halcyon A: tambo, vox
Scotty B: bass
Chris M: sax
Ilse K: drums, vox

recorded by James "jamderson" Anderson January 2nd, 2014
tintype photo by Karen Stentaford

kiss the void records 002

200 hand-stamped, numbered 7" records

"Wow! This one’s a gem. The closest thing I can compare New Brunswick’s Kappa Chow to is Black Angels, if they were less pretentious, had a sense of humor, and liked having a good time. The first track, “Jump,” has a woman lifting lyrics from David Lee Roth. Yeah, you know the ones: “go ahead and jump.” “You’re always telling me what to do / thinking I would do anything for you / I’ll tell you that just ain’t true,” she says, demanding that this figurative David Lee Roth “(take) a few steps back.” These words are sung, not shouted—and sung beautifully—setting a firm boundary with an unquestionable confidence over a melodic, psychedelic groove with clanging yet shimmering guitar riffs and a lilting, high-toned sax that I’m still not convinced isn’t a flute. The flipside has male vocals in the forefront with the rest of the band backing him up. It’s not a deep song—a lamentation over being stood up for Chinese food at seven—but it rocks in the same vein as Side A. The songs work well together to create an atmosphere and a vibe, but are distinct and memorable on their own. Still into the psych-garage revival? Fucking sick to death of the psych-garage revival? Doesn’t matter. Everybody wins with this. Some of these kids are doing their own thing." –Razorcake


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