Windian Records is excited to announce that the label has its arm jammed deep into the vaults this Summer and is reissuing a series of seminal 7″ singles on the DC label’s own imprint—and they’re kicking the reissues off with The Penetrators’ Gotta Have Her b/w Baby, Dontcha Tell Me.
The Penetrators | Baby, Dontcha Tell Me
This Penetrators single is the one that started it all—the single that launched Fred Records. Released in 1976, the A-side “Gotta Have Her” is a sleek groover, kidnapped from the Rolling Stones and beaten savagely by Nuggets-era bashers. The B-side’s “Baby, Dontcha Tell Me” posseses all the cocksure swagger sound of early rock and roll that The Penetrators nailed.
Windian is giving away one of just ten test pressings of the 7″ to TVD readers and fans of infallible rock and roll—and all you have to do is leave a comment by Friday, 7/1. Let us know why the single should find a home on your shelves and the most convincing of the lot will find this gem in his or her mailbox. And we’re mailing this one everywhere—so don’t be afraid to pipe up, international fans!
Also, in case this wasn’t on your sassy little DC-centric radar, there’s a Windian Records Showcase, Thursday 6/30 at the Velvet Lounge. $8 / 9PM START
PINCHE GRINGO (Chapel Hill, NC) is back and armed with 1 kick, 1 snare, 1 guitar, 1 mic, and a new EP released on his own label Shipwrecked Records. One man, garage blues with a punk element just dangerous enough to get you movin and shakin. Pinche Gringo will have a featured track on WINDIAN’s upcoming sampler.
BEACH BLOODS (Washington, DC) return! Premium rhythm garage surf with a power punk backbone. Think Dick Dale meets The Kids meet The Ventures meets The Scientists. Featuring COBRUHHH [The Points, Windian] Collin Barth [Cloak/Dagger], Rusty [Sons of Guns] Aand Josh Johnson [Pinche Gringo]. (Windian 7″ coming Fall, 2011.)
Super-scientist Adam Thorn, (Greensboro, NC) crafts a time machine after receiving an urgent warning from secret agent Ray Davies. Upon travelling back to 1972, Adam studies at Marc Bolan’s dojo and becomes a master of rock-fu. He returns to The Velvet Lounge dressed in magic soul robes woven by Bo Diddley to gift the people of DC with his one-man rock and roll machine in hopes to save the present from the dystopic future robot squads.
