Old school readers might remember my random friend feature on Meth Dad, a chaotically creative musician that I've had the pleasure of partying with during my days in Tennessee.
Well buckle up your britches because I have the next installment locked, loaded and ready to spray all over your heaving bosom: Party Trash.
Cut from the same magical cloth that is Blastoids, Party Trash is the side project of another 33% of the group. Another fervently creative individual, Mr. Trash truly is a glowing core of exploration.
In the same witch-house-y vein as some other acts, Party Trash will drag you into seemingly endless areas of musical and artistic depths.
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In addition to his solo efforts, he also has serious knack knuckles for chopping and screwing the hell out of top 40 songs, turning each one into a baby-making symphony of airy deliciousness, with a side of love syrup, as exemplified with his name-your-price album, </3.
My pick for this one: track #3, the Mariah jam is endlessly smooth.
If you like the feeling of riding a rainbow dolphin through seas of syrup while wearing a Paula Dean mask (and let's face it, you know you do), you'll want to give Party Trash a solid exploration.
I can also attest to him being a solid dude, so if you're ever lucky enough to hear of one of his shows going down, throw your planner to the wind and hit it up, give him a shout after the show and tell him Knell sent you.