CATS RECORDS RECORDS
hi im jamie and im going to tell you a little about this record label of mine. cats records records was founded in 2007 in a terrible basement in southern vermont. since then, its moved to a less terrible place in mid-vermont. cats records records is the parent record label of meaty tapes, the tapes-only label founded by johnny rocker of the rockers. cats records records is a straight up CD-R label currently with maybe one exception. its looking like it might stay that way for a while. check the catalogue page to check out what we currently have available as its also looking like theres going to be only going to be more and more and more. as a final announcement, sorry about the weird spacing that is about to happen, this machine makes no sense
love & thank you &
breathe fire & take care
& eat spiders,
the current cats records records roster includes
the original rock and roll bad boys.
fattest piano, champagne riding riffs,
& lots of zaps bzzts & everything else
you want in a band.
jamie cobra time
trying to convey musically the feeling you get when
you are somewhere flat staring at power lines going
as far as you can see, crossed with the feeling of
riding by that same scene on the nose of a burning freight train,
cursing & cackling as you fire your flaming sixgun
and puke lightning
singing higher than the highest beach boy, higher
than the highest beach boy, party and bullshit, scaring kids,
holding kids, making music, and pissing in the back of the
schoolbus. squares dont get his music.
if his music were fruit, it would be the best fruit.
his music rocks. i don't know how else to say it. it rocks.
pop-anti-folk from hot new york city's hottest rising star. if
you get spit on from a window while in NYC, go up and ask
that dude to sing for you before you punch him in the face.
you might not have to punch him in the face. always down
for a sing-a-long, always down for a million dollar smile.
sweet strumming & murderous sweet songs rolling out
of brooklyn. partners in crime, partners in wine, king of
hardcore bold moves from houseface and quinn walker.
hearing em is like wearing the most badass slashing licks
and noiseshreds on your head & then having em fused
to your brain by a wayward lightning bolt
insane clown pussy
get a brown paper bag, some spraypaint, get on the toilet,
throw on this CD-R and i dont know, just try and deal with it.
noise blinkoneeightytwo vomit shitting on a tape recorder.
wavelengths that birds think on mashed up with bees
making honey at a million miles an hour.
soundcat is a giant cat with 10 inch glowing eyes
that is mystically powered by psychedelic meowcore
guitar jams and terrifying catsong. its soon to debut on
a soundtrack about a film about a lonely man trapped
in a spaceship.
travelin acoustic rock n roll switchup from some of the
cats records records original gangsters. plays songs
from different teamsters much better than the original teamsters.
also the name of a band that sounds like everclear from ohio, we'll
pretend that that doesnt bother us.
"we go both ways- but not with you."
band includes vincent rocker, ludwig rocker, and turok rocker.
these dudes are way too fucking cool, and i know a very limited
amount about them other than that they came in a storm of tight
black clothing, coffee, and cigarettes, and have captured the hearts
of anyone to ever hit play on one of their tapes. name-droppable,
and are just about the right amount of famous already.