The Sweet Things
Lo-fi Is A 4-letter Word
© 1998 THE SWEET THINGS
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The great lo-fi indie rock party of the 90's, a compilation of all the early releases and out-takes by one of Kurt Cobain's favorite bands.
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The Sweet Things are the great, lost lo-fi party of the 90's. Formed in 1990 in New York, they at once embraced delicate, heartfelt (though roughly hewn) pop on the one hand and earthy, Howlin' Wolf inspired bursts on the other.
From their critically hailed first e.p. "Deliver", the poppier "Teen Guitars" e.p. through the odds and sods of "Hangin' Out With...", this CD compiles both the rare early 45's with out-takes and the rarer-than rare 78 rpm 10". Name-dropped by Kurt Cobain as one of his favorite bands!
"Lo-fi..." reviewed by Joe B. at tinymixtapes.com:
There are a bunch of things I want to write about The Sweet Things that will make me look like an idiot. I genuinely think this album deserves a place in some shaggy-haired pantheon next to the rawer offerings of Pavement, Half Japanese, Swell Maps or at least Thinking Fellers. I am a frothing madman over this album, so I feel like I should demand my comments not be taken with a grain of salt. It’s tough to articulate this album’s genius because it isn’t particularly provocative or innovative; it’s just really, really good. In a way, it came as a huge breath of fresh air. Every time I’m worried my sensibility is getting too esoteric or weird, a record like this comes along, hands me a beer and reminds me that volume, simplicity and fun are king. At no point during Lo-Fi does it sound like the Sweet Things aren’t having the time of their lives. They were, I assume, a bunch of friends writing songs about and for their other friends. Perfect.
Review of the "Deliver" e.p. by Everett True/Melody Maker/March 27, 1993:
Maybe it's just me. Maybe every record sounds this way. But ever since I came in here, it seems that every other band in America has rediscovered that glorious dissonance, that beauty through chaos thang which made bands like Pere Ubu and Red Crayola so crushworthy. (Or, if you like - Pixies and Pavement.)
San Francisco's Sweet Things deliver the missing link between Ubu, Half-Japanese and Pavement with such riotous, selfless alacrity that... hell, every f***ing home should have one.
More songs about worm-laded dirt, wicker furniture, groin-pounding and Xanadu dust. Or so it says here. In my head. Which hurts.
A non-alignment pact.