A Strange New Signal.
The Daddy Cat’s new single “Jerry And The Cosmic Dream” is now loose in the universe: part fever dream, part cosmic transmission, part question mark wrapped in glitter and static. Tune in, drift out, and follow Jerry wherever the signal leads.
Plug in. Drift off. Let Jerry guide you.
Raw, Live, Feral!
The pride of Bucksnort, TN is loose again—and this time they’ve escaped across state lines. Recorded live at a backwoods Mississippi dive that absolutely did not have a fire marshal on duty, Trash Donkey (Clefus Ray Thigpen, Huck Claunch) unloads Donkey Sauce Live EP, captured straight to a cassette boombox during a sweat-soaked gig at Touchdown’s in Melanoma, MS.
Five feral tracks of punk, rockabilly, and gutbucket hill country blues that grab you by the collar, drag you out back, and leave you seeing stars before you even ball up a fist. This is music for bad decisions, broken stools, and ringing ears.
Gentle listeners should turn back now. Everyone else—consider yourselves warned.
Say It. Mean It. Rap It.
Low T’s new album Flaccid As I Wanna Be is out now, delivering a boom-bap-driven take on modern life with complete conviction. Rooted in ’90s New York hip-hop, the record pairs classic rap aesthetics with lyrics that move between observations, opinions, and everyday realities, all delivered straight-faced and without apology.
There’s no winking or explanation here. Flaccid As I Wanna Be treats whatever enters the frame—aging bravado, mundane facts, personal frustrations—as worthy of a verse. The humor, when it appears, comes from certainty and commitment rather than intention. It’s an album that stands firmly on its own terms, confident in what it is and available now.
Ride the riffs. No height requirement.
The debut album from 4oh7, Triscuit Slut & Other Love Songs, hit the streets today like a sun-bleached fever dream. Somewhere between the neon sprawl of I-Drive and the sticky floors of a dive bar at last call, these songs crawled out, wild-eyed and unrepentant. They don’t pander. They don’t apologize. They spill beer on your shoes and dare you to keep dancing.
Reports are already coming in: cars idling too long at traffic lights, strangers howling at the moon, a few unlucky souls waking up with lyrics tattooed on their hangovers. This isn’t just an album — it’s a public menace dressed up as rock & roll, a sweaty postcard from a place you can’t quite leave, even if you wanted to.
Stream it now. Just don’t say we didn’t warn you.
Check it out now — before it’s overdue
Radio Gurl Records proudly presents Dewin’ Different Thingz by Dwey & The Cutterz!
Straight outta Franklin, MA (aka birthplace of the American public library), this cardigan-clad crew is here to check out your ears and waive your overdue fees. Their sound? Weird, wild, subversive synth pop with a no-wave blip-rock twist — perfect for late-night study sessions, secret stacks parties, or anyone who files their records in strict Dewey Decimal order.
Strange, Lush, and Out Now Everywhere
Radio Gurl Records proudly announces the release of Butter and Side Eye, Daddy Cat’s bold, off-kilter debut — a slow pour of lush, golden tones layered with sharp, knowing edges. It drifts between swagger and suspicion, pulling you into moments both dangerously intimate and slightly absurd. Every track builds a world where nothing is quite what it seems: the groove is warm, but the gaze is unblinking.
