Death Egg - Screaming Tea Party

“The Screaming Tea Party. What can I say? Complex in their simplicity and a nexus of electricity reminiscent of Sonic Youth having sex with a bulldozer. Their soundscape ranged from tight melodies and lo-fi whinings to punk-o-riffic noise-o-rama. The vocals ranged from Mary-chain style murmurings, to screaming, the only way to be heard over those guitars. The guitarist briefly wore a gas mask which, once removed, started to suffer from guitar driven fits. Perhaps it was providing his medication because after that he was like a possessed noise machine. The bassist and lead singer wore a long floral dress, which sounds completely normal. Right? Except he was a ‘he’. It looked like “Killzone” meets “The Sims”. The female drummer was easy on the ears - and eyes - with harmonious backing vocals, hitting those skins like a starving caveman demanding his lunch. All round a fabulous display of how a band can be completely original without sounding like a symphony of broken washing machines”.
DROWNED IN SOUND

"They switch continually between scribbling punkabilly and utterly stripped down lo-fi, with magical results."
ROUGH TRADE

Stolen Recordings reveal this lovely 10" vinyl package from one of London's oddest and most wonderful bands. Live, they're quite unique, and on record, the many ideas are beautifully captured over a range of stylistically varied arrangements.
PURE GROOVE

So with Koichi Yamanoha on bass and vocals, longtime collaborator Koichi 'Niyan' Niizato on guitar and Teresa Colamonaco on drums and vocals; Screaming Tea Party was formed. The music is a clash of sound and culture; part Japanese noise band, part dirty pop. The band is based in London but come from Japan and Italy, and we expect big things in the future for them on the back of this lo-fi and magical 6 track mini album. And it's on the hottest label of the moment, Stolen Recordings!!
PICCADILLY RECORDS

"Girls and guns," Godard famously said, and this white-hot blast from guitar pop heaven is the musical equivalent: a cut-glass concoction of melody and elemental noise. What a trademark guitar sound to have. Niyan's heroic axe shards emerge like lighting from the floor and set you on fire from the feet up. The emotion even flows from his feedback like tears streaming from the Mona Lisa. The tracks on this EP contrast like water and wine, opener Between Air and Air swamping your head with a stuttering blast of trans-world cool to make the hairs stand on end. Lead singer Koichi swaps the most contrasting musical sentiments imaginable with co-singing-star Teresa, yet underpinning everything is a narrative of astounding substance. Death Egg is like a pastoral poem from Gorky, evoking images of pretty girls, before guns, and when the guns come in Reckless Rabbit they shoot like rocket-stars. Let's Do Not Say Another Word is the most poignant bit of sci-fi comic heroism you'll here etched out this side of anywhere, capturing you from inside and floating you in the air with its sheer romantic fervour, while Cracked Up Dietrich and closer Shayou compliment it with a starry flow of cosmic tears. A shout from the deepest reaches of soulful cool, Screaming Tea Party are a truly unhinged band of melodies and brilliance.
Music OMH - Neil Jones

Disorientated surfers of the web in need of a musical fix could do a lot worse than visit the myspace page of Stolen Recordings – a small independent label with a growing reputation for pioneering wonderful new bands (Pete & the Pirates, Hot Silk Pockets). Screaming Tea Party could be their best find yet. This double A-side 10" vinyl contains 6 tracks of eclectic brilliance ranging from the wild, raucous and frankly, rabid instrumental Reckless Rabbit to the lovely rather Evan Dando-ish Death Egg. And never have I heard a band switch so easily from industrial, thrash-outs (Between Air and Air) to ethereal baroque waltzes (the superlative Cracked Up Dietrich). In fact that must be a musical first. It's as if The Beatles signed up Thurston Moore as their fifth member. Cracked Up Dietrich will linger long in the memory, and probably even longer in the Lobster Quadrille Playlist (the truest barometer of unusual, un-categorisable musical loveliness!) Some sort of middleground is established on the irresistibly melodic Lets Do Not Say Another Word – a well behaved new wave track that puts you in mind of The Undertones or some other equally reliable band that you'd be happy to put your faith in. But let's go back to Cracked Up Dietrich for a minute. The sensible thing would be to programme it into your i-pod then superglue the headphones into your ears.
10/10 LOBSTER QUADRILLE

A 10" on Stolen Recordings has literally just been delivered by the postie and landed on the turntable. This could sound like a Razorlight and Elton John collaboration and it would still rule. Why you ask? How could this be? Well it's because it's called 'DEATH EGG' yes 'DEATH EGG'. How's that for a fucking tile eh? Total genius. I'm smacking myself up for not thinking of myself. Not only does it sound good but it looks cool when its written and if you think about it it's a total contradiction cos eggs give life right. Onto the music then.... It's by SCREAMING TEA PARTY and kicks off with 'Let's Do Not Say Another Word' which is reminiscent of 'Teenage Kicks' but given a bit of a kick up the arse and has a nice raw feel to it. Then title track 'Cracked Up Dietrich' is a complete contrast which at times brings The Stranglers to mind and has a sweet female vocal. 'Shayou' is a heartfelt little ditty. This is a double A side which has just confused the hell out of me. Numbered of 500 in smart sleeve.
NORMAN RECORDS

SCREAMING TEA PARTY - DEATH EGG - STOLEN RECORDINGS Wonky, scuzzed up freeform guitar driven pop with an eye for the menacing, and twisted beauty in everything distortion based - think the ghostly psychedelics of yo la tengo, the funked up staccato of can and the street poeticism of mid period-The Fall...
SUBBA_CULTCHA

What a name - Screaming Tea Party. What a title – Death Egg. Can this fail to be brilliant? No. Hurrah! Right from the terrifying, menacing beginnings of Between Air And Air this six-tracker flits between brutality and sweetness like the two are intertwined – and the more I think about it, the more it makes absolute sense. It’s the clown thing, the puppet thing, the fairground music thing, the child-catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang thing. Darkness hides in the most unlikely of sources - evil finds a home most prominently within innocence. Only one of these tracks exceeds 4.30 minutes and the simplicity of the chords dictates that it’s pop music, and it’s some of the most frighteningly original and skewed pop I’ve heard in a long time. It comes as no surprise that there’s a female Japanese member in this three piece. Not to be sweeping or nothing, but there’s a cracking sickly/sweet hardcore scene seeping through our industry thanks to these dudes, and this lot, combining Japanese influence with a coupla’ East Londoners, have hit a magic formula. The guitar solos are twisted, the chord changes simple, the vocals sometimes-male-sometimes-female and distorted, the flexibility impressive. The riffs are sometimes sweet, sometimes immense - Reckless Rabbit echoes Nirvana at their brutal best. There’s Jesus And Mary Chain and Velvet Underground in there too. How’s that for influences? That’s friggin’ perfect. The bass is rampant throughout and seems to lie there, under the music, not too prominent but spine-crackingly effective. Like a shadow observed beneath you when you’re swimming in the sea, it’s terrifying without actually doing anything. This is spot on. Spot the fuck on. These are easily the best wear-Nirvana-on-our-sleeve crew since God knows when. Nirvana’s greatest crime was the spawning of hours and hours of tedious crap. This hopefully, is about to change...
Tom Howard- MAPS MAGAZINE

"A three headed beast of energy, their live shows are chaos and beauty. Tereasa with her mass of hair, and tiara glinting, thrashes her drumkit, punishing the cymbals, as the walls of sound rise and rise. Niyan, in his gas mask, bouncing on top of the bass drum, but his fingers never missing a beat or a note. And, Koichi, red lipstick running down his face, screams out in Japanese until the blue tattoo climbing up his neck bulges out,yet he still manages to look like every beautiful murakami hero. Then -calm and out of the ruins- the most perfect icy clear little song. Delicate and visionary, the front row are still and staring. The song is timeless and Koichi whispers his poetry, loving the microphone he had so recently abused."
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