Puppet Wipes

Puppet Wipes

Live Inside

Siltbreeze

Has it really been 4 years since the Puppet Wipes debut LP? Well now, in that time, Arielle & Kayla enlisted Jay Wong (Glitter, Janitor Scum, Yankee Cowboy) on drums, then hit the road. They did a tour of Canada with The Retail Simps & even popped down to the Lower 48 for a couple of dates. Needless to say, the fans wanted more. And while there aren't any US shows planned, the good news is their followup to The Stones Are Watching And They Can Be A Handful has finally arrived. Entitled, Live Inside, it's every bit the corker we'd hoped for. The Lewis Carroll-meets-David Croneberg ambience is still in play, but relegated to the corners. Much like The Raincoats Odyshape, or The Shadow Ring's Put The Music In Its Coffin, Live Inside exudes a higher level of mettle to match their singularity. Hell, they even take a cover by Septimus & make it work in Puppet Wipes time. Some bands find the sophomore effort to be a cursed hurdle, but for Puppet Wipes, Live Inside sees them polish off that tired trope like Diamond Jim Brady shooting back oysters at a seafood buffet. A shoe-in for Best Of 2025, no doubt about it.

Puppet Wipes

The Stones Are Watching And They Can Be A Handful

Siltbreeze

Puppet Wipes is the latest source of audio levitation for Arielle McCuaig (Hairnet, Janitor Scum, Vacuum Rebuilders) & Kayla MacNeill (Singing Lawn Chair, Vacuum Rebuilders) who conjure up their extraordinary odds bodkins out of Calgary, Alberta. Label fact checkers will note that Puppet Wipes are the 1st Canadian band ever signed to the Siltbreeze roster. That only took three decades. Anyway, their debut cassette from a couple years back, ‘It’s Called Punk, Are You Stupid?’—supposedly recorded in an hour—was a fetching melange of art damaged hoopla that sounded like it might’ve taken a spin around the Amos & Sara / It’s War Boys universe. On this one, the course settings remain seemingly intact, yet further realized. Plus it took a tad longer than 3600 seconds to behold. There’s a quote by the master of superfluousness, May Benot, that goes, ‘When the unconventionalists convey their art, which is by nature, unconventional, then does unconventionalism become part of a post conventionalist-conventionista?” Whatever you say, Mrs. Doublespeak. I’m not sure I even know what that means, but if I were a betting man, I’d say Puppet Wipes have it in spades. RIYL; Lemon Kittens, Your Mom Too, Doof, Dave E. McManus, XV.