Katastrophe Vol. 3
reviewed in CMJ

SLEAZENATION Publishes Interview and Review.
One cold and rainy morning all of zmrzlina got together at the studio where I work to get a long-distance conference call from Nina in London. We had a splendid chat and hope to stay in her flat when we get there...

Read the Cool and Flashy Interview in Sleazenation.

Katastrophe Vol.3 Reviewed in CMJ - check it out

Katastrophe Vol.3 Reviewed in SFweekly
(Wednesday, November 21, 2001)

by David Cook

Listening to Katastrophe Vol. 3, the newest offering from S.F. band Zmrzlina, is like going to a theater to see a noir thriller and getting David Lynchian oddness instead. The music on the group's sophomore effort is so lush and seductive that you wish it wouldn't insist so vehemently on being Art. And yet... (read it)

RE: VH1's Fan Club
(Friday, November 17, 2001)

VH1's FanClub: Stevie Nicks is scheduled to air again on Sunday, December 23, 2001 at 10 PM. This episode features an appearance by The Magical Chiffons, Zmrzlina's alter-ego #2, (see below.) None of us have cable so if you feel like taping it or just inviting us over for a TV party, drop us a line.

ZMRZLINA in Svensk!

Interview on Swedish National Radio by P3 POP host Ika Johannesson.

Older Stuff:

Perfectly Weird
sfweekly | February 23, 2000 (Music and Arts)

Happily, Zmrzlina's members aren't sure what their own music
sounds like

House of Tudor
sfweekly | December 15, 1999 (Music and Arts)

Skipping through pull-top alleyways with a belly full of
monkeyshine, Zmrzlina flits between delirious syncopation and
sleepytime bedroom fuzz, filling the gaps between Fuck and Uz
Jsme Doma. "Jacked-up rear lovely UFO almond eyes big oval
head don't prod me with that silver stick," sings Jeff Ray on the
band's self-titled release, a fetching CD packaged in clear vinyl by
Dr. Seuss' ice cream man. "I'm standing there/ Dancing around in
my underwear/ Got my glasses on/ I look kind of strange," he
admits, with an armful of musical laughing gas that's catchy and
head-bouncy, but tangled up with a surly gang of brooding violins,
harmoniums, and surveillance devices that abduct Capp Street
confrontations and tinkling ice cream carts for our own peculiar
pleasure (Zmrzlina means "ice cream" in Czech, if that helps).
Complemented and opposed by the vocals of drummer Heather
Snider and violinist Tracy Harkins, Ray shares, "Bought some
condoms at bulk discount/ Now they're old and unsafe ... I want
my money back/ But not from the store/ I want my money back
from the whore," and advises, "Steal the neighbors' chicken/ Steal
the neighbors' pot/ If they start to get suspicious/ Offer them the
fish you caught." But things are not always so breezy on
Zmrzlina's side of town. "Get out of the Mission," they drone,
sounding a little like X, Hallowed Ground-era Violent Femmes, the
Fall, and the Mekons, with a looming residential neurosis. But
they're stranger than that, and funnier, like the mystery fruit at
the Indian Bazaar (which also sells ice cream). Zmrzlina is going
back into the studio with producer Joe Goldring (Tarnation, Steel
Pole Bathtub) and some friends from Mingo 2000, Live Human,
and Special Parrot (lots of strings and horns), but the album's not
due until March. For now, you can catch Zmrzlina at the "Rainbow
(Grocery) Rock Show" on Thursday, Dec. 16, at the Paradise
Lounge at 10:20 p.m. with Songs for Emma, Three Day Stubble,
Blue Grass Kitchen Unit, Rikki, the Cooperatives, Industrial
Hoffman, Crash Scene, and Corner Tour opening at 6 p.m.

sfweekly | June 17, 1998 (Music and Arts)

It's a Festival Named for a forgotten waterway that runs under the
Mission District, the Mission Creek Music Festival began as a carrot
that Zmrzlina singer/guitarist Jeff Ray awarded himself and other
eclectic local acts he admired -- including, at last year's
Starcleaners debut, Virginia Dare, Barbara Manning, and Craig
Ventresco from Bo Grumpus. Now Ray's going annual with his little
shindig. "I want acoustic, country, rock, poetry, and everything in
between," he says. "I want people who I respect and who are
sincere about their music, but I definitely don't want this thing to
get too big. It must remain very low key and comfortable." This
year's show, scheduled for Saturday, June 20, has been moved to
El Rio's very comfortable patio. The lineup includes Tom
Armstrong, Roofies, Beth Lisick, Ventresco, Manning, and Timco
(who have played only one other show since their recent reunion);
inside after dark will be Broken Horse, Zmrzlina, and Rube
Waddell. The cover is $7, although, Ray admits, "show up in the
evening and we'll probably just charge five." (Silke Tudor)

sfweekly | May 6, 1998 (Music and Arts)

Local Yokels

That the most significant and comprehensive compilation of San
Francisco bands comes from a record label in Germany says more
about the local scene, or lack thereof, than any cranky set of
reviews in a weekly newspaper. Critic Kurt Wolff’s introductory
essay tries to equate S.F. music with the rain, the fog, the wet
sidewalks, but faced with the diversity of local acts he settles on a
smarter (if vaguer and debatable) point: San Francisco is the
sound of people who want to be here. Like most comps, and
certainly any double-disc 43-song comp, there are hits and
misses. Granfaloon Bus’ “The Mission Song” is an undentable
gem. Swell’s “Bitter Friends” is better than anything on the band’s
last record and is almost as good as most of 41. Fantasy’s “White
World” nearly beats the group’s live shows. But the burly riff in
“Blue Hawaiian” is too tough for Dieselhed, and the trumpet at the
end of the song is confusing. Chuck Prophet’s “Ooh Wee” starts
well, but devolves into pointlessness. Tracks by now-dead San
Francisco bands (Paddlefoot, Mensclub, Mommyheads) and about
every worthwhile living local (Tarnation, Sunshine Club, Waycross,
Zmrzlina) make Music City essential listening for any S.F. club
owner. Both of them. San Francisco

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