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AQUARIUM by Martin Sorrondeguy

MRR Radio #1579 • 10/15/17

Strace and Strayla vote MITCH CARDWELL for President of Punk.  Intro song: AQUARIUM - Human Current Sounds from the New Bins MR. WRONG - ...

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MRR Radio #1578 • 10/8/17

Matt is joined by Ben and Claudia for just another hour of the best new punk and hardcore worldwide! Intro ...

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Maximum Rocknroll #414 • Nov 2017

Are y'all ready for Maximum Rocknroll #414? Our November 2017 issue will teach you a thing or two all about ...

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Flipper rules, OK?

MRR Radio #1577 • 10/1/17

Phillip Greenlief spent an afternoon in the stacks. This is what he came up with. BAD RELIGION - You Are the ...

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New Blood! ESCØRT, WITCHTRIAL, JACKAL, VANTA, and UNIVERSAL PEACE

“New Blood” is our weekly feature spotlighting new bands from around the world! See below for info on how to submit. Now, ...

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Record of the Week: LAST SONS OF KRYPTON Teenage Trash LP


May 12th, 2015 by

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This band has managed to ride a glowing Tim Yo record review from nearly 20 years ago into the realm of near-legend. Surprisingly, that debut 7” is one I still count amongst my faves of the era, worthy of being mentioned alongside REATARDS, LOLI AND THE CHONES and EPILEPTIX when it comes to primitive, shitty-teenager punk rock. And Wisconsin’s LAST SONS OF KRYPTON may be the shittiest teenagers of them all—at least that’s the case this long-overdue LP is making. Every one of the twenty tunes collected here represents a life’s work for some true teenage fuck-ups, and the quality of the racket is generally higher than it has any real right to be. Their sensitivities and “worldview” couldn’t be any lower though, offering up some kind of perverse balance that keeps them punk boneheads until death. Whatever. A gang of insufferable, bratty and delinquent assholes making a racket outta sheer frustration and hatred of their lives and surroundings is always gonna be punker than shit, and LAST SONS OF KRYPTON fit that bill perfectly. True teenage assholery on display…waste no time in acquiring a copy of your own!
(Certified PR)



Reissue of the Week: X Aspirations LP


November 19th, 2014 by

X_AspirationsRecorded in 1979, utilizing just a few hours of remnant studio time, X forever scarred the tough-as-all-hell history of Aussie rock ’n’ roll with Aspirations. Boasting ROSE TATTOO’s Ian Rilen and the roaring, he-man punk legend Steve Lucas up front, the LP begins with the classic pummeling of “Suck Suck” and only gets more severe from there. “Good On Ya Baby” out-struts a band like THE SAINTS — no easy feat. “Batman” is steroid-bolstered art punk that has rarely, if ever, been equaled. “I Don’t Wanna Go Out” is completely past-it and genius. Fourteen vicious, out-for-blood punk tunes, all of which are steeped in some supremely heavy, dark and daring shit. It’s a legit classic and one of the best punk rock albums ever made. Should any doubt linger in your mind, or if for some reason you have no clue what the fuck this LP is, there’s not a single record in these pages [MRR #379] more deserving of your immediate attention.
(Ugly Pop)



Record of the Week: ROSS JOHNSON AND JEFFREY EVANS Vanity Session LP


March 15th, 2014 by

RossJohnson_EvansLemme fill you hobos in on some key facts before we tackle the platter at hand. ROSS JOHNSON, former co-conspirator of famed goons like TAV FALCO and ALEX CHILTON, has littered a slew of legendary records with his simplistic, drunken poetics and semicompetent drumming. JEFFREY EVANS’ legend looms large in the record collections of a great many beefy American rockers, having fronted the criminally underappreciated units known as GIBSON BROS and 68 COMEBACK, specializing in rock ’n’ roll injected with truth serum and scholarly smarts. These guys rate really goddamn high in my book, so I’m on board and beer number three before even dropping the tone arm.

Vanity Session, their aptly named dream-team debut, is the product of a year’s worth of late nights spent serenading town drunks around Memphis, Tennessee. The vibe is pure barroom, only with this royal duo holding court, chatting your ear off, leering at ladies in younger demographics and obliterating rock ’n’ roll to its most basic and deviant levels. Johnson’s bop is next-level genius shit here, no joke. It’s impossible to pull a specific quote or drunken riff to single out because the flow is so goddamn perfect that you never want it to end. Think you’ve heard all that could ever be done with a standard such as “Girl Watcher?” Think again! Ridiculous! Evans keeps things firmly grounded musically, which ain’t an easy task considering the substances rumored to be afloat during the sessions (ARTHER LEE’s weed?!). Add the capable backing of TEARJERKERS and REIGNING SOUND personnel, not to mention genius producer Jim Dickinson steering the ship (his turn fronting the boys for “I’ve Had It” is jaw-dropping!!!) and you have an absolute can’t-miss record, the sort that is all too rare in this day and age. It’s already become the soundtrack to my stay-home weeknight drunks… those kinda nights where you rationalize drinking toward blindness because your day off is only X hours away.

Vanity Session simply spills over with charm, sounding lecherous, intelligent and highly rockin’ all at once. It’s real rock ’n’ roll music, and it’s been too long since you last heard it.
(Spacecase Records)



Record of the Week: ROYAL HEADACHE LP


November 9th, 2011 by

ROYAL HEADACHE, another in an endless stream of fantastic new Australian groups, delivers an essentially flawless pop record in long form on their first shot. While their debut single totally impressed, they truly shine here, making the kind of record that folks from a wide array of genres will likely embrace. The performances are top notch across the board, complete with actual singing that’s so proficient and downright awesome that it sounds totally fucking jarring. The production is perfect, fuzzy in all the right places, propelled by a stabbing guitar sound that recalls the most powerful moments of classic UK DIY punk rock. The soulfulness and excellent songwriting exhibited throughout brings to mind a speedy, punk SQUEEZE, which I hate myself for saying, but fuck it, it’s there. Much like stateside heroes HOME BLITZ, ROYAL HEADACHE is capable of conjuring up a monster hook out of chaos and making a whole lot of other current pop bands sound terrible in the process. (RIP Society Records)



Record of the Week: BÄDDAT FÖR TRUBBEL LP


May 19th, 2011 by

BÄDDAT FÖR TRUBBEL Det Här Är Inte New York LP

As a punk record aficionado, there are few things more exciting than finding a great record by an outta-nowhere new band. This is that sort of record…only better. In terms of international punk rock, I haven’t been this wowed by a debut since EDDY CURRENT SUPPRESSION RING dropped their first A-bomb. Got your attention yet? Though Sweden’s BFT shares little in terms of sound with ECSR, they share that same brand of confidence and pitch-perfect execution in what they do. And what is that, you ask? Well, imagine pairing a classic Euro Killed By Death sound (sung in Swedish, no less) with a lean toward pub rock and the amphetamine-fueled R&B that dominated the UK in the mid-’70s. While that might spell trouble for anyone unwilling to look past, I dunno, MASSHYSTERI for their Euro-punk fix, this amounts to nothing short of a fucking lightning bolt to the rest of us! It’s refreshing to hear a band mining the sounds of the initial punk era but shrugging off the pose and fashion-aping, opting instead for legit soul and passion. No easy feat, my friends. There’s not a single fucking dud among the fifteen tunes here, so singling any cuts out is a challenge. Check out the frantic “Fan Ta Dig” and the powerful, anthemic heart breaker “Jag Har Ingenting” for the purest, most effective distillation of this band’s many strengths. I have not-so-silently been singing this band’s praises since I first encountered them in late 2010 and, thankfully, a scant few copies of this LP have finally landed stateside. If you have any interest at all in hearing a neo-classic punk rock album, I implore you to check this LP out. Seriously…find this NOW. An absolutely perfect, jaw-dropping record. (Punks Only)