Reviews

MRR #508 • September 2025

Bee Bee Sea It’s All About the Music EP

Celebrating a decade of making music together, this trio, that formed right out of high school, is here with their It’s All About The Music EP. Coming from the small town of Castel Goffredo in Northern Italy, the band’s motto is “When there’s no good shit around you, better form a band!” which, as a small-town resident myself, I really appreciate. With a love for classic ’60s rock, they started their career with covers of the WHO, the ROLLING STONES, and the BEATLES—even paying homage to the Revolver artwork on their highly-anticipated 2020 Day Tripper LP (not to mention the album title). But far from covers they have come—with four LPs in their pocket and a smattering of EPs and singles, this lot has made a sound of their own, blending that ’60s rock with garage, classic punk, and pop punk, for a catchy as hell result. About this EP, the band writes “One garage rock anthem, three versions: The original. A sped-up punk reprise. A slow kraut intro. It’s obsessive, overthought, overdriven, and absolutely intentional.” Besides the “Kraut intro,” these songs lean on the pop side, and are all fun, with snaking guitar riffs, fast and bouncy drums, rattling bass, and lightly distorted vocals. From the impressionable words on their Bandcamp page, to a nice write-up in Missing Piece (praising the release of Day Tripper), I like the band’s story as much as their music. Everything feels genuine, earnest, and truly bootstrapped from the beginning. Great concept EP, awesome band.

Chow Eternal Lopez 12″

This is a bouncy, garage-flavored, danceable rock album from Bologna, Italy with a workmanlike approach to songwriting and performance. There’s something a little stiff here at first, a lack of flexibility and hooks that leaves me a bit cold even at its most anthemic. My ears do perk up, however, as the band starts to resemble HÜSKER DÜ at the midpoint of the record. While this outing might be frontloaded with weaker material, it starts to feel more lived-in and frayed, slowly revealing a band that is confident and does have an ear for melody. I’m a sucker for a band that mines the ’80s boom of Midwest college rock for ideas and presents them in a contemporary landscape. On a track like “Remember the Valentines,” you can hear a distinct John Reis influence both in the guitar and vocals, and I’ll always go to bat for that. I’m not as sold on the dreamier, spaced-out “Calling on the Altar Boys,” and think overall this 12” is a mixed bag, but there are high bright points to be sure.

Discreet Charms Delivery Model Stateholder Meeting LP

More art/dance punk out of Brooklyn that sounds exactly how you think it does. Fuzzy guitars paired with a tight rhythm section featuring a bass player who does most of the heavy lifting. The music itself is actually quite good, sounding like a slower-tempo GANG OF FOUR or a more refined DEAD MILKMEN. It’s the vocals that make this a bit of a slog to get through. The singer is low-energy, sounding more like an indie music parody or a bad Richard Butler impression. Additionally, the vocals are layered in a tinny reverb that makes it stand too far out from the rest of the music. A better mixing job with less effects may have made it all a little more tolerable. If you can look past all of that, this is a pretty decent record—solid song construction and catchy.

Contracharge / Drogato Today’s Empire is Tomorrow’s Ashes split cassette

Midwestern anarcho-crust meets New York speed chaos. CONTRACHARGE deals in sharp, politically-charged D-beat with the precision of early AUS-ROTTEN, while DELGADO pushes the BPM to its limits with drug-fueled, basement-born hardcore. Ten tracks that don’t just play fast, they burn.

Altered Dead / Erosion split cassette

Vancouver’s underground at its heaviest—EROSION storms in with razor-edged crust riffs and D-beat urgency that recall MARTYRDÖD in their most feral moments. ALTERED DEAD counters with grotesque, suffocating death metal that grinds the air out of the room. Two sides of sonic punishment—one sprinting, the other crushing—that together feel like the walls closing in.

Fuckin’ Lovers Crucifixion of the Masses EP

Brain-rattling noise from Philly’s FUCKIN’ LOVERS, whose namesake (a song by noise-punk legends CONFUSE) tells you what you need to know about their sound on Crucifixion of the Masses. Snotty, hectic, and with a touch of psychedelia thrown in, it’s a heady brew and burrows deeper into your skull with each listen. The dual vocals, nasty guitar and bass, and crashing drums peak on the raw blast of standout “Arrogance.” Also of note is final track “The End,” an effects-laden, out-there instrumental that sounds like four walls of noise slowly closing in on you. Yes, it’s as good as it sounds. Great band, great EP, highly recommended.

Gagu Gagu demo cassette

If this was a little noisier, I could see this being a regular release on Iron Lung Records. It’s the kind of intentionally ugly hardcore you’d see on the label, but maybe a little too clean-sounding for them. This is fucking outstanding, stompy at times, with vocals reverbed just right to elevate the bile and urgency of their delivery. The more I listened to this, the more that different bands came to mind…a more raw punk BOSTON STRANGLER, a more hardcore WHITE GUILT, an intensely focused HOAX…but the fact that every turn had me thinking of other great bands just highlighted that this band is doing their own thing. Even caught some powerviolence vibes here and there, which is a feature not a bug in my book. Ten out of ten, no fucking notes—if you like hardcore punk, go find this.

Greg Ashley Neon Exotica LP

Following his tenures in the GRIS GRIS and the MIRRORS, musician and producer Greg Ashley has settled into the unique and subtly psychedelic folk stylings showcased on this LP. With a matured creativity and confidence, songs like “Sandra on the Tropic of Capricorn” and the dreamy duet of “One Thin Herione” tap into a vein that evades the timestamps of any particular era. Thoughtfully composed and punctuated by oscillating sonic interludes, this is a potent record documenting ASHLEY’s proficiency as a singer/songwriter, even as it exists on (dangles off?) the edge of what is appropriate for MRR coverage.

Karl Frog Yes, Music LP

Atypical sounds for round these parts, but worth your time. KARL FROG is a Swedish musician whose music does not come with power chords or blastbeats; no breakdowns, no shredding up or down the fretboard. What FROG does offer is fantastic and beautiful artsy pop. JOHN CALE’s “Barracuda” has been a long-time favorite song, and as soon as the opener “Colonial Hearts” kicked in, I knew I was in line for something wonderful. Playing this type of music often requires good balance, as the tightrope you have to walk to not quickly fall into Wes Anderson soundtrack-fodder can be extremely tricky. FROG walks the line with ease, offering up eleven smart, poppy songs that feel like good DESTROYER B-sides or early BRIAN ENO with a bit less production. Sometimes your mind can use a distortion break. The next time that happens for you, I implore you to see what FROG is cooking up.

Level Symptom of Mankind LP

Hailing from Chico, California, LEVEL delivers a relentless and masterfully done record with Symptom of Mankind. The usual suspects of any punk band are all there, but with the intensity turned all the way up to eleven. While gnarly, crushing guitar riffs attack from all sides, the drums pummel away with maximum velocity and bloodthirst. On top of that, tough-as-nails vocals perfectly tear through the full spectrum wall of sound the band blasts towards your general direction. Something that I particularly like about this record is that deep gut-punch of bass. Although a harsh and tinny sound never goes out of style in the world of hardcore, I do appreciate the extra dimension that a full low-end adds to the band’s heaviness. All in all, LEVEL’s Symptom of Mankind is a really solid record that deserves recognition from powerviolence aficionados around the world.

Metdog One for the Kids LP

If you’ve read my other reviews in the past, then you’ll know that I’m a big champion of the Australian rock’n’roll scene. However, there comes a time in a person’s life where they reach a breaking point and begin to reassess some prior convictions. Now don’t get me wrong, I still love egg-punk and I still believe that Australia has been the epicenter of some of the purest rock’n’roll over the last five years, but these DEVO/CONEHEADS-eqsue bands are starting to hit the proverbial glass ceiling and produce diminishing returns. METDOG probably sounds exactly how you’re imagining it at this point. Noodly, twangy guitars in lockstep with bass over a danceable four-on-the-floor drum beat. Oh, and of course the nerdy vocals. This is a good record, but it’s like every other Goodbye Boozy release you’ve heard this last half-decade. I will say, they do have a creative use of the synth, utilizing more modern patches over the typical Casio/electric organ options, but there’s still a lot of that, too. Might be worth a spin for the most diehard of the hard-boiled dorks like myself.

Passion Killers They Kill Our Passion With Their Hate and Wars LP reissue

I was thrilled when this weird little piece of CHUMBAWAMBA history came out as an LP on Demo Tapes fifteen years ago, and it’s really nice to see it reissued on Sealed now. PASSION KILLERS were a group of teens from a small town near Leeds who had a song (their Big Hit “Start Again”) on Crass Records’ Bullshit Detector 2. CHUMBAWAMBA was also on the comp, and wrote to all the other bands saying “Hey, let’s keep the momentum going, let’s start a movement based on this serendipitous collection of bands!”—PASSION KILLERS were the one band that responded. Long story short, the two bands released a split demo and played together constantly, and two of the members, Harry Hamer and Mave Dillon, moved in with CHUMBAWAMBA  (with parental permission, kinda), recorded the material found on this LP in 1983 with Boff of  CHUMBAWAMBA  joining in, and then got kind of absorbed into  CHUMBAWAMBA, with PASSION KILLERS playing their last show in 1984. They reformed to release a 7” of covers protesting the first Gulf War in 1991, but otherwise have not done anything until a series of reunion shows this year (I’m assuming this reissue was done to coincide with those shows). The backstory is cute and all, but happily the music is also fantastic, almost shockingly good for something that has remained so obscure. Dare I say, it’s better than the early CHUMBAWAMBA demos. You can tell that very young teens wrote a lot of this, and I don’t mean that in a bad way. There’s a really charming naivete throughout that is kind of refreshing in this day and age. The lyrics are political and largely idealistic, and the music is decidedly punk (more ’77 punk than anarcho-punk), very simple but very pop-informed and super catchy with sometimes off-key three-part harmonies. It brings to mind a lot of their contemporaries, bands like ANARKA AND POPPY, the MOB, and HAGAR THE WOMB that were straddling the line between punks and (gasp) hippies. It’s very easy to hear what the members brought to CHUMBAWAMBA, and it’s frankly magical. The record comes with a booklet with a detailed history of the band and all kinds of ephemera, and is all-around packaged beautifully with respect for the band’s ultra-DIY roots.

Pig Sweat Backward Values LP

Razor-sharp Swiss hardcore that sounds like S.H.I.T., which may be considered insulting out of context but in this instance, it’s high praise. Backward Values is stuffed to the brim with contemporary D-beat goodness and killer riffs that rock in a WARTHOG kind of way, especially on standouts “Death Dealer” and “Bullet.” I’m a fan, check this one out.

Nice Smile / Pissed Off Zombies split 7″

Seattle songsmith Rob Vasquez put out singles under various monikers in the 1990s, leaving his greasy garage prints on exalted labels like Estrus, Sub Pop, and In The Red, among others. Cementing his legacy a little further, this one-two punch on Total Punk drags two of his previously unreleased tracks into the modern era. It’s a raggedy, primitive, blues-infected affair, like a totally shit-faced Billy Childish let loose on four-track, and rumor has it that there’s more of this to come (fingers crossed).

Poison Tribe False Narrative EP

POISON TRIBE out of Denver has released a couple of cassette recordings over the past few years, but this summer, they decided to release their first proper vinyl 7″ entitled False Narrative. On this five-song EP, we find POISON TRIBE offering a refined version of their signature crusty hardcore sound. Instrumentally, somewhere between DISFEAR and NASUM—POISON TRIBE uses a call-and-response, dual-vocal approach which creates a dynamic lyrical presentation. If you dig grindy guitars, shredded vocals, and a terminal velocity rhythm section, then you must absolutely check this out.

Smith Grind Curb Appeal LP

This band has members of FALL SILENT, who did the capital-H/’90s hardcore thing pretty hard, mixed with crossover/thrash elements. Here, thrash is the main ingredient (definitely of the thrash revival variety), with some intermittent forays into capital-H hardcore. A pretty solid effort, but some of the songs are a bit long for my taste (four of the ten tracks go beyond two-and-a-half minutes, with one track going over four), and they kinda lose me when they add breakdowns after what feels like a perfectly fine end for the songs. Not great, not terrible, might be worth your time if modern hardcore mixed with revival thrash sounds like your bag.

Splizz Splizz LP

As soon as the first track begins, you’re immediately immersed in another world. The layering of guitars and far-away vocals make you feel like you’ve been transported to a gloomy forest on a quest or sitting in nature watching the rain fall. I love how atmospheric and classically post-punk these guys are; amazing.

1 St Class Collapse / The Prim split 12″

The split 12″ from Germany’s 1 ST CLASS COLLAPSE and the PRIM is a chaotic little gem of powerviolence that doesn’t overstay its welcome. 1 ST CLASS COLLAPSE, hailing from Koblenz, delivers a chaotic and engaging set, marked by either traded-off vocals or one particularly unhinged singer, cycling through yells, screams, and deep, demonic croaks like a hardcore Swiss army knife. The PRIM, from various cities including Berlin, shifts gears with a more metallic hardcore approach—heavier riffs, longer songs, and raw, tortured vocals that cut through the murk. While the songs run longer than average for the genre—each clocking well over a minute—they’re tightly composed and never feel drawn-out. This split is a strong showing from both bands and ends almost as soon as it begins.

Tiger Helicide The River Squid CD

This comes in swinging like the DIDJITS or something. The first song, “AlaKABLAMa,” clocks in at just under four minutes and really takes the listener for a ride with all the tempo changes and oddball lyrics. The first listen to this TIGER HELICIDE CD had me plopping it into the trashcan. However, now on my third time through, I think I’m starting to get it. This is sloppy like a super drunk NOMEANSNO, SCHLONG, or LOVE SONGS, and retains the same charm throughout. I feel as though every member of TIGER HELICIDE loves a different style of punk, and together, with all of their personal elements brought in, they created this oddly perfect garbage fire. I say with one hundred percent certainty that TIGER HELICIDE is making the exact kind of music that they want to. If I have one critique, it would be that the vocals are a bit too loud and overpower the music a bit. I really like this though, and can’t wait to see what is next.

偏執症者 (Paranoid) Possessed / Deserted Centuries 7″

If there’s one thing everyone has to acknowledge about PARANOID, it is that they are original and singular in a genre that strives on sameness and rules to survive. It’s not like they included reggaeton or chanson into their music, but from a rather classic, distorted, noizy käng unit, they have turned into a FROST-loving metallic Scandicore act (it is to be noted that PARANOID is a prolific bunch), and in the realms of DIY hardcore, it is considered as a big step. This 7″ was part of a series of five records with covers structured around a similar colour palette and template. “Possessed” / “Deserted Centuries” appears to be the only one of these with two mid-paced, old school metal songs and no fast bits, and while the Swedes are good at what they do, I have to admit I miss the faster hardcore punk moments. Still, a well-executed endeavour from people who have been doing this long enough to know what they are doing.