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Rather odd. If songs were sentences, these guys are spitting out fragments because their short electronic bursts come across as unfinished. Not bad, just out of the ordinary.
The best of the lot — the best name and the best music. The “Goat” manages to make a hideous, noisy rumble that can make you hum along. Really weird, very much inspired by the BUTTHOLE SURFERS and the RESIDENTS. They go from harsh and painful to strange and fun but it keeps you listening throughout.
A five pointed star on the front cover, costs ¥666, released June 6 — hey wait! — this must be satanic rock! This is one of those cases when I’m glad I don’t understand Japanese; one side is a god awful drone with some woman screaming, the other side has three tracks in HC, pop-punk, and post-punk styles respectively. Poo poo.
A two song, one-sided flexi that mysteriously appeared in a NEW ROTEEKA EP. Pretty much rock punk, not too exciting folks.
I admit the thought of a RAMONES cover/tribute band sounds like a good idea, but this Australian configuration made up of some bigger bands there like the SAINTS and PAUL KELLY, doesn’t kick as hard as it should — so you end up with a limp shadow of the RAMONES.
Rockin’ pop in an English mode, but made palatable by the guitar predominance and a novel sense of melody. The chorus on “True Blue” is wonderfully catchy, and the other two tracks hold their own with a mid-tempo, bouncy style; an obscure comparison, but the sound is very much like Australia’s KELPIES. Good.
A varied EP with four songs on the pop punk side. Three are pretty decent ’77-pop style, and one is a bit like a folk tune set to a beat. Not exhilarating, but okay.
Sounding like COCKNEY REJECTS to some extent, this band’s second EP delivers 79 UK punk with spirited beat, choruses, and lots of spunk. Above par.
HEIMATLOS delivers in many punk styles, all of which are done with a special “cut above” feel — whether thrash, classic, short or long, they attack. KROMOZOM 4 are also a tight, aggressive unit whose combination of wicked thrash and goofy stuff between tracks gives them a TOY DOLLS feel. Hot record!
God these guys are great. After two 7″s and this, their second album, they’ve moved from blissed-out thrashers into a harder, less definable full bodied sound. Some of the structures here remind me an awful lot like some SST or Touch and Go band like KILLDOZER, SCRATCH ACID or DINOSAUR.
One live side, on studio that is mainly outtakes from their first LP of years ago, as well as a cut with Paula Pandora. These are the San Diegans who went on to be the MORLOCKS, and they do your basic 60s punk stuff, all snarly and ultra-cool. OK music, very sharp cover.
Messy, fast, gruff, loose, riffy HC thrash abounds on this highly energetic EP — it’s really a non-stop, high-velocity assault with gritty instrumentals and raw vocals. It’s also quite distinctive and very, very hot.
Despite their hilarious name, this one is just mid-tempo pop-punk served up with solid guitars and rockish edges in the occasional lead breaks. “Cocky Rock Boys,” with its catchy vocal chorus, is the standout; the other two songs just sit there. Okay, but not mandatory.
Lots more variety than usual on this release. There are some songs reminiscent of the GBH of yore, but they’ve slowed down their thrash on others, added a lot more melody, and even have a couple of non-thrash tunes. Can’t say if it makes for a better overall record, but they’re at least opening up.
Pretty good garage-y punk but what rules here are the straightforward thoughtful lyrics which conquer war, religion, homophobia, and more. Good sentiments.
Produced by Giorgio Gomelsky (of YARDBIRDS fame), and “produced” it is. Horns, lots of very laid back instrumentation that serves as a backdrop for Stephan’s ravings, as well as lots of musical styles running into each other, lurching into punk and back out. I think too much of the power is sacrificed in the name of variety, but other’s less influenced by stylistic purity might buy it.
77 style punk that only on two or three songs rises into a musically inspiring pitch. Lyrically caustic appraisals of both world politics and poser-punk problems. With a bit more cutting loose, this would make a real dent.
You gotta hand it to Wattie and co., they do keep the faith. Same old hooks, still pissed-off political lyrics, and still driving punk tunes. Lotsa thrash, some pretty repetitive, but they continue to add some variety as they have over the last several releases. On the other hand, he’s gotta keep doing this — I mean, can you imagine Wattie with a skate punk look?
Rockabilly meets the RAMONES, meaning ultra-fast rockabilly with powerful as hell drive and retardo lyrics. Fast as thrash, raging stuff that only a corpse like Elvis himself couldn’t get caught up in. Hot platter!
This live at CBGB’s album will appeal to MISFITS fans, fans of melodic punk, and malevolent folks everywhere. Non-stop power, lots of tunes, and sarcasm galore. VERBAL ABUSE, move over.
Highly produced power pop that’s got a good beat, interesting lyrics, and a homogenized sound that removes any real guts.
This album of gruff, terse hardcore contains more than a few moments of gritty diversity where DISTORTION X has a chance to demonstrate its wrenching, discordant style. Compositionally, this record lacks the good cuts it needs, but there’s good power and aggression here.
For years, after they evolved into RANK AND FILE, the DILS disavowed their punk roots as vehemently as they had previously espoused punk ideals. Either they’ve mellowed a lot, or times are hard for R&F, but in either case Chip and Tony Kinman have allowed these recordings to see the light of day. Most of this LP is circa 1980, and shows their country sound creeping into the raw punk. The remaining tracks are from 77, but the sound quality here is really bad. This is a collector’s package more than a listenable selection, harkening back to 330 Grove, Barrington Hall, and the Mab. Try to find the singles.
From the same folks that released the insane Mexican Rumble compilation, a collection of all-Mexican 60s garage bands. Now this slice of life — basically Nudelman is touted as a genius or a madman, probably a combination of the two, and has this suburban garage band backing his ranting. Try imagining WILDMAN FISHER trying to front the LYRES while both parties are out of their skulls on PCP. A stone gas.
Some pretty hot stuff here, about half thrash, half slower melodic punk with rich guitar work. Lyrical sentiments are mostly in the “peace and freedom” category. This is AOK.
Four rather ferocious tunes here, fast angry punk with spastic high pitched vocals. Pretty hot twisted material.
A really powerful mid-tempo cruncher on the A-side, heavy guitar and bass, a no-letup job. The flip is a slow droner that failed to hold my attention despite its occasional outbursts.
Their name is meant to reflect their music (not their political) views, meaning a basic guitar rock band. The tempo is mid, a bit of pop and country meets an early punk sound. More often than not, they sound too clean for me. If they were really contra, they’d be today’s RAMONES, not the REPLACEMENTS.
C.M. are from New Zealand, play fast punk a la 78 on three tunes, all of which are socio-political attacks. You probably are aware that POWERAGE comes from South Africa (4 EPs out), and play highly political punk. The new drummer here wasn’t broken in when the recording took place, and it shows painfully.
With their scary/humorous moniker, I was expecting metal, but these dudes play some cool straightforward mid-tempo to slow punk tunes. Strong material.
A very bassy instrumental sound with the occasional intrusion of synth underpins melodic female vocals on this three track flexi. One song is slow, moody, and long; the others completely forgettable.
The fast HC on this six track EP has all the energy, gruff vocals, and power you’d want. It’s also very repetitive and just on the verge of genericness — especially when those guitar leads kick in. “Lie & Truth” is hot, though.
Weird. After four obscure garage singles in the late 70s, these guys resurface with a video movie soundtrack LP. They do punk, garage, funk, blues, disco — one of those wonder mysteries.
DRI-ish approach, though sloppier and with trashier production. Little in the way of melody, long on raging noise and bitter political lyrics. French speakers by birth, the lyrics are in English. From Montreal, Canada.
Trash-a-mundo punk from CT. 23 tunes of good sound quality include “San Diego McMassacre,” “Shemp Conquered the World,” and “Get off the Stage.”
A seven song slab, very powerful sound, metalcore, etc. Can’t tell what they’re singing about and no lyric sheet. Professional hardcore, leaving little room for fun or humanity.
Fucking brutal! Totally aggro cutthroat NYHC with some metallic licks thrown in. Lyrics are in the pissed off/fed up vein. Ferocious shit!
Their second LP, this one moving away from more generic hardcore into experimentation with funk, rock, pop, but all with an edge, as well as more standard punk fare. Lyrics are again above average, a good effort.
The pop-punk on this 45 shows more of a vocal orientation in the melodies and background choruses, but the guitar sound is sharp and interesting. “Där Tiden Inte Stämmer,” a commentary on South Africa, is especially bracing. Fine record.
A one sided single, this track is sort of a mid-tempo garage-y rock tune, sounding like how a 1976 midwest pre-punk might do it, but it’s new and a rarity.
Side A is a quick, short thrasher with undecipherable screaming, while side B is an enjoyable mid-tempo basher. Not bad, but nothing overwhelming.
A pretty bleak picture painted here. On one hand, BL’AST demands we not be led, that we awaken and fight, yet on the other hand they inform us they’re withdrawing into solely self-oriented gratification. Hmmm. The music is in the FLAG-rhythm hardcore we’ve come to know, tight and powerful lurching stuff.
A bit disappointing. The singer has Jagger down to a tee, and the band has a mellow STONES bluesy sound like outtakes from the Rolling Stones Now LP. Live, they really rave, but here it’s pretty laid back. Roll over CHUCK BERRY.
I don’t know if it’s due to premature senility, living in Berkeley, or just plain spitefulness, but the older I get the more I find myself agreeing with Mykel Board’s views. Maybe it’s because the world sucks, and nothing the namby pamby peace punks do is going to change it. Anyway, here we have 6 raunchy but structurally diverse punkers and thrashers dealing with some of Mykel’s favorite themes, including self-righteous vegetarians and radfemme thought police. I almost died laughing when I first heard “Sisterhood is Powerful,” so I’d have to say this is a great mean-spirited record.
Fairly decent thrash, though a bit herky jerky at times. It’s tight, but the construction and lack of tunefulness make it seem fairly generic. One tune, though, “Self Destruct,” does stand out in its forcefulness.
Around since 82, this is AGEN’s first solo vinyl, and their sound harkens back to pre-hardcore days while there’s plenty of power here, there are plenty of tempo changes, hard post-punk sounds interspersed between the punkier parts.
Yet another positive/straight-edge act from the SoCal area. You’ve probably heard something like this before, but it still sounds darn good, even to jaded ol’ me.
One of the best EPs I’ve heard in awhile. Raging and enraged UK political thrash on one side, like CRASS meets old DISORDER and DRI. Side one consists of about a half-dozen rippers and rants, while the flip is one long song that goes through many changes/styles. Comes with insert and record want list!
Mixed with the gore tunes, there’s a surprising amount of thoughtful tunes, though the onslaught of music doesn’t seem incongruous with sensitivity. Subjects include anti-pope, nuclear power, child abuse, religion. Musically, it’s standard Combat fare, tuneless speedmetal.
A calypso/noise song and a rock send-up are latest releases from MYKEL BOARD, that little daredevil himself. Otto Control and Zeppo Ramone team up for some fun at your expense.
