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A seven-song demo with excellent lyrics. It’s on the raw side sound-wise, but otherwise it’s a fairly dynamic representation of this exciting new thrash combo. I hope they put out some vinyl soon.
Not your standard thrash fare by any means, but thrash nonetheless. Combining lightning fast and super-tight rhythms, vicious leads, and out-front singing (fine back-ups too), these SLUGS blaze their way onto the punk scene. Guitarist Steve DeMartis (ex-BAD POSTURE, and bass sub for a FLIPPER tour), a real vet of the scene, brings his metalish (but not grossly so) roots into play, which makes this debut both professional and distinctive. A good one.
These guys have been at it since at least ’76 (when they released their first EP), and they continue to produce some of the greatest garage/’60s punk/psychedelia ever. This latest effort contains a few tracks off recent compilations and EPs, but most are new and exhilarating. It may be too “pop” for some, but there’s a real bite underneath that format.
This five-song demo may eventually appear on vinyl. It’s got hardcore intensity, but slowed-down, ominous instrumentation. Paris is almost FLIPPER-ish, especially in the vocal sound and lyrical darkness.
Speedy garage grunge from Chicago on ARTICLES OF FAITH’s new label. Although SAVAGE BELIEFS’ material is real primitive, both production-wise and structurally, I have a certain weakness of that type of thing. The lyrics make some clever social observations, and both “Pink Shirt” and “Big Big Sky” have special appeal. Listen before you buy.
These tapes have been rumored to exist (and been lost) for years, but, miracle of miracles, at last they’ve been located and pressed. The remains were perhaps the hottest US band of the British Invasion type in the ’60s, yet never got the recognition they deserved and split up. This album showcases their strong points—early Jaggeresque vocals, soaring punky guitar work, and an incredible rhythm section; only one track, the bluesy “Gonna Move,” is boring.
More weird punk rock from Western Massachusetts, where kids seem to be without a care in the world. Lyrics aside, this is mostly unstartling mid-tempo stuff, but they deliver one song (“The Last Angry Man”) which is quite unique and memorable.
The spirited thrash attack on this album recalls the work of the very best Texas bands, and reveals lyric concerns which mine a blend of youthful outrage and rebellion. “Fight Back” and the LP’s title song rate as my favorites, but the entire record demonstrates remarkable consistency—a factor in no small part due to the wild, raucous production. An exciting and distinctive release.
I’m not sure why, but I didn’t think I’d like this. So imagine my surprise when it turned out to be a unique amalgam with semi-thrash tempos, sung vocals in the NY style (like the MISFITS and the UNDEAD), horror imagery, synthesized sound effects, and a real fuzzed-out guitar backing. A sharp EP that breaks the mold by effectively mixing and matching styles.
The eerie, discordant compositions on this EP call to mind girl-bands like the SLITS and the RAINCOATS, but MORBID OPERA have their own varied musical styles and distinctly American lyric concerns. Most of these six tracks are quirky and unusual, but “Liar” probably ranks as my favorite. The open-minded will undoubtedly find much of interest on this garage-y and original release.
A fun-oriented South Bay bunch emerge with a rough-sounding 14-song tape. Although there’s no new ground broken here—just some suburban kids thrashing about in their garage to things like “Gomer Pyle” and “Drunk Fight”—there’s a lot of cool guitar work.
In contrast to their former grandiose ’77-style punk, the MISFITS have adopted an all-out thrash sound on this intense nine-track album. Nevertheless, their traditional horror-rock trappings remain, resulting in a consistently powerful, dynamic, and politically neutral effort. And on that level, the compositions here are marvelously effective, embodying the blistering speed and thunderous production values which complement their occult themes.
Shouting and screaming, lunging out with harmonious melodies and musical chording at foot-stomping speed, KILLROY charges forth. A Southern California outfit that definitely pushes forward chanting energy with twin crooners, thumping drums, and an overall sound that will remind you of rejoicing Englishmen like the COCKNEY REJECTS or LA’s YOUTH BRIGADE and ADOLESCENTS.
A loud garage punk band from Maryland. The title song here is a chestnut, with its sneering vocals, dense guitars, and ultra-basic rock ’n’ roll structure; “Basket Case” is similarly down and dirty. For fans of crudeness.
I know it’s gonna be hard to keep track of another band named JERRY’S KIDZ, even though this one formed first and ends with the letter “z”. It’s doubly difficult since both are tight, ferocious thrash bands. Got the picture? Now get the record.
More warpo thrash and punk from this weird combo, featuring some bizarre arrangements, pianos, and synths. Musically, it all comes together rather than being disjointed and annoying, but the lyrics leave a lot to be desired. Their earlier humorous approach has given way to some downright reactionary sentiments in songs like “White, Straight, and Male.” Too bad.
If you ever heard their classic “Sex Orgy with the Brady Bunch” from an earlier EP, then you know what a great garage punk band the GYNECOLOGISTS are. On this tape, they crank out ten more growling, grungy slices of Midwest dementia.
The talk of Florida, these adolescent people come across in the funnypunk garage tradition. Their music is mostly in the PISTOLS and MODERN LOVERS vein, with dashes of Country & Western and thrash.
This tape features mostly mid-tempo melodic hardcore, not unlike the characteristic SoCal sound. The straight-ahead rhythms, hard-hitting drumming, and committed vocals make the DROOLING IDIOTS quite listenable.
Stop and go thrash with very good vocals from the foothills above Sacramento. They’ve got that early Greg Ginn guitar sound too, so a lot of this is pretty gnarly and distorted.
Some good psycho thrash noise with distinctive vocals, reminiscent of the MEAT PUPPETS, the BUTTHOLE SURFERS, and the CRUCIFUCKS. The recording is fine, and it makes for interesting listening, but the lyrics are as goofy as their band name indicates.
A fairly professional and distinctive effort for a band that just came out of nowhere. The CHAPPAQUIDDICK PLUS FIVE deliver very tight punky mod stuff with varying tempos, melodies, numerous subtleties, and an emphasis on singing. Depending on the cut, that approach can be a strength or a weakness.
These guys have a great crunching garage punk and thrash sound here, and they come down hard lyrically on middle class mores and problems ranging from the effects of Reaganomics to psychiatric conditioning. The production is hot, and the record comes with all sorts of weird inserts.
One of Boston’s most inventive and aware punk outfits, the FREEZE connect on this album with a clutch of viciously satiric youth anthems. Land of the Lost is chock-full of cleverly written melodic thrashers (all superbly produced), but “Megawaki Cult” and the hilarious “Food Lava” rate as my favorites due to their sheer kenetic abandon. Too hysterical and wild to be true!
Buzzsaw fuzzed-out guitars, pounding tom-toms, nimble bass playing, echoey singing, slightly metallish arrangements, and “destroy the system” lyrics characterize the first release by this Windsor, Ontario band. Most of the songs are more punk than thrash, though the tempos do pick up at times. This record has a ’78 feel to it, which makes it a nice alternative.
Pop-punk cum rock from an old Florida band that has already released two 7″ records. There’s nothing too exciting here to my ears; get their vinyl if you can find it.
Listening to this reissue, Im sure the DIMENSIONS used to terrorize high school dances in the Chicago suburbs back in the swinging ’60s with their crude re-workings of yesterday’s hits. The songs, such as the KINKS’ “I Need You,” the Stones’ “Empty Heart,” and the RAIDERS’ “Just Like Me,” are all familiar, but the DIMENSIONS’ spirit makes them worth adding to your record shelf.
If the VOIDOIDS played noisy thrash, this is what they would have sounded like. DEATH ROW plays very intense music with unique vocals and lyrics. Recommended.
This UK-only release offers the title cut (taken from their LP) and three live tracks. I’ve heard them play a lot wilder than this. “Tell Me When It’s Over” presents the band in one of their earliest and probably tamest performances, as if they’re afraid they won’t hear each other if they turn up the volume. So you gotta play this loud enough to make any sense of it. Here, they kiss their garage band days goodbye, and the comparison to the VELVET UNDERGROUND holds less water. Great liner notes, though.
Some very intense metal/thrash in the fine Minnesota tradition of HÜSKER DÜ. BOY ELROY certainly aren’t imitative, but there are certain noticeable similarities, which is OK by me. This disc is quite well-recorded, original, and very powerful.
Spooky, sparse punk that’s only slightly marred by double-tracked vocal harmonies. The A-side is a hypnotic grabber; the flip is less exciting, but has really cool screeching guitar work. Interesting, especially for VELVET UNDERGROUND fans.
AGENT ORANGE again clock in with that irresistible ’60s surf-rock sound on this new EP. Two engaging instrumentals spice up the package (“Out of Limits” and “Bite the Hand…”), but the real surprise here is a rockin’ rendition of the JEFFERSON AIRPLANE’s “Somebody to Love,” which AGENT ORANGE make uniquely their own. Solid, catchy, and fun.
A five-song job that really does it! Most of AGENT 86’s material is raunchy garage punk, but there are also a couple of thrashers. This group has been struggling in the wilds of far northern California for a while now, and it’s gratifying to see that their efforts have finally paid off. Get their zine Counterpeace, too.
The first couple of tunes would lead one to believe this band is firmly rooted in the early ’70s sound of the STOOGES/DOLLS. But further on they display their punk and hardcore side. Since this is a garage quality tape, it’s hard to tell exactly how together they are, but I suspect they’re a good outfit live.
This mostly live tape was recorded in early ’82, and features PROGRESSION CULT, NO SANITY CLAUSE, POSITIVE HATRED, ANIMALS IN DISTRESS, FEED TIME, and ANTI-HIERARCHY. It consists mainly of older-style punk, with some “skunk” material by ANIMALS IN DISTRESS. The sound quality is so-so, so this tape should be regarded primarily as an historical artifact. You had to have been there.
Fast ’77 punk with some pronounced ’60s influences in the chord changes and vocals. “Azaria” is a song about a mom whose kid was supposedly eaten by a dingo, and has some raw leads and high-pitched screams; “Y Bother” is a song in a similar vein with anti-political lyrics that may or may not be satirical.
The acknowledged leaders of the Sydney psychedelic revival scene. The SCIENTISTS seem to have more influences than just ’60s music, thought, as I detect a bit of BIRTHDAY PARTY and the CRAMPS here. Each song starts out kind of slow and plodding, but just when you think it’s not going anywhere, ka-boom!! That idea goes right down the drain in a mind-boggling whirlpool of leafy musical sewage. It’ll definitely grow on you.
This Aussie EP is sort of a mixed bag. The SKUNKS do a sleazy modified version of “Silent Night” entitled “Violent Night,” a fast punk blast with sarcastic lyrics (“Dance With the Führer), a dynamic mid-tempo punker (“Mad Song”), and a totally mundane ’77-type number (“Persian Radio”). It’s hard to make an overall judgement when faced with such unevenness.
Remember when punk was supposed to be about moving in new directions? Well, here’s a punk band with no drummer. I don’t know whether this would appeal more to avant-punk fans or industrial aficionados, but both would probably like these long, scathing dirges. Not for the squeamish.
On this 45, snarling, brooding vocals are spit out over fairly average punk instrumentation. This is medium/slow-tempo stuff, but it has some bit and excellent lyrics.
Four songs which are definitely inspired by ’60s punk, specifically by Montreal’s HAUNTED, whose “1-2-5″ gets covered here. The LIME SPIDERS play loud chord-oriented punk with tough vocals and fuzzy guitars. “25th Hour” is a killer song with the same guitar riff as the LIPSTICK KILLERS’ classic “Hindu Gods of Love.”
Fifteen songs are on this tape, but because of the poor sound quality, it’s hard to hear one of Australia’s best thrash outfits wail away. Despite this, DEPRESSION exhibit some real mania here. Fortunately, they’re about to release some vinyl, so hold tight.
Head-on thrash that reminds me of the LA style a couple of years ago. It’s fast, but not like the ultra-fast Boston-type thrash that predominates today. There’s also a trace of FLIPPER noise here. I hope they release something soon.
A real primitive-sounding EP from one of Australia’s few politically oriented bands. Musically, PROGRESSION CULT has that plodding, medium-tempo Britpunk approach, with occasional sing-alongs and a certain degree of sloppiness. The songs on the B-side have more punch, and the lyrics are quite good, but they need to cohere more to sound contemporary.
A new band featuring Rob Younger, the singer from RADIO BIRDMAN. Their music is along the same lines—crunchy, no-frills garage rock. This band was a studio group, but the current aggregation is much better live.
Unlike the Sydney garage bands, this Brisbane band is a little more on the post-punk side. They definitely live in their own little world, especially when the Arabic-style vocals on the title song are taken into account. The lyrics have Satanic overtones.
Two fantastic warpo psychobilly-tinged ’60s-ish thangs. The A-side has an irresistible rhythm punctuated by a tambourine, along with twangy guitars, dynamisim, tension, and some amazing screams; “I Wanna Be Your Minuteman” is reminiscent of some of the more hoppin’ cuts on the first GUN CLUB album. This 45 really grows on you—I already love it.
The A-side is OK power-pop in the better sense of the term, but the flip is more up-tempo and harder. Both are in a ’60s vein, with great choruses, sharp lead guitars, cool structures, and an occasional harmonica. Plus one of the members looks exactly like Brian Jones from the STONES. Unreal!
DENIZ TEK was the brains behind RADIO BIRDMAN; unfortunately, the A-side is not his best effort by any means. What makes it interesting is that the rhythm section consists of REALLY RED members, and it was recorded in Texas. The flip is an instrumental out-take from RADIO BIRDMAN’S Living Eyes album, and is a must for fans of the VENTURES or LES BAXTER.
The CELIBATE RIFLES present plenty of innovative garage rock on their debut album. Like many other Australian bands, they’ve been heavily influenced by the likes of RADIO BIRDMAN and, to a lesser extent, the SAINTS. Most of these songs fall into that raunchy guitar-oriented pattern and feature snotty ’60s vocals. But there are also a couple of lame oddball tracks like the semi-jazzy “Where Do I Go” and the rockish “Back on the Corner.” One other positive aspect of Sideroxylon is the politically aware lyrics; one negative aspect is the under-produced guitars.
