A real mixed bag of smart and dumb lyrics hardcore, and metalcore music. It’s largely on the sharp side, though, and all the music rocks. I know Kent likes it, but she likes anything from North Carolina.
A bit livelier than their debut 12″, but the accent is still on drastic lyrics, throbbing and abrasive music, and a post-punk overall feel. Very good punk indeed, a sound that harkens back but remains modern.
Quirky, jangly hard pop meets the DC sound. Arrangements are complex and broken up in a way that makes it difficult to find the groove, and given the medium-pacing of most tunes, it’s a challenge.
Don’t expect a simple, straight ahead punk rock record here. From the brooding, dark passages that explore into full passioned screams to their mixture of psychedelic and metal, this debut comes across as a mature, well thought-out sound. You hear something new every time you hear it.
More in the current wave of “positive” HC bands owing most to 7 SECONDS and MINOR THREAT. And, as the title implies, the impetus is to think before acting, set to a driving mid-to-fast tempo. Good effort.
The long awaited release from this SoCal band proves to be, for the most part, a strong release that shows growth and change. Musically, the music contains powerful HC melodies at a mid-tempo pace, with chanting choruses and simple structures.
A ridiculous name and a ridiculous band. It’s that ol’ youthful attack, folks: slash and crash and make fun of everything, and “who gives a shit if it sounds horrible ’cause we’re havin’ fun!” Garage: love it or leave it.
Fun-loving hardcore from SoCal. The lyrics are all satirical, the sound is pretty trashy, and the general feel is rambunctious and adolescent. Some of the instrumental work collapses in upon itself, but the smooth vocals and throbbing bass push them into the credit column.
With all the skill of an early GERMS record, these guys will punk rock their way into your twisted little heart. Aptly titled, this EP is goofy and enjoyable. Playable at any speed.
Retardo punk rock from SoCal. In the tradition of ROACH MOTEL, ANGRY SAMOANS, MENTALLY ILL and others with an “I don’t give a fuck” freewheeling attitude. Their second EP, no progress, and that’s good.
You know right from the start that this will blast a hole in your heart. A raver, full of high quality straight-ahead hardcore with nary a trace of metal. Powerful as hell!
The reigning kings of booger-rock transplanted from Texas to San Francisco debut their first platter. (Their first release was a home-made eight track tape, and this disc lives up to its spastic reputation.) It’s almost as if retarded children, discovering Captain Beefheart, decide to play in a rock band. Music to wet your pants by.
You’re probably already familiar with most of the sixteen bands collected here (including the OUTPATIENTS, N.O.T.A., NO LABELS, C.I.A., IMPACT UNIT, C.O.C., SEPTIC DEATH, R.O.T.A., and STALAG 13, among others. Each of them has donated two to four tracks which together add up to one fine tape.
This installment, The Wound Deepens, contains a few tracks each from an international line-up. Hot stuff from E.A.T.E.R, STRANGLEHOLD, HALF LIFE, CÁ”LERA, PANDEMONIUM, LEGION OF PARASITES, and others. Excellent selections and fun listening.
