Jameson Shot: 7” EP
Jameson whiskey goes down fine, and finer still are the X-Rays! of Nottingham for supporting neighboring Ireland’s economy. What isn’t fine is the way waking up to the aftertaste of whiskey has cross-wired my brain to think that whiskey actually tastes like hangovers. But that’s my problem. For the strong eared and stomached, every song on Jameson Shot will please, neat or with ice or water. G-Man’s guitar roars with bottom dollar distortion and Gary X-Ray’s weasely shouts are perfect on tracks like “Drinking for My Baby,” crafting gleefully shitty rock of the street punk feel, minus the aggression and double the cheese. I can just get through these three tracks before the X-Rays! liquor slap overwhelms my system, which needs some watery lager (tempo changes) mixed in with the hard stuff so I can stand on solid legs and flip the record, which comes on marbled vomit grey vinyl. –Jim Joyce (Big Neck)
Scroggz Manor: CD
Scuffed-up garage rock fronted by a vocalist who switches easily between cocky crooning and blown-out shrieking (with a noted preference for the latter). “Garage” is about as worn-out and oversaturated as a genre prefix can get these days, but Fire Retarded do spice things up with some unorthodox deviations into weirdo psych rock riffage. Comparisons to The Reatards are inevitable—do you think the name’s a coincidence? This stuff is fast, frenzied, and dirty. –Indiana Laub (Big Neck)
Razorcake/Gorsky Press, Inc. just reviewed 3 of our records in issue #82. Go buy and check them out. I will post them up here, 1 a day for the next 3 days. Oddly, they have not reviewed Sonny Vincent's new album.
Trust Fun Suicide: 7”EP
Female fronted, this four piece outta DC slaps together members of Lady Cop, Electrocutions, and SWALTB. Three new garage punk songs which cast shadows of The Runaways tear off into the title track, a jangly fuck you to all the trust fund babies and their inherited swag. Sal Go, the female vocalist, spits the title like a punch to their pretty, cocaine-eaten noses. “Ice Cream vs. Gasoline” is carried by a tight guitar hook like early Bass Drum Of Death. On the flip side, “Cut by a Hog” continues the catchy guitar leading into a clear, chirping solo and Sal’s sloppy Courtney Love voice. While all of this is well and good, they sound like an opening act—there to warm up the crowd, as the material isn’t especially engaging or memorable. But the fundamentals are there and with a little time and experimentation, they’ll be headlining a dive near you. –Kristen K. (Big Neck)
Alright it’s been a while since I posted and I’ll be having a big batch of reviews coming soon as well as my best of 2012 list! So stick tight for that!
But! Before we get into the review for the highly anticipated debut LP by Fatal Figures we should give ya a little info about where this band came from…Fatal Figures is made up of three members of the now defunct Blowtops: a high octane, extremely prolific beast that was a completely revered Buffalo, NY institution. Out of their ashes comes an uncompromising breath of fresh punk air. Caterwaul is Fatal Figures debut LP (out on our good buds’ label Big Neck Records) and I know this has been in the works for close to two years. There are moments on Caterwaul that make me think of an amped up and bass-laden Bantam Rooster (“Television” and “Party Girl” most notably). The over the top drawly delivery mixed with the staggering guitar riffage harkens back to the Crypt Records catalogue in all the right ways. On the A-Side closer, “Wayne Bent”, you find the band grappling with lumbering, drugged out lows. The nonchalant vocal delivery is a perfect complement alongside the meandering bass and riveting drums that hold this dirge together. But I think they really hit their stride on the B-Side. Most notably with the EXCELLENT cut, “New God”, where female and male vocals collide to great effect. Overall, this record will pummel you, albeit quickly….very quickly. The whole thing is a flash of wild punk aggression that’s over after nine short bursts…basically you’ll want to catch this while you can…before it flies by and yr stuck on yr couch drunk and listening to the blank hum of a stereo cranked too loud with no tunes flowin’ outta it.
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