Big Neck Fest
October 10, 2015
Empty Bottle - Chicago
9 pm Sharp
Sonny Vincent (The World)
Fire Retarded (Madison, WI)
Heavy Times (Chicago)
Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (DC)
Fatal Figures (Buffalo)
Danger Signs (Pittsburgh)
A lot of zines and blogs emailed me this year to hand over a list of top records, bands, shows, etc.. for 2014. Sadley, I ignored most of them and I apologize my friends, next year I will create the lists for you and submit. Because I ignored them, I thought long and hard about my top ten records of 2014 or at least top ten of 2014. Here it is:
Musk – S/T Holy Mountain – Best Goddamned album of the year, hands down!
Golden Pelicans – S/T Total Punk – Best new punk in years
Off With Their Heads – Home Epitaph - I know it was released in 2013, but I didn’t listen till 2014
Fire Retarded – Scroggz Manor Big Neck Records – Love seeing Bobby Hussy getting into punk
Sonny Vincent & Spite – Super group of super Groups!
OBN III’s – Third Time to Harm Tic Tac Totally – if you love rock n roll, you must love this band
Pissed Jeans – Shallow (reissue SubPop) – Great reissue and very much needed
Bloodstains Across Buffalo V/A Extra Evidence – If you are from Buffalo you will love this record
Activations – Radio On/Attack Big Neck Records – Best new punk single in years! Dan Radiobeat kills it.
Sammy Hagar Birthday Bash in Las Vegas – Are you kidding? It’s Sammy Hagar and we were in a private tent drinking next to the stage! I know this is not a record it was just the best damn time that year.
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)