|Sonny Vincent - 'Cyanide Consommé' (Big Neck Records)|
I'm on it and will shout from the rooftops once more: Sonny fucking Vincent has a new record out and you should buy it because it's a killer release crammed full of fourteen noisey, punk rock attitude, rock and rolla, motherfucking songs! Now thats 'Cyanide Consommé' pretty much in a nut shell!
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Madison garage-punk outfit Fire Retarded‘s debut full-length, ‘Scroggz Manor,’ crams a lot more melody, swing, and space into the thwacking frenzy the band has cultivated at its shows and on last year’s ‘High Horse’ EP. (Previously, they’ve teased the album online with “Meat Stairs” and “Nothing Said.”) The relatively new band still centers around guitarist Tyler Fassnacht’s raw, often screamed vocals and drummer Alex Ross’ direct, shambling rhythms. The addition of Hussy member Bobby Hussy on second guitar (full disclosure: Bobby and I work together a bit at MadCity Music Exchange), who also recorded the album, helps to flesh out the approach here, including new versions of two songs from the EP. The album’s closing track, “Overrated Kayak,” is a much bigger surprise, running longer than five minutes to the band’s usual two-minutes-ish, and slowing down for a bit of jangly, sweetly sad power-pop. But for now, I wanted to focus on what the band does with the one minute and 45 seconds of “Brain Burger,” cramming a catchy vocal melody into the verses even as Fassnacht and Hussy’s guitars cultivate a deceptively unstable, messy feel before tightening up for a prodding, shouted chorus. Stream the song above.
A band who seem intent on trying to be this year’s Old Firm Casuals when it comes to most mentions in The Uber Rock Singles Club are garage punk rock leg-ends The X- Rays. Seemingly not content with just releasing a mighty fine split 7" with The Hip Priests. Gary X-Ray and his bunch of reformed punk rock reprobates return via Big Neck Records with a 3 track pink vinyl 7 " all of their own. 'Jameson Shot' kicks things off in fine form too all squealing guitars and overdriven vocals, this is supershitty punk rock to the max make no mistake.
'Drinking For My Baby' (I’m noticing a them here are you?) on the B side continues the frenzied attack bringing to mind Gary's days spent fronting those Hip Hop Priests. Whilst 'Retaliate Now' the final track here actually has guitarist G-Man conjuring up images of Wayne Kramer at times proving to be a welcome distraction to the usual nonstop chaos the guys conjure up. The X-Rays are back with a bang with this 7", but make sure you get your copy before it’s too late.
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"Caesar The Deceiver" recalls The Makeup, blowing out a straight, bubblegum rock with shades of blues emotion. Solid and driving 4/4 rhythm with blown out distorted vocals, really shot into the stratosphere. Give into this head bashing, smart solo that’s not even garage so much as an RnB rock and soul sound. Lifting right from the heavy rock blues, they briefly start this track and then stop about four times …the god damn tape is rolling, but you have to build up to this. It might take a few tries to nail it and then there’s no stopping this. "1984" moves on to spazz punk with a hillbilly Cramps vibe, something about a sex toy? Screaming in the basement with feedback phaser? Damn they’re getting dense creep sounds out of a standard setup, not too many effects, just turn it up to 11. An older ghost of evil from the future blowing out tunes and dragging this fuzzy garage in from the backwoods - this ain’t no warehouse in Williamsburg, it's the abandoned factory near the seascann.
B-Side’s "Nowhere To Go" scratches guitars next to rapid-fire vocals buried under their own distortion. Punchy power pop chords they have to really get the singing going together, that chorus is key. Power melodic distortion, less garage-y but could be right at home on a Sing Sing or Mighty Mouth release. Stripped and minimal, like the best punk, the guitar is positively peaking into the highest treble heights; this is on par with the recent Australian punk, scuzzy Nashville or Oakland sounds. Welcome to a new corner of the world, garage fuzz. "Something Wrong" You’re telling me there’s an entire LP of this? The static is necessary and perfect, almost getting Hunx or Shannon with the strumming prom night tones. The fuzz runs deep from the 13th floor Elevators straight into pop garages and they yell the hell out of this thing. “Something’s wrong with me!!!” They just might be a little too convincing. There’s a Clash attention to melody detail and rockabilly that leaves me checking the speakers, the static texture running all over this is just perfect, I don't want there to be a loose connection. This station is perfectly not tuned in right.
Get it from Big Neck Records who also put out that LP or Psycho Sounds if you end up in Ireland.