We pulled all of our records from the warehouse and found a lot of stock that we did not know was there. So, I created a new Bandcamp store to sell the new releases and I put together plenty of great deals to catch up with Big Neck!
30 CDs for $25!
Tom Potter Package (photo below)
Catching up with Musk via a Tractor Sex Fatality Package
Catching up with Beasteater via a Blowtops/Fatal Figures Package
We will continue to add more deals and more merch. Go to the store and take advantage of them while they last!
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)
History Part 4
Review of Stop Worrying Single from 7 Inches Blog
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
A-Side "I'm haunted (and your a fucking ghost)" captures that paper-thin punk sound where those drums just won’t be contained and the mix is just bleeding all over itself. The crunchy guitars bang against Sal’s vocal with all sorts of attitude for this type of dirty pop stuff with rackety, scratchy snotty guitars, taking deep breaths and breaking into choruses. Real warped bending solo - a little bit damaged, they don’t ever let go of this heavy straightforward stomp beat and off rhythm stutter guitar. It’s a song you'd put together in a weekend garage session and then take it as serious as this in a studio.
B-Side’s “Yellow Black & Blue” is a heavy thrust of distortion, going back to 7 Seconds, and their sk8 soundtrack sound. Piled up raw drums and distortion, more manic style vocal with nothing to lose, this is the color you'd get from hours of kick flipping unsuccessfully in the church parking lot. Mike’s on this one with a semi drunken drawl, trying hard to get it out, barley forming the words to screaming and falling down. "I don't wanna be a (Low Hanging Fruit)” has a slow, more melodic beat here, with vocals screaming in an upper register - Sal Go or Mike – hard to tell sometimes, it’s not an obvious back and forth between the sexes they have a similar range and it combines into one punk party. The rest of the band joins in to round out the backup yell chorus. Strummed distorted guitars drop down to a mellow chorus, they're taking some time to get more pop in here, that fun loving pop that isn’t burdened by too much hardcore angsty bullshit and I think Jay would approve.