I have been trying to figure out what to release for Big Neck’s 100th record. This is a big milestone in the label’s career and I wanted something to reflect the moment. I went through a lot of different ideas like maybe we will repress the Baseball Furies first 3 LPs in a box set with new covers and added material, or let’s do a compilation of all the Big Neck bands from back in the day with new songs recorded at Jim Diamond’s, or let’s find a new kick ass group to launch the label for the next 15 years. A lot of ideas came and went and then the answer fell into my lap…
Tuesday 2/3 - Madison, WI @ The Frequency w/ Yonatan Gat, Lover's Spit https://www.facebook.com/events/589619901169620
Wednesday 2/4 - Chicago, IL @ The Empty Bottle w/ MAMA, Le Tour, The Sueves https://www.facebook.com/events/330278077161117/?ref=70 Thursday 2/5 - Indianapolis, IN @ Debbie's Palace of Noise and Laundry w/ Shame Thugs, Dirtbike https://www.facebook.com/events/1580769038832752/ Friday 2/6 - Detroit, MI @ UFO Factory w/ Growwing Pains
It is an amazing DC punk record. Filled with snotty punk, great guitar hooks and killer Female/Male vocals.
Go to the store and buy!
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.