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)
Sonny Vincent - Cyanide Consomme - Best Review Ever!
|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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|Sonny Vincent - 'Cyanide Consommé' (Big Neck Records)|
The master of stealth releases is at it again. You pretty much have to be like a CIA agent or grand master at MI5 to be able to keep on top of the releases by Sonny Vincent which is something of a pain when the guy tends to release faultless records: a category that his new album falls into; then you find out he's only gone and released a couple of 7" singles on labels you can't find and by the time you track 'em down you have to pay way over the odds on discogs or some other unscrupulous website which kinda bums me out.
Well, I know that there is another brand new album waiting to drop that features the likes of Rat Scabies but that I know isn't quite ready and when I got notified this album was out I was hoping that it would be that one, but alas when 'Cyanide Consommé' drops and I check the players out it's not to be: but it is the most recent album he's slipped out there. A few of the track I recognise from the No Balls Records release 'Ultramafic' but only a few of them. I also know from the song of the same name as this CD it was written sometime in 2001 so fuck knows where this bad boy was done but, hey, that's not the point, right? Right!
Without further ado 'James Brown's Evil Son' literally rips through the speakers in time honoured Vincent fashion with guest saxophone from Stooge Steve Mackay. It's classic blistering Sonny Vincent. The guitars are in the red and they are ripping the speakers a new one from the opening note to the final.
'Snort My Snot' is a snarling dog of a track but 'Part 2 Screw You' is more laid back and smouldering if I might be so bold. I do love the tone Sonny gets on his guitar - it might not be as fine a noise as, say, Brian James manages to get when ringing the neck of his chosen instrument but it sure as shit isn't far behind. Even the solo sounds controlled and tempered - the man is showing restraint and I like it!
Having said that 'Corner Stone' comes in on its heels like a bull in a china shop and proceeds to kick the shit out of the listener with absolutely zero finesse but some bass guitar fretwork that can only be described as thunderous - please take a bow James Garner and take a break, you've earned it.
By the time 'Canine' is well underway I'm thinking that, sure, there is always a healthy tip of the hat to The Stooges from Mr Vincent and he's always had a Stooge or two represent on his records, but if this song was the lead track on, say, the new Iggy and The Stooges record the mainstream media would be all over it hailing it as the second coming. Sonny Vincent gets his groove well and truly on.
That rabid dog is back on the heartbreak ballad 'Jealousy'. Oh yes, right - like this was gonna be a slowie heartbreaker: it's another 100% full throttle rip snorting rocker and guitar players everywhere should be rejoicing at the sheer audacity on display from Sonny and Stephen Grujic for their six string abuse - mag-fuckin-nificent!
I must take my hat off to Sonny Vincent because I'm wracking my brain here trying to think of a shitty album he's put his name to and, you know what I don't think there is one from The Testors to Shotgun Rationale and his Bob Stinson collaboration on 'Cow Milking Music' through his solo output the guy is fucking amazing and whilst it might not be as good as 'P.I.N.S' or 'Switchblade Summer' or 'Parallax In Wonderland', nor is it 'Good Dogs Die Young' or a 'Bizzaro Hymns', it's still pretty much better than most other records you're going to hear this year and all it's done is whet my appetite for the next one which should be hot on the heels of this one.
So keep you ears to the ground, kids and it won't be too long and if you do happen to miss it dropping into the public domain fear not, 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!
Now to find me a copy of that 'Totally Fucked' 7" vinyl. Get me HQ on the phone and bring MI5 up to speed, we're going record hunting.