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)
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)
Xray's - "Jameson Shot" 7"
300 on colored vinyl