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PAPER BAGS:
II: 7” EP
Four cuts of potent thud punk in the fine tradition that No Front Teeth has established for itself—catchy, tight, and packed to the rafters with swagger. Crank it up and tell the boss to go fuck himself. –Jimmy Alvarado (No Front Teeth, nofrontteeth.co.uk)


ORGANS:
Breathing with the Dead: 7”
“Breathing with the Dead” is a mostly acoustic shuffler with atonal vocals, which sets the mood nicely enough. The flip, a garagy barn-stomper called “All Alone,” is the much more satisfying of the two, however. –Jimmy Alvarado (Puta!, putarecords.com)


ONSIND:
Mildred, Margie, Annie, Clarice: 10” EP
When I mention a band is feminist and acoustic I know a lot of you will automatically consider that a big bag of suck and probably try and trip me when I walk past you. I get it, I know. Understanding that, I still want to shove these four songs down all your throats, knowing you’ll eventually thank me for punching your esophagus with my personal tastes in music. Don’t believe me? Each song is about a female character from four movies: Mildred (Nurse Ratchet) from One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Margie from Fargo, Annie from Misery, and Clarice from Silence of the Lambs. So it’s smart, catchy, fun, very well written, and full of movie references. If you were listening to me talk, instead of just reading this in my voice, this is part where I grab you by your shoulders and shake you violently while proclaiming, “This is my favorite EP of the year!” very loudly in your narrow-minded face. –Donna Ramone –Guest Contributor (Plan-It-X, onsind.bandcamp.com)


OFF CAMBER:
Self-titled: Cassette
Quick, mysterious little four-songer here. Drawing from a ‘90s screamo template both European and American (Orchid, Sugar Pie Koko, Betercore, etc.) on the A side, the one song on the flip verges on John Zorn/Ruins avante garde weirdness. Cryptic lyrics, very little band info offered, creative but minimalist packaging. Not sure how much this will appeal to the majority of Razorcake’s readership—though it would’ve gone over like gangbusters in a back issue of Heartattack—but these songs are concise, jagged, and creative, and they’ve certainly piqued my interest. –Keith Rosson (Off Camber)


NUCLEAR SANTA CLAUST:
Self-titled: 7” EP

Five tracks of thud punk not far off from bands like the Spits, but with a bit more “rock” mixed in to give things a bit more of a Killed by Death sheen.

–Jimmy Alvarado (Don Giovanni)


NOUN:
Holy Hell: LP
Noun is the mostly-solo side project of Screaming Females guitarist/vocalist Marissa Paternoster. I’ve been a big fan of Screaming Females over the years, but I’m not really sure what to make of Noun. Marissa sings in all of these songs and plays guitar, piano, and any other instruments not credited to the list of guest musicians in the liner notes. From the first track, “BlackLand,” and throughout the album, we hear Paternoster exploring her vocal range to good effect. She’s clearly a talented vocalist beyond being the eponymous screaming female in her main band. As an album though, Holy Hell is a bit all over the place. There are tracks that sound like they could easily have been Screaming Females singles, or tracks—like the aforementioned “BlackLand,” and “Call Earth”—which sound like something else entirely. The songs that don’t sound like Screaming Females were the tracks that most interested me on this, mainly the tracks where Marissa plays piano and sings. There was a very cabaret feel to these songs that I was into. While I was a bit more intrigued by the songs that didn’t sound like Paternoster’s main band, overall this didn’t move me the same way Screaming Females does. –Paul J. Comeau (Don Giovanni)


NOT YET!:
It’s a Small World, Alcohol: Cassette
Just when I am about to write off modern punk rock, releases like this one find their way into my hands thus restoring my faith in the musical form. Not Yet! seems to be the brainchild of YouTube sensation Jose Anything. Given the chance to flesh out his songs within a band format really takes his material to a higher level. Thematically, the songs are of the “young, drunk, and in love” variety but don’t come off as cheesy or schmaltzy. Containing only four songs, this tape left me wanting more. In fact, this tape is clearly one of the best things I’ve heard this year. I am looking forward to hearing more from Not Yet! –Garrett Barnwell (John Wilkes Booth)


NO:
Can You Dig It: LP
Ripping punk’n’roll from Connecticut, No have been tearing up shows in the Northeast for awhile now. At long last, their debut LP is now available for your listening pleasure, bringing every ounce of the ripping party that is a No live show to your living room—minus other sweaty punks knocking over your furniture and spilling beer everywhere. Offering up super catchy riffs with lots of guitar shredding, care of guitarist/vocalist Carlo Frese, and lots of epic singalongs, this LP offers everything I could want in a fun punk’n’roll album. I couldn’t stop listening to this, and you won’t want to either. –Paul J. Comeau (Electric Indian, nowaitwhat@gmail.com)


NO CLASS:
II: LP
Picks up where their first LP left off. The songs are thrashing and tense with some stop go parts, quick tempo changes, and some noisy parts that make their presence known here more than before. You can hear the band starting to push at the boundaries of their sound and see where they can take it. “That’s Just You...” has a noisy middle with some voice overs muttering in the din, and the results are okay. But I think they have the ability to do much better. They seamlessly transition into the rager “Burning Bridges” which cranks the energy to the red. And then they end the song with just a guitar hitting notes and letting them float into the air and fade away. Actually very cool and a nice switch. Totally changes the mood of the record for a brief moment from anger to somber. “Let Down,” which closes the record, is the definite standout. A bit speedy, with some avalanche-style percussion that sends the song over the edge. Interested to see what these guys have planned next. This is pretty damn good. –Matt Average (Deranged, derangedrecords.com)


NEON PISS:
Self-titled: LP
Bay Area hardcore-influenced punk that feels heavily inspired by bands from both Copenhagen and Umeå. Think Wasted Sounds, Ny Våg, Kick N’ Punch, or Hjernespind. Shit’s-fucked tunes that pack a mangy, soggy sound. The punk just drips off, leaving a puddle you dare not step in. Consisting of four veterans of the best leaky basements and cramped living rooms that DIY has to offer, Neon Piss is a truly talented outfit. And for all those “Regulations vs. The Vicious” debates that were never resolved, hopefully now we can all now just agree on Neon Piss. –Daryl Gussin (Deranged)


MURDERBURGERS, THE:
How to Ruin Your Life: CD
An album’s worth of pretty convincing pop punk from Scotland. Maddy Tight Pants would have a lengthy review ready, complete with cereal comparisons, but me, I’ll just say they sound like a pretty convincing do-over of How to Make Enemies-period Screeching Weasel, without the heavy pop culture nods. Songs like “Broken Brain” carry a surprisingly dark undertone to them, while the follow-up “Moron” (with its notably catchy chorus of “You’re a fucking moron” x 100 or so) takes a blitzkrieg Ramones approach. It’s hard to make stuff like this truly memorable, but the Murderburgers aren’t slouches. Nothing new, but How to Ruin Your Life is certainly nothing for fans of It’s Alive, Red Scare, or the Lookout back catalog to shy away from. –Keith Rosson (Monster Zero)


MULTICULT:
Spaces Tangled: LP
Out of Baltimore, this trio has let their second full length fly. In “Stop Calling,” post grunge builds on noise rock with sharply strummed chords and battle cry vocals. “Groteske” showcases their ironic lyrics with a shout out to Gerard Depardieu and almost sounds like it’s played at 35 RPM instead of 45 with its slow-as-molasses crescendo. I kept anticipating the rest of the melody and wanting to pull the song along—not a bad thing! “Billows” is the most straight forward grunge’n’roll track constructed on a couple of fuzzed-out, alternating guitar hooks. Pulling from At the Drive-In’s pure energy and others like Bad Brains and New York’s Manual Zombie, Multicult has handpicked some of the best components of post punk in attempts to assemble a new patronage. I’m all in. Recommended. –Kristen K (Sleeping Giant Glossolalia, sleepinggiantglossolalia.com)


MOOVALYA:
Self-titled: CD
I went to the first two Warped Tours, skipped a year, went back in 1998 and then stopped going for a while. Then one of the bands playing a local Warped date stayed with me in 2002, so I went back. I had an embarrassingly good time and started attending Warped Tour again. In recent years, the majority of bands on the tour play a very complicated new form of emo, with screamed lyrics over technically adept hardcore. Moovalya is more accessible than most contemporary new school emo-influenced punk. They’re the sort of band that can make older snobs understand the appeal of the present day Warped Tour sound. There’s a definite link from the music of the past to this newish form, but its immediate influence is itself. Chances are, the kids are having more fun than you are. Why not check out what they’re into? –Art Ettinger (Dagger Sight, daggersight.com)


MODERN DAY RIPPERS:
Rip It Up in a Modern Way: CD
Debut record from these grizzled Chicago punk vets. What would Fear sound like fronted by Jello? Maybe something like this! “C.T.A.” and “Liquor Store Blues” are my favorites here. There are also some tunes about various drugs you can ingest in your free time. The back cover was a nice touch too. I would like to see these dudes live at some point, but I don’t think I would shake the singer’s hand afterwards, since his name is Germ. –Sean Koepenick (Sexy Baby)


MIDNITE SNAXXX:
You Kill Me: 7”
Three songs from new snot rock seamstresses Midnite Snaxxx. Members include Bobbyteens singer Tina Lucchesi on drums. I might have my head up my ass for being a Bobbyteens fan, but this band rocks and rolls the same road, and, therefore, I’m way into it. –Billups Allen (Goner)


M.O.T.O.:
Bolt!: LP
The first time i saw MOTO they were playing in a Chicago record store on some Independence Day or another, and, after making my way to the merch zone, i was absolutely gobsmacked by what i saw: Dozens and dozens—for all i knew, hundreds and hundreds—of different MOTO CD-R’s for sale. A fucking ocean of hand-lettered song-titles, crudely scrawled illustrations, and slimline jewel cases. MOTO songs, twenty at a crack, as far as the eye could see, in what might as well have been an infinite recursion. I was paralyzed. I didn’t know where to start. I didn’t know what to buy first. My brain shut down; i wound up not buying anything and spending all my money on Old Style® at Wrigley Field. Paul Caporino has written and recorded a fuck-ton of songs. A FUCKING FUCK-TON! I’d say the guy is legitimately up there with über-prolific street crazies like Daniel Johnston or Wesley Willis in terms of sheer volume of output, and the appellation of “the punk rock Guided By Voices” isn’t that far from the mark. This particular album is a re-issue of a twenty-song 1986 cassette, and is a stone hoot from start to finish. In addition to supplying the well-known “Dick about It” and “Month of Sundays,” “Bolt!” also houses a spate of equally mind-blowingly offbeat punky-poppy obscurities, like “Catholic World” “Destroy the Earth” “Killer Shrews” “Sickle Cell Express” and “Buckingham.” “Sickle Cell Express” is particularly amazing, in that if you woulda blindfolded me and asked me what year in which i imagined that song to be recorded, i would’ve said “1967, and probably on one of those ‘Boulders’ records!”, at least until it got to the part about Frank Sinatra shaving off his pubic hair. If you would have perpetrated the same schtick with “Buckingham,” i would have said “1971,” and, absent any references to the Chairman of the Board’s manscaping, would never have been the wiser. CONSUMERS!!! PARALYZE NO FURTHER!!! IF YOU ONLY BUY THIRTY MOTO RECORDS THIS MONTH, MAKE THIS ONE OF THEM!!! BEST SONG: “Sickle Cell Express” BEST SONG TITLE: “Walk Don’t Walk” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: The album cover looks like the Jolt® logo, but the original cassette cover looks more like the Flash’s logo. Where’s Sheldon Cooper when ya need him? –Rev. Norb (Rerun)


LOVE COLLECTOR:
Human Bodies: 7” EP
The one-sheet describes ‘em as “Buzzcocks meet Bloodstains across Texas,” but I’m definitely not hearing the former in there (okay, maybe a smidge in “Non-Stop Love”). What I do hear here is some prime-grade sloppy trash punk very much in line with the Rip Off Records stable o’ noise, not too fast, but emphatic and memorable. –Jimmy Alvarado (CQ, cqrecords.com))


LITERATURE:
Arab Spring: LP
Indie pop with different little bits—‘60s jangle, ‘70s power pop, ‘80s twee, and ‘90s, well, indie pop—mixed together. The general mood’s upbeat, the songs well written and infectious. –Jimmy Alvarado (Square Of Opposition)


LIKE BATS:
Midwest Nothing: LP
Pop punk in the post-Hüsker/Leatherface/Descendents vein. Gruff vocals, a sly reference to U2’s “Sunday Bloody Sunday” in the first song’s guitar lead, and no shortage of lyrics about dysfunctional living and dysfunctional loving. –Jimmy Alvarado (Bloated Cat)


LIKE BATS:
Midwest Nothing: LP
Full disclosure: I’ve never been a fan of Lawrence Arms, and it is incredibly difficult to discuss this band without making the comparison. This is distinctively Midwestern punk rock with nasally yet gruff vocals. With that said, a couple listens in and I think I’m a fan. While a little under half of the songs fall flat, the rest of this album is top notch. Like Bats really excels when things get a bit more mid-tempo, a bit darker, a bit more melodic, and a bit heavier. Those moments are so much more memorable than their more straightforward pop punk moments. In my mind, this nine song LP would have made a killer four or five song 7”. Regardless, this record is worth picking up, and I look forward to hearing what direction this band chooses to go in next. –Chris Mason (John Wilkes Booth/Bloated Cat)


KING TUFF:
Self-titled: LP
Second King Tuff album, second of his bands to be on Sub Pop (the other being Happy Birthday’s 2010 self-titled album, which might as well have been called King Tuff with Synthesizers.) I never did understand the Sub Pop connection, as King Tuff always struck me more as a Burger Records type of laid back, white-trash-hep, small town-to-Brooklyn type. Shows what I know! Anyway, this is a pretty good pop garage record, not as immediately great as Was Dead but it grows on me with each listen. Mr. Tuff continues to espouse the slacker lifestyle with jams like “Alone and Stoned,” “Keep on Movin’” and “Loser’s Wall.” “Bad Thing” is my favorite. The packaging is nice; includes thick stock cover and a four page lyrics/art sheet. –Sal Lucci (Sub Pop)


KIDDA BAND:
“Fighting My Way Back” b/w “Saturday Night Fever”: 7”
I’ve already spilt copious quarts of seed in these pages expressing my admiration for the late ‘70s/early ‘80s UK punk-pop-power-pop of the Incredible Kidda Band; everyone in the world should obtain the “Too Much Too Little Too Late” double album, feast upon the band’s Starjets/Records/Pop Mullet ethos, and that’s that. Since i’ve heard all these songs a jillion times over, the various Kidda Band 45s being pumped out today are more like cool fan trinkets than actual Passports Into Awesome for me; this reissue of the band’s second 45 ((originally released in 1979 on Carrere Records)) comes in an authentic plain white sleeve in authentic black vinyl with an authentic pink label with “KIDDA BAND” and “Fighting My Way Back To You” and most of the other stuff written horizontally in black letters, and “CARRERE RECORDS” written in larger white letters up the side. I’m not exactly sure why i need it, but it does look nice sitting around the hotel pool with me, so i’m glad to have it on board. More snickerdoodles, dear? BEST SONG: “Fighting My Way Back” BEST SONG TITLE: Uh… i’ll say “Saturday Night Fever,” since that’s my favorite Devil Dogs album. FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: The A-side has a big “A” on it, but the B-side doesn’t have a big “B” on it. Weird. –Rev. Norb (Last Laugh)


KID LITTLE:
Let Yourself Go: Cassette
A supergroup of sorts, featuring various San Pedro, California residents who also happen to be members of Killer Dreamer, Toys That Kill, Underground Railroad To Candyland, and others I may not be aware of. This is basically the sound of some jam sessions gone incredibly right between friends who all share a deep appreciation for bare-bones garage punk. You could hardly ask for more and should not expect anything less than the soundtrack to a rockin’ good time from these folks. –Juan Espinosa (Burger c/o Kid Little)


KEITH WALSH EXPERIENCE, THE:
Motorik: CD
I like music that leaves me wondering, “What the hell does this guy do?” No, not your band... I know exactly what your band does. You guys put beer in koozies and namedrop that guy from The Ergs! No, I like music that is so out there and wacky that it leaves you begging to know what the guy behind it does. For instance, The Keith Walsh Experience, a one-man band from Los Angeles who plays oddball, sci-fi-themed stuff and just kills it! Aside from thinking, “Jesus fucking Christ, this ROCKS!” what comes to mind while listening to Motorik is, “What does Keith Walsh do”? Does he lock himself away in his basement apartment reading old, pulp, sci-fi mags and comic books until he comes up with his next song of awesomeness? Does he wander
Hollywood Boulevard
mumbling to himself? Or does he stand on a soapbox preaching his anarcho-futurism? Then again, maybe he’s just another black leather jacketed punk. (Excuse me if I like my eccentrics eccentric.) But whatever this guy’s deal is and no matter how much I enjoy the mystery of it, it’s only aggregate to a magnificent whole. See, Motorik is just fucking brilliant. Each song uses sci-fi themes as metaphors for advancing as humans, both as a species and as individuals. It’s super positive in its lofty declarations. With an immensely engaging, deep late Iggy Pop baritone Walsh shouts his anthems, “Life is a mountain, better than a hill/take me to the valleys and let me get my thrills” and, “Yes, we are the Futurists!”, and it’s truly inspiring. He does this while battering a drumset with his feet, playing guitar, and—at times—even a harmonica all at the same time. He’s a visionary, I tell ya. This guy’s on par with all of the weirdoes like Doctor Octagon, Hasil Adkins, Frank Zappa, and Pere Ubu. If you’re familiar with Roctober, this is the kind of music they freak out about: weird music by weird people. However, don’t get me wrong, it’s not the kind of weirdness that you only play every now and then. No, this is infectious, charismatic, addictive, whackjob, utopian rock’n’roll you’ll come back to again and again. –Craven (Self-released, keithwalshexperience.com)


KAM KAMA:
The Tiled House: LP
I’ve probably listened to these six songs more than all my other review materials combined. It’s become my breakfast and bedtime record. It somehow manages to both get me psyched and calm me down. The cover of this LP is black and white checkers, so you can’t blame me for expecting ska, which I adore, but what blasted out of my speakers was even better. I can’t quite pigeonhole their sound, which is such a rare treat. I’d say it’s almost post punk, reminiscent of Joy Division or Echo & The Bunnymen, but with a real modern Whitest Boy Alive vibe. This is such a great batch of songs; I get excited just writing this review, hoping someone will actually check them out. I’m grateful for this music and its ability to make me dance around my kitchen or doze off as I cuddle with my wife. –Rene Navarro (Sister Cylinder, sistercylinder.bigcartel.com))


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