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ONIONS, THE:
Self-titled: LP
These guys have been around for a while, pounding out their take on the beer-swilling, KBD-inspired garage punk’n’roll. If that’s your thing, this fourteen-song LP will not disappoint. Of the songs on here, two feature vocals by fellow Wisconsinite Rev. Nørb of Boris The Sprinkler. This is totally solid, no-frills Midwestern punk rock, completely and totally DIY, and limited to three hundred copies. –Mark Twistworthy (Brad X, bradxtapesondemand.webs.com)


FINAL CONFLICT:
Nineteen Eighty-Five: LP

Jeez, I must’ve seen these cats about a billion times back in the glory/gory days of Fender’s Ballroom in Long Beach. As I recall, they were one of a few bands that marked a line in the sand between some of the older punks who didn’t like the increasingly stratified—and increasingly metal, with all the stupid mentality in tow—direction punk/hardcore was going, and the younger crowd coming up who were often only interested in shit they could slamdance to. Like fellow locals Dissension, Final Conflict’s sound hinted at the thrash-influenced metal direction a lot of bands were veering towards back then, yet they managed to keep both feet and lyrical subject matter firmly planted in the anarcho-hardcore of bands like Crucifix and Discharge. Collected here is their first demo, recorded in the titular year employing the primitive ways and means that were the norm back then. The sound here’s only slightly muffled (we’re talking about recordings that date back some twenty-eight years, you know) but the tunes, some of which made it onto their ripping Ashes to Ashes LP are choice cuts of tight, breakneck-paced thrash and angry rants about war, the system, and other assorted subjects that remain too uncomfortably topical.

–Jimmy Alvarado (540, chaosintejas.com/540))


FERAL TRASH:
Dead Eyes: 7”

Canada is the place to be, it would seem, or at least it is if you like good music. So much of what I like these days seems to come from north of the U.S.A. border and Feral Trash is no exception. With a no-nonsense and edgy mid-tempo approach, this trio provides four bundles of warm fuzzy goodness, all of which give me the impression of a band midway between Low Culture and Royal Headache.

–Rich Cocksedge (Dirt Cult, dirtcultrecords@gmail.com, dirtcultrecords.com)


NOCIVOS:
Tiempo de Desastre: CD
Mid-tempo-to-gallop-speed Spanish punk rock. The recording’s clean, the performance spirited, the songs are catchy, and they definitely know how to wield a sing-along chorus. –Jimmy Alvarado (Nocivos, facebook.com/nocivos)


FAIRBANKS:
Eat This Record: CDEP

Fairbanks is a pop punk trio from Dallas, Texas, a city I would not normally associate with the genre. Eat This Record digs deep, mining the same vein which catapulted many ‘90s bands into the limelight and made pop punk an ever-so-brief part of mainstream culture. I don’t know if Fairbanks will have the same success of their forebears, but their influences are unmistakable.

–Paul J. Comeau (Urban Scandal)


NO///SÉ:
: 7"
It took less than ten seconds for “Beach Bathroom Bingo” to seduce me to the point that I was ready to go down on my knees and beg for more. The 2012 debut album by NO​/​/​/​sé (ex-Glass & Ashes, Young Livers) was very good, but a slight change in the recording / production on this single has resulted in the band sounding even better—none of the oomph has been lost but everything just seems more together without any frayed edges. These guys are setting the standard for quality melodic punk rock with a no-nonsense, rock’n’roll-influenced approach that delivers on all levels. Even the extra track which comes via the download code isn’t too shabby either. Easily one of the best singles of 2013. For those seeking this out, and you should be doing so, 1859 is in the U.S. and Different Kitchen is in the U.K –Rich Cocksedge (1859, 1859records.storenvy.com / Different Kitchen, differentkitchen.bigcartel.com)


EX-CULT:
Mr. Fantasy: 7”

Ex-Cult is Goner Records’ current hot band. I don’t know how to describe the themes of their songs—haunted, obsessive, paranoid? Let’s go with all three. I still don’t know how to genre type them or even what to call them. Post-punk? But if I don’t like post-punk, how can I like Ex-Cult? I’ve seen Ex-Cult twice, a year apart. Regular touring has made them much tighter, more propulsive, and wilder on stage. I think that is how Ex-Cult wants to be, but I’m having some trouble getting that feeling just from listening to their records. The mix on this 7” seems a little less muddy than last year’s full length. It seems like the singer’s voice has deepened a bit too. A little more low-end punch might be all they need. Goner is a good home for these Memphis cats, but I can totally see Total Punk putting out a future 7”.

–Sal Lucci (Goner)


DREAM DECAY:
NVNVNV: LP

Anyone familiar with Iron Lung Records will know their penchant for unpleasant, difficult noise, whether it’s the blazing thrash of No Statik or the fucked up blast weirdness of Iron Lung themselves. I love the label and respect how they push the boundaries, but just could not hang with this disc on any level. Discordant, fucked up noise sludge. Tricky time signatures, vocals buried under a seething mass of noise. This record made me seasick and nervous. It took four attempts to get through it. I understand noise as a feeling, but this is way out there for me. Fans of Iron Lung, Lightening Bolt, and weird fucking vibes take note.

–Tim Brooks (Iron Lung, ironlungrecords.bigcartel.com)


NO SIR I WON’T:
The Door: LP
There’s nothing like wearing your influences on your sleeve… or in your name. I guessed this was going to sound like Crass, and boy was I right. I mean that in the best possible, driving-anarcho punk way, not the annoying squawking lady or the shit hippy overtones. To be honest, while the Crass label is an easy one, I think they have more in common with Conflict who carried a similar message with a more straight ahead musical style. This is powerful anarcho punk with a message that I wholeheartedly subscribed to as a youth. I signed up to the anarcho punk dogma as a teen in the ‘80s and, to be honest, much of the overly simplistic, trite lyrics about the threat of war, the system being shit, and animals being good really shaped what I have become. This is Dan from Surrender’s new band, which makes total sense, as this is a harder and faster continuation of that band. Can’t say I wholly subscribe to the anarcho dogma anymore, but I can dig it. –Tim Brooks (Framework, frameworklabel.com)


DOT DASH:
Half-Remembered Dream: CD

Remember when bands like The Jam and The Buzzcocks could balance a punk edge with a pop sensibility like a juggler with fifty bowls on their head riding a unicycle? Well, Dot Dash does. The emphasis here is on songs, and the band delivers on their third album. Songs like “Bloom/Decay” and “Shopworn Excuse” feature soaring harmonies and chiming guitars. Don’t forget the rhythm section, which is nimble and authoritative, sometimes all in the same chorus! Don’t go underground without Dot Dash in your playlist.

–Sean Koepenick (Beautiful Music)


NO MISTAKE:
Connect the Dots…Complete the Puzzle: 7" EP
Ripping, nine-track NYHC-tinged hardcore EP, fronted by veteran Mike BS of SFA and Go! These dudes seem to be based in California, but you’d be easily fooled to think they’re an East Coast band. It’s a thick, spirited, old school-sounding debut. Tough, yet not overly metallic. I’d compare them to a faster Murphy’s Law, rather than, say, Agnostic Front. Mike’s voice is almost comparable to Jimmy Gestapo at times, if we’re going to talk about NYC. One of the better HC releases I’ve heard in a while. –Steve Adamyk (Guerilla Vinyl, limogespunx.com / Refuse, refuserecords.prv.pl / Suburban White Trash, suburbanwhitetrashrecords.com)


DIE ROTZZ / THE BASTARD SONS OF MARVIN HIRSCH:
Split: 7” EP

Due Rotzz: one garage punk ditty and a smokin’, swaggering dose o’ raunchy rock’n’roll. No frills, just pure rockin’. Bastard Sons Of Marvin Hirsch: a double dose of tasty trash recalling the seedier side of the early ‘80s punk stuff. Nice split.

–Jimmy Alvarado (Go Ape)


DENIZ TEK:
Detroit: CD

Ex-Radio Birdman guitarist hits the deck running on his second solo album. “Pine Box” grinds some gears in the Stooges chassis, but from there Tek takes a U-turn. It’s still rock, but with more of a blues edge around the corners. “Can of Soup” and “Perfect World” are stand-outs, but playing Detroit while driving on a dusty highway in the desert would make a hell of a lot of sense. Solid musicianship by all the players here and well thought out songs make this record feel like a well of cold water that thirsty music lovers can come back to anytime.

–Sean Koepenick (Career, careerrecords.com)


NEW SWEARS:
Funny Isn’t Real: LP
Boy do I love it when an album’s cover accurately describes the music inside. It’s a collage of people in various states of partying. Beer, wounds, cross dressing, and an entire can of cranberry sauce being poured lovingly on a man’s chest. The pictures are cutout and pasted together in a haphazard manner which screams loudly “We’re not professionals! Try this at home!” Now imagine this aesthetic is applied to garage punk in the vein of acts like the Black Lips and Hunx And His Punx with the production values of a Dirtnap band. In short, fantastic. One of the best records of the year, no doubt. Put this sucker on and there’s a party immediately. Like, it just forms around the record. Grade: A. –Bryan Static (Bachelor, bachelorrecords.com)


DEMERITS, THE:
Shake It: 7”

Title track is a primal stomper long on attitude and short on pretense. Flip is along the same lines, with lyrics providing a snapshot of life in a band.

–Jimmy Alvarado (Mooster)


DELPHINES, THE:
“Panic” b/w “Uptown Lover”: 7”

Little bitty guitars doing a rapid-fire ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding inside my skull like mice with jackhammers, vocals that sound like they’re coming out of the mouth of a Strawberry Shortcake® doll without pupils, and a drummer who left his cymbals in the gig bag out by the dumpster and couldn’t care less about retrieving them. Although “Panic” is clearly labeled parenthetically as the “single,” it’s the also-helpfully-denoted “demo,” “Uptown Lover,” that had me doing a double-take ((on the completely unexpected line “I’m a sex-crazed dope fiend!”, no less)). I think the word for which we’re all striving here is “keen!” BEST SONG: “Uptown Lover” BEST SONG TITLE: “Panic” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: Recorded on Guy Fawkes’ Night ((uncredited))!

–Rev. Norb (Thread Pull, threadpullrecords.com)


NEIGHBORHOOD BRATS:
No Sun No Tan: LP
Neighborhood Brats are one of the best punk bands in America right now. Jenny Angelillo’s the star, the live focal point. Think: stilettos, the shoe kind. George Rager’s (real last name) the bear with a buzzsaw guitar. Think: stilettos, the switch-bladed kind. It’s like a ballet with violence. Think Runaways as a single woman. Tougher… tougher, still. Think bloody-nosed, tattooed beauty and Cleveland brawn backing. Think… aw, fuck it… thinking’s overrated. Neighborhood Brats sound like smashing things and that makes me extremely happy. Get on board. Or don’t. I don’t fucking care if you get it or not. Technical notes: longtime Brats fans, yes nine of these songs were previously on the one-side 12”, the Falsified 7”, and the We Own the Night 7”. Is it worth the repurchase? Yes. Two unreleased tracks of Brats are better than ninety-eight percent of full-length records coming out in 2013. –Todd Taylor (Deranged)


DEFIANCE: OHIO:
The Calling: 12” 45

Is this a failure on NPR’s music director’s behalf? Why isn’t Def:OH being transmitted on radio waves coast to coast? Here’s my pitch, coconut water totebag patron. Defiance:Ohio are poetic. They don’t swear (on this 12”, for sure) but they question the government (yet don’t come across as libertarian dooshbags who want to hand education over to Wal-Mart and the national parks to Exxon.) The music’s clear and confident. They’re pretty-sounding. No confusing or potentially listener-angering, pledge-drive-ending distortion. There’s a violin played pertly, sometimes harrowingly. Listen carefully once and you’ve pretty much got all the lyrics bagged. High production values. Sparse but lush. Precise botanical line drawings of modern protest songs, akin to the Weakerthans, gardened by Billy Bragg. They’re undeniably catchy and teach new words. (“Prehension” is an interaction of a subject with an event or entity that involves perception but not necessarily cognition. Chew on that for a bit.) Endnote: when I’m drained or sick and don’t want to be blasted by music, Defiance:Ohio are like a nice cup of nice. I don’t say that derisively. Mellow, yet meaningful. They’re uplifting. Serious. No back hand to that compliment.

–Todd Taylor (No Idea)


NEGATIVE PRESS:
Long Haul: LP
Chemically dependant and deep-rooted-issues dirge punk from Seattle, WA. Given the makeup of the band, which includes members of fellow local stalwarts such as Gag and Criminal Code, you’d think this record was a hands-down winner. Sadly, all I’m hearing is a less pleasurable stab at Pissed Jeans style despondence or the schizophrenic brilliance that is Slices’ Cruisin’ album. This record is like Little Caesars pizza: it’s okay but that’s kind of the problem. –Juan Espinosa (Inimical)


DECAY AFTER DEATH:
System Fucking Bastards: EP

Decay After Death play a mix of hardcore and metal that brings to mind bands like Bad Influence, Amebix, COC, Nausea, and the like. Songs are somewhat complex with different time changes throughout each song. There’s some soloing here and there, a delay effect on the vocals to make their sound a little more expansive, and the metal side gives these songs a darker and bleaker tone. It works well by backing up like-minded lyrics of a broken system, a bankrupt society, and the drudgery of daily existence. Not the best record of this style, but at least they’re attempting to say something beyond “the scene sucks, dude.”

–Matt Average (Cowabunga, cowabungarecords.com)


DEATH HYMN NUMBER 9:
3rd Degree Moon Burns: LP

This remarkably catchy garage rock album blew me away. Much faster than most bands of the genre and with a slight Dwarves influence, Death Hymn Number 9 is the most powerful garage punk band in ages. This is a record that will stand the test of time and will be spinning on turntables for years and years. It’s a major credit to Alternative Tentacles that they’ve found ways to continue to be a relevant record label after so many decades. I’m ecstatic to know that the folks who put out my all-time favorite record, the self-titled Crucifucks LP, are still releasing amazing albums. If they continue putting out bands like Death Hymn Number 9, there will never ever be a death hymn for Alternative Tentacles.

–Art Ettinger (Alternative Tentacles)


MUHAMMADALI:
Future Songs: Cassette
Wait, this is the same band that did a split with Unfun? Huh. To their credit, I cannot for the life of me pin this band’s sound down with any precision. It’s like a crazed melting pot of, I don’t know, Matthew Sweet, Sundials, and some Goner band all mixed and smooshed together. Part “alternative” rock, part sludgy post-rock, part garage punk. It’s interesting, I suppose. But maybe it’s the minimal packaging or the odd, noodling synthesizer scattered throughout. Maybe it’s the irritating soundbites or just the feeling I got that the songs are really trying to go like hell to go somewhere but never quite manage to arrive at their destination. Whatever it is, I couldn’t really get into Future Songs. The album just fell flat for me. One of those deals where I feel like, hell, all the pieces are there—I’ve practically got an obligation to like the album. But I just didn’t. Sorry, fellows. –Keith Rosson (Dirt Cult)


DEATH BY STEAMSHIP:
Facetious: 7”

I got Death By Steamship’s first album, S.S Endurance, to review a while back and I played it quite a bit. I really dug how the lyrics, sung in a spirited, almost spoken shout, dealt with the working class existence in the way it really is. The songs, alternating from angry screeds about the information age and jobs to a joyful celebrating of life’s simpler pleasures—like calling in sick with your lover or just kicking it with friends—have a droll, two-tears-in-a-bucket poetry. The music is engaging and shrewd post-hardcore. It wasn’t until I went out and saw them that I realized that they’re probably one of the most authentic bands in Seattle. They played their hearts out to a mostly empty room. Wearing ball caps and jeans, they could have been punks, but just as easily your co-worker. Their sound is unique and challenging, perhaps alienating Seattle’s patched drunk punks, mook metal heads, and far too sincere and proletarian for the scenester, Boeing/Microsoft babies to take notice. The singer gave me this 7” that night after I introduced myself. It has the same feel—appreciation of small things like smoking cigarettes and reading Vonnegut on the porch. Righteous rage is spit towards butt-hurt, aggressive alpha males and negative jerkoffs who throw their weight around. Like their last release, it’s relevant, compassionate, and bold music that’s uncompromisingly inventive.

–Craven Rock (Whoa! Boat, whoaboatrecords.com)


MOON BANDITS:
Action Changes Thinking: 12” LP
Somewhere, out in the corporate music underworld, some poor bastard is going through piles of glossy photos and demos of the next big folk band slash teeny bopper poster boy. This, I am sad to report, is the state of Americana, or folk music, as it is represented in the popular media. Then, when you have given up on it altogether, the spirit of angry but gentle leftist folk comes back with an album like Action Changes Thinking by Moon Bandits. I loved this record. The Los Angeles-based duo has created a collection of songs about longing after nature, living in the city, corporate misconduct, and personal responsibility. This album is, in the most wonderful way, apocalyptic. The end is here. A new beginning is upon us. When I listen, I think of the great quote from philosophical anarchist Leo Tolstoy: “In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.” Beyond the great songs and lyrics, this album is beautifully packaged with original art, colored vinyl, and a zine that shares the song lyrics and personal reflections upon them by the band—Astrid and Tommy—and their friends.  –John Mule (Self-Released)


DATA CONTROL:
Self-titled: Cassette

Ten songs of cringing, flailing punk ala Career Suicide, Regulations, or even, dare I say, Christ On Parade, but also colder, more chilled somehow. More removed but still with that resoundings sense of paranoia. It’s good stuff, actually. I mean, come on, with songs titles like “We Are the Rats” and “Get Up and Die,” I was already halfway sold before I listened to the thing. Mine came on a repurposed ninety-minute book-on-tape in a language I don’t understand, possibly Swedish, leaving me about eighty minutes to marvel at just how little I actually know.

–Keith Rosson (Signaler Från Ovan)


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