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Hot Blood: CD (in crummy excuse for packaging.)
I can't speak for more than myself and a few other music critics, but there is nothing more annoying to at least the few of us than a CD we receive to review that is just the CD in a blank case, or worse yet, a sheath. This splits the difference by sending me one of those Comp USA scallop cases with no liner notes or cover, but a sticker telling me to contact Carol Phillips at TPG publicity. Not to say that I covet jewel boxes and professionalism, I love a lot of material found on home burned CDs with photocopied sleeves. But that gives insight into the band's personality, which requires one to have. This seems to be the work of people trying to "make it" in the music "industry." Yep, this band has mediocre written all over them. Sure, they know how to play instruments well, but this suits them for being the band that you stand around with a drink in hand, talking to your friends while waiting for the band you came to see to get onstage after whoever these guys are. Perhaps what you talk about how being competent and passionate are completely unrelated things. You bob your head, you may even enjoy them. Hell, music is enjoyable to hear. But the next day, you refer to them as "that opening" band and forget they existed at all not long after.
–rich (Dim Mak)

The Middle of the End: 7”
This Australian act gives us two songs here. One is an original tune and the other, “Let Go” is a cover of Frou Frou. You know, the song that has that line that lots of girls were putting on their MySpace pages last year: “There’s beauty in the breakdown.” Both songs sound good. The original tune, “Saw You Last Night,” has a little more energy—is upbeat and catchy as hell—while the Frou Frou cover is just a mellow pop song. Not bad, but nothing I haven’t heard before. Comes with a coupon for free MP3 downloads of both songs. –Kurt Morris (Hobbledehoy, www.hobbledehoyrecords.com)

A Working Title in Green: CD
Punk is like a potato: dirty, ugly and yummy. Say you thought you could improve upon the potato, so you carved it into the shape of a handsome man, painted it pretty colors, and dressed it up in a nice pair of slacks. Then you wrote some poetry for it. Guess what: you ruined it. Now it looks stupid and you can't eat it. It's limp and unfortunately won't even pass for art. This CD has "Pay no more than $8.99" printed on the tray card, but anyone who would pay ANYTHING for these four songs is a penis. –Cuss Baxter (Fueled by Ramen)

Better Late Than Never: CD
Damn these kids and their catchy pop lyrics. They almost had me hooked. Melodicore from Murder City (that?s right... Detroit), fronted by the ex-bassist of the Suicide Machines. Needless to say, this band sounds nothing like the Suicide Machines. Maybe All with a heavier edge. Overall, not a bad first effort. –Guest Contributor (Broken Spoke)

…but I Gotta: 7”
The title tune consists of a drum going thud-thud and a guy saying variants of the same sentence over and over while a sorta blues organ is buried in the background. The flip ditches the vocals altogether and opts instead for a thud-thud drum and organ playing the same simple riff over and over again. This is either a work of genius or one of those records that makes you think, “Fuck, it must be nice to have the kind of disposable income that allows to press up stuff like this on wax.” I ain’t quite decided yet, myself. –Jimmy Alvarado (Hot & Ready, hotandreadyrecords@gmail.com)

Post Mortem Anthem: CD
Try as I may, I can’t seem to get my mind around these guys. Their music, kinda angular collegy punk, isn’t bad, per say, and I have no really problem listening to them for prolonged periods of time, unlike, say, your average emo group. They just seem to fail to register as anything past background music. I want to like them, ‘cause there’s little doubt that they are good at what they do, but it’s been two albums that I’ve heard now, and neither one of them impressed much. Hopefully next time this’ll change. –Jimmy Alvarado (Dischord)

Self-titled: CD
Blunderbuss hails from Pittsburgh, and while I’ve never been to that fair destination, this music is what I imagine the city to sound like: a slow, churning, methodically metallic cacophony, like someone banging on factory pipes with a hammer while a large engine rumbles rhythmically, keeping time. The songs are noise-rock dirges that are content to plug along for a few minutes in Shellac-like repetition before exploding in a swirl of coppery guitars and the rigorous thumping of the drums. “Sin Built Stairs” builds on a menacing bass line that vibrates so hard I checked my cell phone thinking I had a call. Slint and Jawbox would round out a great bill with Blunderbuss opening. –Josh Benke (Escape Artist)

2014 Demo: Cassette
The recording on this cassette. Cassettes bring a lot of nostalgia with them. We all remember the time that our friend brought of some demo or taped-over-a-thousand-times cassette cartridge and it became the ever-life-changing moment that we first heard oi or hardcore. Blunt Force took me back there. Thanks, dudes. –John Mule (Self-released)

Hellbent for Letters: Demo-version CD
The nutshell: Blöödhag play short heavy metal songs about science fiction authors. They play actual libraries (there’s a mini documentary—The Sooner You Go Deaf, The More Time You Have to Read—about them) and they continue to pull from the deep well of authors they celebrate. (Although I was really looking forward to R**d Like a Beast, where Jake promised to be wearing a bloody book codpiece on the cover.) Think Municipal Waste, except thickly spectacled, with a little less DRI, played by guys in ties with latent professional wrestling tendencies. Sure, they’re metal, but the solos are kept at bay and the doom and amplitude is stomping all over the place. Plus, you’re learning and shit by rockin’ out. It’s like a book on tape overdubbed with a more growly Slayer. The only mystery, for me, is since this is a demo, no song titles. I don’t know who they’re honoring, which is half the fun of learning. Another welcome Blöödhag addition to my card catalog. –Todd Taylor (Alternative Tentacles)

Hell Bent for Letters: CD
Who said metalheads are stupid? These warriors against book burning are the opposite of what you think a metal band should sing about. Songs about authors: sixteen of them. That is no small feat. I know I’m honest enough to say I’m stupid and can’t name sixteen authors of classic literature. These dudes do and write songs about them. How original is that?! But not only are they literary, they have the metal chops and can bust out the riffs with the best of them. Live, they are freakin’ awesome! But watch out, they don’t throw out raw meat at the audience. If you are not lookin’, you might get smacked in the head with a paperback. Even worse! A hardcover will put you in a hospital with a concussion. The public education system sucks, so go out and purchase a copy of this so that you can learn while you headbang. –Donofthedead (Alternative Tentacles)

Split: LP: LP
The Boar Hunter side of this excellent split reminds me of the classic crust punk 7”s by Dis Sucks. Boar Hunter plays brutal hardcore with harsh vocals that somehow still is incredibly melodic and catchy. They’re apparently a super group, consisting of members of Apeface, Saros, and Uzi Suicide. This better not be a one-off project, because they’re a great throwback to a loveable type of hardcore that flourished in the 1990s but didn’t stick around like it should have. Monterey’s Razorhoof play a form of hardcore heavily influenced by early emo hardcore bands like Heroin. You’ll want to forego showering for at least a couple of weeks after spinning this inspiringly gritty crust release. –Art Ettinger (Vinehell, vinehell.com)

Summer Vacation: 7” EP
Boats! just blast out four perfect pogo punk pop songs on this 7”. Think Cute Lepers with more emphasis on the fun. It can be a risky endeavor for bands trying to turn innocuous themes such as pool parties into punk anthems but Boats! do it without a hitch with the track, “Pool Party.” Overall, this record reminds me of one those ‘80s National Lampoon movies for its perfect recipe of self-deprecation mixed with funny and served with just the right amount of edge to hold the whole thing together. Ahhh, this is such precious vinyl. –N.L. Dewart (No Front Teeth, May Cause Dizziness, mcdrecords.com)

Totally Jawsome: LP
Sounds like a mashup of the Clorox Girls, who are boys, and the Busy Signals, who are partially girls, high on some type of mild crack made from Buzzcocks b-sides, because they secretly get off on the minor chords more than the major fifths and harmonies. I don’t know that any one song of the dozen here is exceptional, but these guys are definitely better than other bands who sound like a mashup of those bands getting high on those b-sides, so good on ‘em. I think they’re the only band on MySpace™ these days, so, obviously, their superstardom is all but assured. BEST SONG: “A Why” BEST SONG TITLE: “Porno?” “Oprah?” I’m dyin’ here! FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: If you think about it, the record cover looks kinda like the flag of Finland. –Rev. Norb (May Cause Dizziness)

Black and White: LP
I can honestly say that Modern Action Records has never steered me wrong. I’ve bought records from many bands blindly just because MAR put them out. It always works out, and I am pleased to announce that the winning streak continues. Boats! are so good. The label has a signature sound and these guys fit right in. Upbeat pogo-rock songs that bring to mind many of the other bands on the label (Briefs and Sharp Objects come to mind first) but still managing to have their own thing going on. If you’re not down with the program, you better get there. Your ear holes with thank you.  –Ty Stranglehold (Modern Action)

The Things That You Do: 7”
Obscure Bay Area punk from 1980. This is a really well put together reissue of their first single (comes with an informative interview with Dumb Records founder, and members of the band). Fans of Mutants, Catholic Discipline, early Tuxedo Moon, even Devo, will really like this. It’s arty, dark, noisy, and catchy. Some might call it “new wave.” Whatever. This is pretty good. As I listened to this I couldn’t help wonder why I had never even heard of this band before. Going off the two songs I hear here, I’m pretty certain BOB could have held their own quite well with the best of ‘em. The title track details the yuck of relationships, and the flip, “Thomas Edison”—whoever thought a vibraphone could be used so effectively in a punk band? –Matt Average (Rerun, rerunrecords.blogspot.com)

Self-titled: CD
Dunno who Mr. Burns—well, at least the Mr. Burns in question here—is, but his forays into the fork in the road where rock, punk, and power pop diverge are about as good as it gets. He’s in possession of a voice reminiscent of Paul Mahern, and while the tunes don’t necessarily trample the same terra, the diversity of styles mined—predominantly straight-rhythm rock tempos with the occasional thrasher, slow-burner, and swaggerer tossed in to keep things—and the infusion of just the right amount of pop sense likewise brings to mind Mahern’s much adored band, the Zero Boys. A lofty comparison, yes, but there is no denying there is some rock-solid work put in here. –Jimmy Alvarado (Crustacean)

Self-titled: CD
There’s something casually belligerent about this CD. Even the packaging—with the black and white image of this guy just standing there, and you know he’s thinking, “You can listen to this, but I don’t really give a shit,” and the way that, instead of including lyrics, he’s included a photograph of all of his notepad-scribbled lyrics side by side, completely unreadable—is just a casual middle finger, maybe issued in jest, maybe not. Musically, it’s poppy garage rock, Wisconsin style, with a lot of nonverbal fuck yous and guitar solos that also really couldn’t give a shit. Proof that being belligerent is the grown-up version of being snotty. –MP Johnson (Crustacean)

Frustration: CD
Yay! Yet another band stirs up my Wisconsin pride! Great, fast, crazy lo-fi garage punk in the Rip Off Records style! So catchy! So good! If this were a cereal, it would be the kind of cereal you scream along to in the basement while dancing around like crazy! Sadly, the world has not yet seen a Wisconsin basement punk cereal. I recommend creating said cereal and naming it Favre-Ohs, because that’s how big of a dork I am! –Maddy (Mad Cook)

C-Store, Baby!: 7"
Man, Milwaukee has got some awesome shit going on right now. I dunno for sure if these guys are from Milwaukee, but it's on Dingus so I'm guessing they are. Six songs of driving, hyperactive punk that occasionally drifts into garageland. I get the feeling they're better live, but this record still seems to be a pretty good document for this band. I just wish they'da put more info in the record. –ben (Dingus)

Self-titled: 7”
I’m thankful that great rock’n’roll has nothing to do with quantum physics; that one doesn’t need any sort of degree to understand a sonic karate chop to the throat. I’m thankful that great rock’n’roll has more in common with Tic Tac Toe than chess; more to do with heart than head. I’m thankful that tubas and cellos are really difficult to fit into vans; it keeps the elements—guitar, bass, drum(s)—simple. And I’m thankful for Bob Burns And The Breakups for understanding that to rock, all you need is a wicked beat, something to slash, and the power and energy to stomp it all down. No-frills, back-to-breaking-bones-and-hearts rock’n’roll will always find a place in my collection. Go, Wisconsin. –Todd Taylor (Plastic Idol)

Terminal Breakdown: CD
I saw this band a few times and they kinda sorta reminded me of Teengenerate in the same way that Bum covering Teengenerate kinda sorta reminded me of Teengenerate, if Bum were a three-piece from Stevens Point, WI and the singer played a hollow-bodied guitar and wore glasses and stuff. I always thought they were pretty cool, but not necessarily “have an album on Gearhead” kinda good, since, in my eternal small-town hick-dom, Gearhead still seems kinda upscale to me. Whatever. In any event, i started listening to this CD at work, and, as expected, i didn’t really have any outright complaints with it, but i often found my mind wandering ((“wandering” in this case meaning “concentrating on my work”)), which i mistakenly thought was a sign that the album was failing to hold my attention ((above and beyond it registering that “Rip it up” exhibited the same general sonic heft of some of the less weighty numbers off of the first Saints album, maybe, and “Thunderbird” was pure Leg Hounds emulation, which i guess i have mixed feelings about)). As fate would have it, however, the course of my job duties required me to check the sound effects levels of the video game we are developing relative to a “custom soundtrack”—that is to say, today’s newfangled video game consoles allow the user to substitute their own music for the existing background music of the game, leaving the THUDs and WHACKs and AAAAAAAHHHHs intact, and i had to make sure that the sound levels of the THUDs and WHACKs and AAAAAAAHHHHs weren’t katywampus when the user substituted their own music for our music. Simply because it was the nearest CD to me, i ripped a few Bob Burns & The Breakups songs to my test kit and spent an entire afternoon serenading the office with “I Hate the City” and “Don’t Follow Me” ((along with miscellaneous THUDs and WHACKs and AAAAAAAHHHHs)), and, as the day wore on, i realized that these songs were a shit-ton better than i had originally given them credit for. “I Hate the City” evokes memories of the Kids at their best, maybe, and pretty much everyone who passed within earshot asked who the band was and remarked that they liked it, and, it should be pointed out, these are not people who would be inherently disposed to liking moderately trashed-out punk rock/roll. In any event, i can say without question that i have thrown more dynamite to this record than any other recording extant. Amen. BEST SONG: “I Hate the City” or “Don’t Follow Me” BEST SONG TITLE: “Rip it up” if you’re Little Richard. FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: The band press bio states that they’ve “played with everyone from The Riverboat Gamblers to The Leg Hounds.” Who’s left? –Rev. Norb (Gearhead)

Disco Still Sucks: CD
A retrospective of an obscure ‘60s garage band. Although they hailed from Pittsburgh, these boys were apparently more sonically aligned with northwestern bands like the Wailers and the Sonics, even covering two songs by the latter and giving them a run for the money when it comes to wild, over-the-top rawk. Rather than being content to be a one-trick pony, though, these guys often switched things up by cranking out some sweet beat versions of obscure Stones and Kinks tracks, not to mention a disarmingly pretty cover of the Beatles’ “Here, There and Everywhere.” Good tuneage to be found throughout, although it’s worth the price of admission for the pounding version of “Louie Louie” alone. –Jimmy Alvarado (Get Hip)

My Shit Is Perfect: CD
Kicking, stumbling, lumbering one-man band Bob Log III continues his race-winning tradition in unusual uno man-o blues trash, playing slide guitar, drums, cymbal, and drum machine singing through a motorcycle helmet built-in telephone microphone. Great shit; all the lovable messy bump and grind from his first few solo records after Doo Rag but with a little more production, like the recent vibe of his Log Bomb album. I think I can understand the words now. Not terribly important though, as with classic titles “Goddamn Sounds Good Pt. 2,” “Bang Your Thing at the Ball” and “You, or You and You, and Me.” The ultimate moustache soundtrack if they ever remake Burt Reynolds’ moonshine epic White Lightning. Only difference, Burt was completely serious in that. Bob is nothing but good humored fun and kicks. –Speedway Randy (Voodoo Rhythm, www.voodoorhythm.com)

Split: 7”
Jesus Chronky it’s a great fuckin record! Bob Log works his wiggly magic on “Wigglin Room” and then Zen G pulls some kind of jack-in-the-box number with the oddly weird “Pocketful of String,” a song that sounds like nothing else they’ve ever done (that I know of). I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a cover, but I don’t recognize it. If you like either of these folks, try very hard to get up on this. –Cuss Baxter (Fanboy)

Silver Age: CD/LP
Bob Mould’s latest solo album arrives twenty years after the release of Copper Blue, the much-heralded album from his power pop band, Sugar. Interestingly enough, despite being a “solo” album, Silver Age is quite reminiscent of Mould’s former act. These ten songs clocking in at thirty-eight minutes are power pop rock (and do I still hear a little bit of the Hüsker Dü angst in there, too?). Drummer Jon Wurster of Superchunk and bassist Jason Narducy of Telekinesis form a great backing band with energy and strength to match Mould’s. There is a confidence in the sound and Mould’s voice that emanate positivity and strength. Sure, this isn’t as good as some of Sugar’s best material (and it’s entirely different than Hüsker Dü, although it does retain some of the sincerity and vigor), but it’s a solid album that Mould should be proud of. “The Descent” is one of the most infectious rock songs I’ve heard in a while and the other material makes for good driving music. There’s a lot of positive vibes on here and, despite being in his fifties, Silver Age shows that Bob Mould is still writing some great material. Aging Hüsker Dü fans, check this one out. –Kurt Morris (Merge)

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