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No Idea Records

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Split: 7” EP
Pity Party: Paroxysmal punk delivered with much verve and no apparent fear of switching gears mid-song and sending the wagon careening down a different road. Bad Mammals: More standard indie-punk faire with some pretty bad vocals. –Jimmy Alvarado (No Breaks)

Split: 7”
Pity Party: Featuring Fid of the Measure [SA] and Joel and Cassady from Sexy Crimes. Spazzy and a little unhinged. It sounds like a confluential wave-crash of Toy Dolls and PS Elliot playing ADHD (as opposed to NYHC) hardcore —sweet, spastic, and time changes galore. TroubleCity, here we come. Nice. VacationBibleSchool: Chicago-styled, modern pop punk for the “please play more, Pegboy” fan in all of us. Beefy hooks. Peppy delivery. Dour subtext. Honest dudes. Clean, clear, and punchy recording. If this was the future that didn’t suck, a can of beer would pop out of the top of the record and open itself up at the beginning of the first song. Don’t take this shit for granted folks, because there are a thousand ways to fuck this up and two or three ways to do it right. –Todd Taylor (Underground Communiqué, undercomm.org)

Get out of My Kitchen: Cassette
How can such sweetness come out of Detroit? I’ve always had the theory that anything that could come out of Detroit would just have to have a bit of moxie, but I figured it would have to be in the raw and ugly, angry sense, not in the melodic, power pop way that The Pizazz rock. Rock you they certainly do, but they do it in a melodic, catchy, partyful, dance-around-your-room kind of way. The Pizazz are as much a slave to their influences as you are to their catchy riffs. I hear all kinds of stuff in here: The Feelies, The Replacements, Britpop, Magazine, Buzzcocks, The Kinks, early Cure and many more that I can’t put my finger on, but it’s all blended together and spit out in its own form. I must also mention the twankly (to coin a phrase) keyboards. These songs have been staying in my head every time I leave the house and whenever I’m at home the tape is playing. I don’t know what else to tell ya. –Craven (Burger)

Split: 7"
Pizza Hi Five: Eight songs of precise, brutal grindcore with some pretty goddamn hilarious lyrics. Part of “Neglegent DJ” (sic) goes, “Dude what is this shit you’re playing? Please put on some grind tunes. It’s the least that you could do. Could you do that shit for me? I need blast beats in my ears.” Or my personal favorite, the end of “Extreme Make Over,” regarding the fallacies of the cosmetic surgery industry: “Surgery’s your only hope. Did not work. Still ugly. You’d look better with your face ripped off.” You charmers, you. Infernal Stronghold: Lots of double bass, muted guitar, and growled vocals—this is some wire-tight, apocalyptic thrash with some serious metal flourishes. Nowhere near my preferred genre, but these two bands seem like a good pairing. –Keith Rosson (Sit & Spin)

U Wanna Pizza Me?: Cassette
This particular pie falls into the category of split toppings: side A is entirely in Spanish and carries with it all the hallmarks of a one-man band: canned drums, bleeps n’ bloops, keyboards. In a live band setting, this stuff might work better than it does here, despite some catchy riffs (which, as in, “Tu Muchacho,” sound Lou Reed-y. What is it with pizza bands and the Velvet Underground?). It’s all pretty twee until side B, which steps on the effects pedals and rocks way harder (though not without the aforementioned one-man-band signifiers getting distracting, and not without occasionally sounding like The Pod ). Tasty enough, but I’m still hungry. –Michael T. Fournier (Burger)

I Thought We Were Friends: Split 7”
Don’t let their silly name fool you, PizzaHiFive are some serious grind. With dual banshee screams and guttural vocals, super tight blast beats, and riffs that slay, the eight tracks on their side of the split are everything a grind fanatic could ask for. If that weren’t enough, the Hooker Spit Windex side of the split offers up a helping of crust-tinged grind. I like that Hooker Spit Windex mix up some of their tempos, and it’s not just all blast beats all the time. Sadly though, the band broke up several months before this 7” showed up in my mailbox. Fans of grind take note. –Paul J. Comeau (Rad Girlfriend, radgirlfriendrecords.com)

Self-titled: 7” EP
These guys have been keeping up with the Rip Off Records catalog, and it shows. Three tunes here, all in that trashy punk vein that seems to be such hot shit up there in Northern California. They ain’t too bad at it, either. –Jimmy Alvarado (Daggerman)

Traveling Today on Yesterday’s Maps…: CD
Six piece Kansas City/ St. Louis outfit that gives us a nine song slab of refined sonic outbursts melded with gritty interludes. Yes, there’s The ‘Mats influence here. But I also detect early Buffalo Tom and even some Big Wheel. Songs that stick out like a broken rib: “Touch,” “Drown,” and “Puerto Rico.” With three guitarists, the playing is surprisingly restrained—there’s no Lynyrd Skynyrd meanderings here. They stretch out their song formats on the closing seven-minute-plus “Kick out The Bags.” I have no idea about the “Heartland” music scene at all, but I’m stoked I got this chunk of bone tossed in my direction. –Sean Koepenick (Self-released)

Casting Shadows: CDEP
Man, if it was 2003, Victory Records or Vagrant would be all over these guys. Modern melodramatic pop punk reminiscent of Taking Back Sunday, Saves the Day…you name it; if the band has the word “Day” somewhere in the title, they sound like them. The average Razorcake reader isn’t gonna dig this, but I get the feeling my tolerance for this stuff is higher than most, and found it somewhat decent. Points for the TK-421 (Star Wars) reference, too. –Will Kwiatkowski (No address)

Peeled: 12”EP

Jingly, jangly pop-fuzz hangout listening. This reminds me of stuff I would listen to late at night in the early 1990s. Nice nighttime listening when working in the wee hours with friends. It’s rocking and heavy enough to keep you awake and focused, but not overbearing. The pop side keeps you in good spirits. Places We Slept sound like they could have shared space on one of the Yo-Yo comps or International Pop Overthrow. I like how the songs are light and minimal in parts, then they hit the pedals and some fuzzed-out distortion comes pouring out of the speakers. Then suddenly we’re listening to much quieter song with buzzing amps in the background. The opener, “Almost Died,” sounds like early Dinosaur Jr., which, to me, is a good comparison. These are the sort of songs that attach themselves to your mind with a stronger grip on every listen.

–Matt Average (Lagerville, lagervillerecords.wordpress.com)

Thumper: CD
Personally knew nothing about these guys prior to listening to this, which was bit surprising to me, considering how tuned into the hardcore thing I was when they were out raising a racket, and it’s my loss. Formed out of the ashes of the Defnics (whose “51 percent” is a staple for the Killed by Death types), Plague meted out some crushing warp-speed thrash during their decade of activity. Mining the area between Negative Approach and early DRI, they managed a number of EPs and an album before calling it quits in 1992. The tracks from those releases are all here, giving a whole new crop of hardcore fans the opportunity to revel in their glory. –Jimmy Alvarado (Plague Music)

Self-titled: 12” EP
Pretty damn good metallic crust from these guys. They successfully blend in some rock elements via Motörhead influences into their sound, which helps them stand apart from the masses making a stab at this stuff. They keep things mainly at a somewhat mid-tempo simmer, allowing for the urgency to come through nice and strong. The raspy vocals work well and never grate or turn into one big growl. You can make out what is being said, which is sort of rare. The guitar work on here is pretty good. They definitely know how to play and the metal-style soloing is an asset. Not to mention the drummer can smash the hell out his kit! All six songs on here are pretty solid and will do the job nicely. If you’re a fan of Hellshock, Tragedy, Inepsy, and the type, then you should pick this up as well. –Matt Average (Sit & Spin, sitandspinrecords@gmail.com / sitandspinrecords.blogspot.com)

Self-titled: 7” EP
On the surface, this record has a lot going for it. They’re claiming to be “True Cleveland scum” on the cover. They have song titles like “Born to Die,” and “White Drugs and Girls That Bite,” and a singer that has a nasaly, obnoxious voice. But when you put the record onto the turntable, you’re met with some run-of-the-mill, generic, modern day punk that milks rhythms you’ve heard in a million pop “punk” bro bands, and dreary middle-aged bar punk bands that are stinking up the stages of all punk-frequented dive bars across the land. Is that a bite off of the Sex Pistols I hear at the beginning of “Girls Go Bye,” and at the end of the song? Blehhhh...  –Matt Average (Public Square)

Stop: CD
Another band putting an apostrophe where it doesn't belong. But I could forgive that if this wasn't such unabashed Bon Jovi weenie rock. I realize that Wattie from the Exploited was a grade A chucklefuck from day one and he has actually managed to become even more of a dim-witted mean cartoon character with each passing year, but after listening to the Plain White T's I want to lock myself in the basement, roll around in the litter box and crank nothing but Exploited discs for an entire week. Oh how I long for ugly naked rock covered with warts and zits and boils and carbunckles and un-wiped butt cracks. Calling this dreck "radio-friendly" is an understatement: this disc wants to tear its clothes off, jump on top of your radio, and hump the daylights out of it. Yuck.
–aphid (Fearless)

Fronte del Sacco: CD
Modern day hardcore in the vein of modern day Agnostic Front meets Sick Of It All with black metal overtones. The band hails from Italy and lay down the guitar chords with a heavy hand. Gang vocals emphasize the message. Not sure what is being sung, since the lyrics are in Italian. But from what I can tell, they do their thing well. Not sure who put this out since the font size is tiny. Looks to be a multiple label release. –Donofthedead (myspace.com/plakkaggiohc)

Manmade Monster: CD
If you can’t tell what this band is all about by the name, then the following facts should give it away: They all have devilocks, their equipment is covered with images of the crimson ghost, their base player’s name is Scary Only and, just in case you still don’t get it, they cover two Samhain tunes and three Misfits tunes on this disc. Usually, I would have disparaging comments for a band that is so obvious about their lack of originality. I’m going to stow those comments because these guys are fucking rad. The only real non-Misfits thing they add is a cool guitar solo here and there. If you’re tired of listening to the Misfits, but you still want to listen to the Misfits, you should listen to Plan 9. –MP Johnson (Nickel And Dime)

Self-titled: CD
Kind of like ska-punk without the ska. Crap. –Megan Pants (Go-Kart)

Self-titled: CD
Twelve songs of very fast, upbeat, punky Op Ivy type of music with lots of singalong gang vocals included and intelligent lyrics. Even some talk of unity is included in some of their lyrics. Okay, these guys are a lot like Op Ivy (they even cover ‘‘She’s a Bombshell” as a hidden track), but they are no ripoff. They are inspired, if you will. If this kind of music is your thing, I would definitely recommend this record. –Mike Beer –Todd Taylor (Go Kart)

Picturesque: CD
It’s nice to see a bunch of God-boys singing about not getting the girl. Lord knows I wouldn’t go near the whiney little dudes. –Megan Pants (Dirty Work)

And All I Got Was This Lousy…: CD
This band hails from the incredibly small town of Boerne, TX. This album does not do their musicianship justice. I saw them live before I bought this and they were much better than this album makes them seem. The music on this disc is pop punk in the vein of mid ‘90s NOFX mixed with some Green Day and it’s pretty tight. The problem, however, is the vocals, which seem to have been recorded when one of the singers was very, very sick, drunk, or busy singing on karaoke night. Oh, and by the way guys, you totally could have gone without the “Fucked without a Kiss” song. –Bryan Static –Guest Contributor (Eunuch)

Under Your Hat: CD

This is a case of influences outshining a band’s own vision. The songs on “Under Your Hat” sound like rip offs of Pinhead Gunpowder and early Green Day. Don’t get me wrong—I love all that music—it’s just that this album keeps me turning to the CD player and wondering, “Is that Billy Joe Armstrong?” which makes these songs too derivative. This pop punk album does have some catchy tunes. “Twist and Fall” is worth a listen. The drums are upfront, upbeat, and pounding throughout the tracks. My gut tells me this band would put on an amazing live show. Perhaps, on stage, they would represent a little more of their own sound? (Eunuch, www.myspace.com/pbp)

–Guest Contributor (N.L. Dewart)

Stick to Your Guns: LP
Tattoo flash-styled album art of a pirate ship. Gorgeous red/orange/black splattered vinyl. Gruff, thick-necked oi with a propensity for wanky guitar solos. Lamentations about the workaday world, backstabbers, and binge drinking. Contains the immortal song title “Glass Half Fucked,” which has to be one of the funniest things I’ve ever read in my life. This label has some truly fantastic, convincing bands on their roster (Stranglehold, The Ratchets, Smalltown, Bombshell Rocks, Downtown Struts to name just a few) but Plan Of Attack unfortunately has some work ahead of them to reach that stature—Stick to Your Guns is a competent enough aping of the streetpunk genre (and maybe that’s all they’re shooting for) but for this listener, they’re gonna need a little something-something to separate them from the bevy of other bands that are tilling this particular field.  –Keith Rosson (Pirates Press)

Self-Titled: 7"
Although I’m sure it’s not their intention, Plan R kind of reminds me of Dick Army. Cheap, simple knockoffs of early Black Flag played for fun and without any real curveballs (except for the singer’s curvy balls, but that’s another story…). I don’t know if it’ll remain in heavy rotation for a long time, but I think I can safely say that it’s one of the top five or six bands that this Colin guy has ever been in. –Josh (Blind Spot)

Spearheading the Sin Movement: CDEP
This is the clash of metal and emo; it’s really strange. My friend Phil said that this is a pretty different direction for them. He also says it’s kind of like early Metallica, but I don’t see it. I’m not sure how I feel about this. –Megan Pants (No Idea)

Fuck with Fire: CD
Part Die Kreuzen, part Sonic Youth, this has just enough emocore tinge to be annoying and just enough edge to keep it from being flung out the nearest window. While not exactly my cup o’ tea, I reckon I respect them for at least putting some balls into what they’re doin’. –Jimmy Alvarado (No Idea)

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