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  • 01. Tänk på döden
    02. Bittert/Ljuvt
    03. Populär
    04. Skjut mig
    05. Drivved
    06. Lågenergi
    07. Gatflicka
    08. Böjd men inte bruten
    09. Falla fritt
    10. Kortedala adieu
    11. Hålla andan
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    ALLVARET

    Tänk på döden

    [engl] If anyone would ask me if I was serious about releasing this record from a totally unknown Swedish band, I would totally say yes. Why is ETT going to release Allvarets debut LP "Tank pa doden"? Not just because Allvaret means "serious" in Swedish, but because this LP is seriously great. Hailing from the Swedish underground punk scene, this catchy phenomenal guitar lines can only be written by Swedish guys and sound so perfectly vintage! Allvaret emerge from a fertile musical ferment to deliver some totally off the hook KBD punk with tunes that will stick in your head after just one song. The guitar sounds so Scandinavian – Masshysteri and The Vicious say Hello. The driving rhythm section with the harmonic drum and bass parts remind me of some kind of early UK street punk, without sounding stupidly Oi! The most important part is the awesome voice of Sushila, with Swedish lyrics matching perfectly together. A bag full of diamonds for sale, even if you don't speak Swedish, this record will make you want to start the kind of dance action you haven't had since that childish days way back then!
    Format
    LP
    Release-Datum
    23.09.2012
    EAN
    EAN 4260016924523
     
  • 01. Primitive Species
    02. NRVSNRG
    03. First World Fever
    04. Bugger
    05. Old Stinker
    06. Infinite Sedative
    07. Dog
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    ARSE

    Primitive Species

    [engl] I am fucking psyched to bring you this 12" banger all the way from Australia. In a time the world has become a melting pot of hate, absurdity and on the brink of destruction ARSE have made a record that sums up these dark, dense and claustrophobic times. The relentless rhythm section drives the sound with guitar work that is squealing and immense alongside vocals that spit bile and razor-sharp lyrics. PRIMITIVE SPECIES is the pinnacle sound of a band that has been crafting, honing and re-imagining the way punk music should be played, with so much raw atmosphere and energy that it will probably rip you apart. Be careful. It has energy, heart and that special something you can’t put your finger on. Built on a relentless sinister thrum, a taut propulsive clatter, ARSE explode with scalding fury in the screaming guitars and tortured barks and roars echoing out of the radioactive slurry. This is ferocious hardcore/post punk, worked til its end. Noisy and incessant, but it's hella melodic all the same, so hurry up and snag this bad boy. Primitive Species just sent me three steps back on the evolutionary chain. And I am thankful for this reset!
    Format
    LP
    Release-Datum
    12.02.2018
     
  • 01. Safe Word
    02. Who Comes Next
    03. Ill Nature
    04. Pressure Test

    ARSE

    Safe Word

    [engl] Hailing from dystopian Sydney, the punk rock trio known as ARSE arrived at the end of 2017 with their acerbic debut Primitive Species on a cassette tape, sounding like the bastard lineage of Feedtime and Black Flag with an uber-modern spin. Equal parts dumb, terrifying and fitting for the times, Species copped the full vinyl treatment six months later courtesy of German punk label Erste Theke Tontraeger. By years end it had crash-landed on The Quietus’ best of 2018 punk round-up alongside Hank Wood and The Hammerheads, Geld and Amyl and The Sniffers. Never content, as their music attests, ARSE have since opened for Cosmic Psychos (AU), No Age (US) and released a split seven-inch record with Sydney noise-assassins Party Dozen. The forthcoming Safe Word EP, a stop-gap on the road to long player glory, is four tracks of future-fried punk the world truly deserves. I like bands that fall on the dividing line between noise rock and hardcore, and Arse are right in that pocket, using pogo beats, wild and noisy guitar solos, and a nihilistic vocal bark that will appeal to fans of Geld, Gay Kiss, Walls, and other bands that trace their lineage back to Black Flag’s My War. Far from just a copycat band, though, Arse strike me as more artsy and ambitious than any of the aforementioned groups. I hear this in the guitar solos (which are particularly unhinged, like Ginn and Hendrix on a bunch of bad drugs), but even more on the two songs that end each side of the EP. These aren’t so much songs as abstract noise / electronic pieces that flesh out the world hinted at in those guitar leads into a full-on post-apocalyptic soundscape. Far beyond your typical “dude stringing together a bunch of guitar pedals and hitting them at random,” these intricately composed pieces scratch the same itch as Klaus Schulze or Tangerine Dream.
    Format
    7''
    Release-Datum
    01.10.2019
     
  • 01. Red Devil
    02. Run Run Run
    03. L'Appel Du Vide
    04. Laugh / Cry
    05. The Zoo
    06. Already Dead
    07. Illegal
    08. Fire And Fury
    09. Big City
    10. Late Night Acts
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    BETA BOYS

    Late Nite Acts

    [engl] Olympia, WA 's own Beta Boys are back with more songs in the form of a LP. Since their demo tape (that came out in 2014) and several EPs they have had a lot of time to develop the sound that truly makes them betas. Leaving their aggressive hardcore style in the past, they play more of "Hell Comes To Your House" style songs, more rock`n`roll with a graveyard guitar boogie and a punk Screamin' Jay Hawkins on vocals. For those of you keeping count this is our second release from Washington's state capital. Time to set up a field office because I don't see this town slowing down anytime soon. Look out Atlanta there's a new contender for the crown. This time around we’ve got Olympia scuzz punks Beta Boys. Following stellar releases on Lumpy, Neck Chop, Total Punk and Goodbye Boozy, they are back with their best outing yet. Beta Boys have a sound that is a call back to when punk was fresh without sounding like a boring rehash band. All of their songs have a rhythmic echo that stays in your head for days after hearing it. The inconsistent sloppy delivery over a classic mid-tempo 80s punk sound make for an excellent combination. This band fills all the void in your records right now. It's funny, when you first listen to them, Beta Boys sound like a fairly typical hardcore band, but the more you pay attention the more you realize that they really have managed to stake out their own particular aesthetic. Their songs are fast but not too fast, and the guitars have a chorus effect on them but they never sound too over-the-top goth-y... the descriptions for one of their records mentioned Hell Comes to Your House-style punk, and while I've never heard that mentioned as a genre before, it kind of makes sense... Beta Boys do fit somewhere on the same part of the punk spectrum occupied by 45 Grave's punkier moments (like the track "Already Dead"), Christian Death, Legal Weapon, and Modern Warfare. In an age when every band seems to break up after just a demo and some 7"s, it's refreshing to hear a band grow a little bit more and really develop their own voice. Here's hoping they continue to push forward, and until then I'll be spinning this LP quite a bit. A strikingly focused and sonically refined tour de force, these ten new tracks pair the band's Midwestern hardcore roots with a darker, midtempo burn. A pure punk sound if there ever was; precisely capturing the boredom, depression, and ever-present sense of hopelessness spread across modern America. Beta Boys have truly upped the ante on this full length; an album absolutely brimming with stellar production, first-rate songwriting, and unapollegetically punk flavor. Packaged in a full color jacket with artwork from Beta Boys' own Hank Durango.
    Format
    LP
    Release-Datum
    20.07.2018
    EAN
    EAN 4260016924356
     
  • 01. No Exit
    02. Pressure
    03. Addicted
    04. The Answer
    05. Baby Worm
    06. Sweat City
    07. Anxiety
    08. Psychedelic Paralysis
    09. Pseudo Punk
    10. Empty
    11. P.M.F
    12. The Face
    13. Peace Of Mind
    14. Believe In Me
    15. Freedom
    16. Hypnotized
    17. Pressure II
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    BIB

    A Band In Hardcore

    [engl] For their second release on ETT, Omaha-based BIB continues their streak of making sketchy-as-hell hardcore punk for straight up weirdos. This is a Compilation LP, this rules, ok! When you hear Omaha, Nebraska, you might think of steak, Warren Buffet, or Saddle Creek Records. But you probably don’t think of hardcore. In comes BIB. Noisey, blown out hardcore from the middle of nowhere. Following the “everything louder than everything else approach” to their demo, Bibs already colossal riffs sound like an avalanche when the bottom drops. Squirmy effected vocals veer their sound from huge to weird. Live, sometimes seen with 3 guitar players, Bib takes their wall of sound to a whole new level that will leave your eardrums vibrating. BIB continues their wall of noise style production on this compilation release, with delayed vocals that sound like they're being tossed off of a mountain. BIB mixes quick, full chord riffs with crushing breakdowns. Vocals weave between child like shrill barks, primordial grunts, and pressure reducing singing. The straight ahead, downstroke pounding demo has been compared to the likes of Hoax mixed with Pissed Jeans, this EP is one step over! This band slays harder than riot police at a G8 summit.
    Format
    LP
    Release-Datum
    30.07.2018
     
  • 01. Anxiety 01:25
    02. Psychedelic Paralysis
    03. Pseudo Punk
    04. Empty
    05. P. M. F.
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    BIB

    Pop

    [engl] When you hear Omaha, Nebraska, you might think of steak, Warren Buffet, or Saddle Creek Records. But you probably don’t think of hardcore. In comes BIB. Noisey, blown out hardcore from the middle of nowhere. Following the “everything louder than everything else approach” to their demo, Bibs already colossal riffs sound like an avalanche when the bottom drops. Squirmy effected vocals veer their sound from huge to weird. Live, sometimes seen with 3 guitar players, Bib takes their wall of sound to a whole new level that will leave your eardrums vibrating. BIB presents POP. Their follow up release to their 2015 Demo. POP takes you on a panicked journey through a wormhole of anxiety and isolation. BIB's brooding sound is steeped in mutant destruction and caustic anger—a mid-tempo hardcore foundation with thick, chainshaw guitars and gruff grunts, pummeling towards metal. The band is self-loathing but not self-sabotaging. Placing headphones blaring BIB into your eardrums has the empowering effect of plugging a phone charger into an outlet; you’re struck with a visceral surge of energy that is possibly dangerous. Play BIB while walking down the street in your hood, and no one is going to fuck with you. BIB continues their wall of noise style production on this release, with delayed vocals that sound like they're being tossed off of a mountain. BIB mixes quick, full chord riffs with crushing breakdowns. Vocals weave between child like shrill barks, primordial grunts, and pressure reducing singing. The final track, P. M. F. ends the record with a chaotic blast of organ that perfectly captures BIB's pop and hardcore sound. The straight ahead, downstroke pounding demo has been compared to the likes of Hoax mixed with Pissed Jeans, this EP is one step over! This band slays harder than riot police at a G8 summit.
    Format
    7''
    Release-Datum
    13.06.2016
     
  • 01. Cruel World
    02. Lost Classic
    03. Went Bad
    04. Writhe
    05. Don't
    06. Cop Blue
    07. Good Ol' Boys
    08. House Of No
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    BIG HUGE

    Cruel World

    [engl] In the past year, the band's been locked in the basement, recording their first full length album with Emil Bognar-Nasdor (Dawn of Humans, Hankwood & theHammerheads, L.O.T.I.O.N). The outcome of this collaboration broke provocative new ground for this band and we're really excited about this debut LP. Their stock in trade is a rough-hewn take on 70s rock – there are what must contractually be referred to as “duelling guitars” in the style of Thin Lizzy, bursts of slightly funky southern rock à la Lynyrd Skynyrd, bits of choppy new-wave guitar and a whole lot of appealingly clunky pop heaviness that brings to mind nothing so much as an extremely low-budget Kiss. BIG HUGE's music stuffs hip-shaking hooks and burly riffs within impeccably structured pop songs, wrapped in lyrics both open-hearted and openly political In the darkened, mangled heap of a humanity taught to sink to the bottom or exploit to the top, we can convince ourselves that we have breached beyond this pit of manmade depravity unscathed. But at what cost came that supposed glimmer of light? Are we convinced we compete in a playing field so fundamentally and institutionally unleveled? Are we patrons to a system of power sustained only by select oppression? We forfeit empathy to ambition. We estrange, digitize, and withhold from basic human connection to evade that emotional accountability - long-since unlearned - to survive in a CRUEL WORLD. In this pitchblack place, ascension is just an illusion. Our singular pursuits inch higher while we, with every transgression, dig deeper down the mortal trench. We bang at a door that does not open, and yet it begs of us to keep on knocking. But perhaps, the only way out is not over - but through. Flailing. In the thick of it all. If we let the backbone pop, the knee bend, the joints clash against all those contorting souls in our midst, what do we have to lose except the fallacy of our isolation in the dark? If the limbs go akimbo and the neck ajar, if we give - give of the whole and unabashed self - What then? Unchain the armor and thrust the body bare into that spiteful eye. With only the weapon of our pulsing vulnerability, our personhood, perhaps that which has been denied will thrash in time with all that surrounds – railing in tandem to be free. We are all we have. If the door will not open, we'd be wise to step outside.
    Format
    LP
    Release-Datum
    18.08.2017
     
  • 01. No Country For Old Kids
    02. Gunboy Rover
    03. Life Among Sausages
    04. A.U.M
    05. The Shit
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    BLOTTER

    Under Armour 77

    [engl] Blotter is everything you want from a modern day hardcore punk band. Over the past few years, Austin, TX has seen a resurgence in young, quality punk bands. Blotter is one of the top tier groups of this new school of Texas hardcore and Under Armour '77, their debut vinyl effort, stands as some of the best work this scene has produced. Primordial ooze USHC at its finest. Blotter is yet another new hardcore punk featuring members of Wiccans, Glue, Impalers and Creamers. Blotter delivers just brutal, stomping stuff with a perfect, early 80s-sounding 8-track production. This five piece band rages through five songs in a little over five minutes. Fast precise hard hitting drums, loud distorted guitar that flirts with chaotic, noisy feedback, compliment dynamic and aggressive vocals that have just the right amount of snot and grit. Their sound touches on classic 80’s hardcore, whilst paying no tribute to any other HC band I’ve listened to in the last few years. This is unique, this is weird, fucked up and awesome! No filler on this EP – it’s all legit. No nonsense Hardcore in 2014, go and get your copy. Fuck.
    Format
    7''
    Release-Datum
    18.03.2014
     
  • 01. We Don't Care Who We Sound Like
    02. I Don't Like Anyone (Not You)
    03. I'am Going To Suck Your Dick
    04. I H8 Mpls
    05. The Kids Are Alt Right
    06. Are You Gonna Flush That
    07. College Is For Losers
    08. I Made Love To The Internet
    09. I Wanna Be Your Baby
    10. Kill Everyone (Who Dies)
    11. Suddenly I Forgot You
    12. Johnny On The Plop
    13. I H8 Birds
    14. I'am Gonna Win The Superbowl
    15. Kill Me (Please Kill Me)
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    CITRIC DUMMIES

    The Kids Are Alt Right

    [engl] The second Album from this Minneapolis trio -- a strikingly-hyper-punk-rock-conundrum. Seriously, Citric Dummies have a LOT to say on this LP, be it worthwhile advice or not, but it's all done with an excellent tongue-in-cheek bravado. Oh yeah, the music - it's a trebly, garage-leaning mess that seems to catapult between backing the obnoxious dual-vocal assault and ramping up the speed towards a proto-hardcore feel at times. Strangely enough, it's taken this long for a band to remind me of Henry Fiat's Open Sore (check those mad Swedes out for extra credit if you haven't!) but between the snappy arrangements and lyrical genius, Citric Dummies may very well win an endearing spot in yer collection. I get the same kinda dumb, personable feeling while listening to this as say...Angry Samoans. Real music for the proles, eh? The Dummies receive bonus points for their highly apt usage of parentheses in song titles and stunning full color artwork from Nathan Ward. Out of the ashes of Brain Tumors comes the Dummies, the Citric ones. Brain Tumors was pretty good, but man... Citric Dummies are way, way better. I really have no idea how to describe their sound... I mean it's definitely hardcore, but it has these really distinctive vocals that are kinda-sorta melodic most of the time, but often erupt into these big sing-song choruses that really don't sound like much of anything I've ever heard. Jerky punk guitar driven calamitous tunes with hyper yet clear and tuneful vocals hurling toilet lyrics and an attitude that is also of-the-toilet. Its an album! An album whose grooves are densely packed with the sounds of angry nerds propelling their rotten attitudes down deep into the basement. The punk basement.
    Format
    LP
    Release-Datum
    01.05.2018
     
  • 01. Crenation
    02. Hangin on Bancroft
    03. Heat Sink Inventory
    04. Periphery Isle
    05. Insular Build
    06. Unilateral
    07. House Arrest
    08. Root Apex
    09. Warmth of the Sun
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    COLD CIRCUITS

    s/t

    [engl] The Bay Area is one of the most interesting places for punk these days – one of the most outstanding bands from there are the Cold Circuits! Shattered guitar sound, mutated post punk basslines creating a danceable despair with bratty darkwave vocals, this is so punk! No garage, no post punk, no deathrock or whatever… The icy, anxiety-ridden post punk is replaced by salivating droning punk. Less twitching, more pogoing, but still ravaged by the mounting dissolution and paranoia. A fucking great rhythm section (well known from Synthetic ID) rounds this whole thing down. Cold and bleak with sporadic tinges of fear. If you are a fan of Terrible Feelings and also Rank//Xerox, Cold Circuits will be your new obsession! Keep your eyes open – the 12“ will be limited to 200 copies!
    Format
    LP
    Release-Datum
    22.01.2014
     
  • 01. Remote User
    02. Discathect
    03. Stifling Light
    04. Easy Opportunities
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    COLD CIRCUITS

    s/t

    [engl] Whatever these Bay Area guys secretly mix in their drinks, it seems to bring out an endless flow of brilliant and catchy, yet distinctive songs – in each of their bands. I'm talking about the rhythm section of Synthetic ID with the same guys of this awesome new San Francisco band! Ok, many bands try to do some kind of post punk stuff these days, but in my opinion the Bay Area knows how to do it best! After Rank//Xerox and Synthetic ID, Cold Circuits is the band to listen to right now! Robert Collins said: "UK post punk meets an angular cousin" and he's totally right. There are similarities to Synthetic ID, even though this band is less focused on the vibe and more on driving the listener. Lazy guitar lines weave in and out of logic, while bass and drums keep the whole thing forward with an inevitably urgency. It sounds excitingly familiar and so new in skills and maturity, that you just can't listen to anything similar elsewhere. What can I say?! Get it or not – this thing will explode, without any doubts!
    Format
    7''
    Release-Datum
    09.07.2013
     
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    CONEHEADS, THE

    LP 1

    [engl] aka "14 Year Old High School PC?-?Fascist Hype Lords Rip Off Devo for the Sake of Extorting $?$?$ from Helpless Impressionable Midwestern Internet Peoplepunks The NWI scene is on another level to the rest of humanity. Oh yes, it's going to get weird once you put this shit on. Coneheads are a basement punk band who have decided to douse themselves in creepy circus riffs, robot meets alien vocals with science-fiction wackyness. Keep in mind, it's still punk and damn catchy! Who said weird can't be catchy? They sound like DOW JONES AND THE INDUSTRIALS on speed or a more manic DEVO. This would perfectly fit in 1982 but I doubt they were born before 92. Major points for historical awareness! The rhythm barrels along while solos are interspersed at six second intervals, desperately played like a blur between a Jerry Lee Richard piano solo and a fevered banjo picker who lives in an Appalachian cave. It's hard to find the line between cheap gimmick and true weirdness sometimes, but this one shows that line with every spin. This band is highly addictive and leaves you stunned!
    Format
    LP
    Release-Datum
    14.02.2015
    EAN
    EAN 4260016924370
     
  • 01. Mock Prison
    02. Fradulent
    03. In Place
    04. Burning Backwards
    05. Illusions
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    CRIMINAL CODE

    Salvage

    [engl] Criminal Code from Tacoma, Washington, play an anthemic, sneakingly melodic mixture of post-punk and cacophony of raw wavy punk. Formed in 2011, they’ve just released several 7“s and their debut LP No Device on Deranged Records, a welcome shot in the vein (or kick in the teeth) to an increasingly ethereal genre. They took their Husker Du/Greg Sage influences and made it their own unique sound. The new 7“ harkens back to the raw, stripped down and primal intensity that characterised the early days of post punk, back when it was still considered just punk, only punk that was a little off and slightly more unsettling than usual. Criminal Code straight rip and rock with an urgency and rabid junkieunpredictability that was traded in long ago when post punk started investing wholeheartedly in synthesisers and chorus pedal collections and diverting down broodier pathways to goth and whatever-wave. Criminal Code are a perfect mess of contradictions, simultaneously full-bodied and forceful, and cold, distant and washed-out, like a hardcore heart in pale post punk skin, or vice versa. While specifically for Criminal Code’s European tour, the EP neatly coheres and expands on their Husker Du Over A Cliff guitars and post-post (post) Wipers despair/rage. Snag the EP on tour and dig hard!
    Format
    7''
    Release-Datum
    08.10.2014
     
  • 01. Alien Vacation
    02. No Hope
    03. Life of Crime
    04. Alien Semen
    05. Toxic America
    06. Gelatinous Blob
    07. A Bomb
    08. Party's Over
    09. Robot Dreams
    10. Brain Drain
    11. Pig Blood
    12. Iron man II
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    DARK WEB

    Clone Age

    [engl] Dark Web: a Philadelphian post-punk group that I’m surprised to have not heard of sooner. Given, it’s not like I was keeping a close eye on the place to begin with, but I seriously should’ve been gushing about this band’s stuff a long time ago, especially since the EP itself was released by Suicide Bong Tapes in mid-2016. Everything about the band is seemingly tailored to my liking, and for the most part, falls into a section of my library that rarely sees the likes of Dark Web; with such engrossing, goth-tinged post-punk sounds such as these, that’s pretty fuckin’ unfortunate. Sharing members with Throbbing Chakra, Key Bumpz, Cool Piss, and Beth Israel, Dark Web is sure to impose a rich, powerful presence the moment the EP pivots from the opening rhythm into a dirge of squealing guitars and wholesome bellows, effectively combining elements of both gothic rock and punk alike, while also dispersing a hearty dosage of spacey, vibes into the mix in order to further obscure the band into territory I can only describe as “tastefully erratic”. The first track, “Alien Vacation”, immediately sold me on the group, demanding that I get back to a member of the group and let them know that I’d be all-for sharing their material. I mean, it’d be difficult for me to turn a band like this down. That lead’s got SERIOUS pipes, to an extent that I originally mistook the influxes of similarly-alienlike backup vocals as some form of vocal processing – which is still oftentimes present, unsurprisingly, as to further bolster the weird, eccentric influence beyond the resonating harmonies that the vocals and guitars bring forth to the forefront. Weave in some scathing solos and extremely memorable melodies, and maybe you can see why I’m kinda disappointed in myself for not catching wind of this four-piece anytime sooner. But what do *I*, Jimmy, personally think about Dark Web? I think they’re fuckin’ aliens, duh. Ain’t it obvious?
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    LP
    Release-Datum
    12.02.2018
     
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    DEAD CELLS

    I

    [engl] DEAD CELLS out of Vancouver do it dark, desperate, and minimal. An archaic sound from the gothic ages of punk - when punk was catchy, but also dangerous. Going back to the three chord song, with downstrokes, vicious energy, and the two minute deadline. Sacred by the outstanind artwork, it's night church in the post apocalyptic wasteland. Their first LP and follow-up to their 2018 demo tape which was overheared by many people. Desperation, angst and frustration pepper the words that twist and turn like daggers to the back of emperors. Twin guitar attacks carry melody and smart chord changes backed by a rhythm section that runs the risk of falling off the edge of the cliff. It's complimented by a brooding vocalist that half shouts-half sings. You are welcome to dismiss this as some more of that melodic punk that you are too cool to admit that you like, but you would be a fool. Yes, the songs are catchy, and yes DEAD CELLS will get stuck in your head and even sometimes put a spring in your step, but this shit is deep and these songs are as close to utter brilliance as I can ever remember hearing. This goes way, way beyond the “punk kids playing post punk” thing going around these days. The tone of the songs, and of the album as a whole, is just as important as the content of the songs themselves. The guitar is somehow bright and dark at the same time. Chorus and reverb effects give it a shimmer, but distortion and minor and diminished chords dull that shimmer enough to keep everything nice and dark. It’s like a beefed up version of an 80’s post-punk bands’ sound. The drums are tight throughout and the bass is dark and punchy as well. All of this is behind spooky male lead vocals. Dark, anxious, paranoid, manic, obsessive, melodic, misanthropic, gothy, punk - Don't sleep on this.
    Format
    LP
    Release-Datum
    15.02.2020
     
  • 01. Stinke Frau
    02. Die Rettung
    03. Mensch, So Schön
    04. Kräne, Schränke
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    DERBY DOLLS

    s/t

    [engl] Get ready for a new Derby Dolls EP! When I first listened to the rough mixes I was thinking again, yes, that‘s tight! The 4 new songs come with German lyrics and a solid early NDW background, but with an amazing sound! You will love it! I don‘t know when this band had the time to write a new EP, because two of them are playing constantly with Hysterese. Derby Dolls are always the best happy thing between sweet pop and early Neue Deutsche Welle. With this new 4 Song EP they put some more snotty Midwestern Garage influences into their unique sound and they often remind me of Something Fierce, maybe it‘s the excellent bass sound or just the perfect songwriting?! The guitar lines are jangling and aggressive – but not in a testosteron way. And Helens voice is doing the rest. The debut 12“ was sold out in a few months without the Derby Dolls having played one show. You should buy one of these little vinyl jewels and grab your own copy, because this is another unique piece of fine music, combining the power and the pop when it comes to punk.
    Format
    7''
    Release-Datum
    07.08.2013
     
  • 01. Inhabit the Corpse
    02. Obscene Charade
    03. Gates of Pain
    04. Blood on my Shroud
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    DEVIL MASTER

    Inhabit the Corpse

    [engl] The Band you've been looking for for a long time, with sounds of dissimilar genres that don't usually cross combined, is out when you least expect it to be. This fully fledged outfit of sheer old-school twisted intensity is a must-listen, no sweat! DEVIL MASTER return with four new tracks of devilish hardcore punk in the vein of GAI or LSD packed in a deathrock vibe. The Japanese hardcore influence is prevalent but there is so much more! That is punk, metal and goth inspired hardcore punk with demonic vocals and hard as nail beats which is extremely hard to shake once you hear it. The torturous maelstrom sounds of bone breaks and thuggish isolationism. Howling feedback underscores the massive swirling riffs and relentless battery of drums. Foul, tumultuous vocals made entirely of the final exhalations of humanity really send this opus to the apex. A perfect band. The four distorted tracks on this EP mix perfectly the low end reverb soaked deathrock influences with the best of the International Hardcore Punk of the early 80's. Making it a masterpiece of timeless punk. This EP is a perfectly wild and superbly crafted sheet of brutal noise with a pounding goth backbone all jacked up on blackened metal freakout space jams. And you know that Satan smiled when he heard this!
    Format
    7''
    Release-Datum
    01.11.2017
     
  • 01. The Devil Master (Devil Is Your Master)
    02. Distorted Paths - Fear The Future Gleam
    03. Failure To Die
    03 Sex With Succubus
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    DEVIL MASTER

    s/t

    Format
    7''
    Release-Datum
    05.01.2018
     
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    DISCOVERY

    s/t

    [engl] On their debut E.P. DISCOVERY, out of the bay area, bring you seven discordant cuts of raw and explosive hardcore! If you were lucky enough to remember bands line NIGHTSTICK JUSTICE, YADOKAI or RECIDE you have an idea of what to expect: fast and biting hardcore that combines a range of influences and elements from early boston and california hc to japanese hardcore. With this E.P., DISCOVERY honed their sound even tighter and cranked up the power and intensity ten times, like your standard harcore punk band, pummeling you with a nonstop barrage of sonic insanity. Seven tracks of Paranoia, Isolation, Ousted faith in humanity, and demented rejection interpreted by some Bay Area punks, that take you through a neck-snapping, brain-bruising car-jack of dynamic hardcore and internal rage. Painful and pure cognitive dissonance pressed on wax swinging between blistering ragers and straight-up stompers.Drawing influence from slashing riffs, crashing open chords and a splash of bit crushed distortion for emphasis this EP is an all out burner dedicated to living at maximum intensity until your last breath, putting fear in the hearts of those who would oppress the human spirit. Seven tracks of blazing hardcore punk influenced by Japanese hardcore punk bands with elements of early US hardcore thrown in for good measure. An ugly assault. This record is full of incredibly rough and nasty hardcore.
    Format
    7''
    Release-Datum
    15.02.2020
     
  • 01. Wilt
    02. Spin
    03. Crawl
    04. Distract Me
    05. Cut Me Off
    06. Cowboy
    07. Slumber Party
    08. I Don't Know
    09. Walk/Talk
    10. No Fun
    11. Tommy
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    DUMSPELL

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    [engl] This is Dumspell, a post-punk band coming from Hattiesburg, Mississippi. I was pretty quickly swooned by the somber, fuzzy and reverb-heavy tunes, and oddly lethargic-yet-melodic songs. Tracks like "Cowboy" or "Spin" drone on with tantalizing monotony, drilling it's fantastic riffs, uninterested vocals, and refreshing bass n' drums into your earholes. I don't know what this Hattiesburg post-punk group has been up to since the release of their debut tape way back in 2015, but if the eleven songs they dropped on this 12" this year are any sort of clue, I'd say it's probably great, GREAT things. An LP full of songs that will make you feel instantly comfortable - you might have seen this movie, you've just never seen it acted quite this well, and the production this time around is sheer perfection. You are welcome to dismiss this as some more of that melodic punk that you are too cool to admit that you like, but you would be a fool. I can only hope that they've got more stuff coming down the pipeline, because they've only heightened my opinion of their work by releasing new songs that are just as memorable as their steller demo -- and that's saying a LOT. Cool punk for sad people, check it.
    Format
    LP
    Release-Datum
    01.10.2019
     
  • 01. Catching Up
    02. Senses
    03. Souvenirs
    04. Endless Column Summer
    05. Parasite
    06. Mirror
    07. Tic for Tac
    08. Facedown
    09. Debts
    10. We've Arrived
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    ENDLESS COLUMN

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    [engl] ENDLESS COLUMN started in 2010 when Doug Burns (OBSERVERS,RED DONS) moved to Chicago and started writing music with David Wolf (DAYLIGHT ROBBERY). The project quickly evolved into a band with the additions of Eric Watts, Jimmy Hollywood (TYRADES) and later Kevin Goggin (BUSY SIGNALS) who replaced Hollywood in the line-up. They deliver rocking lo-fi garagerock with surfy undertones. These ten songs are like all songs Doug Burns is involved in, unique catchy and memorable as possible. There are bands that are content to sit within a pigeonhole and there are bands that diligently push against the edges, rebelling against expectations to find a sound all their own. The tune, at its core a smart bit of minor chord pop, is rife with echoes of time past and present—a bit of lofi garage punk here, some surf there, darkness, and the ubiquitous, insistent thud in the drums—rearranged and repurposed so that all are present but none overwhelms another. The remaining tunes follow along the same lines, each familiar yet retaining its own sound. The whole? A gritty-yet-tasty selection from a band that continues to wow with each successive release. Endless Column deliver ten songs of surfy, dark, crude and moody lofi garage punk on their debut LP. And if you have any sense about great music, you will not drop this LP from your turntable until you can sing every word along!
    Format
    LP
    Release-Datum
    28.02.2019
     
  • 01. Intro / Havanna Spliff
    02. Steel Forced Twin
    03. All This Shrimp
    04. Wal-Mart Reality
    05. Pretty Boy
    06. Locker Room
    07. It's Just Me / Crawl
    08. Sandstorm
    09. Horsetickler
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    GAG

    America's Greatest Hits

    [engl] Your favorite mid-tempo manglers are back and you should hold on to your fucking shit because this noisy hardcore punk outfit will make you want to fight someone. GAG is from Olympia WA and bring deranged, distorted and noisy hardcore with strength and anger. This record is a continuous attack on your senses. And I mean that in the best possible way! Ferocious dissonant hardcore focused in intensity and all-out rage. Experimental hardcore, an album of feedback and reverb drenched punk. A storming sea full of noise, with delayed waves! Our friends at sorry state said: I've loved this band pretty much from the beginning, but "Locker Room" just blows away their previous records with heavy, spot-on production and a complete sense of recklessness that very, very few bands are capable of capturing on record. Much like Gay Kiss and Avon Ladies, Gag at their best have this way of combining the meathead brutality of Hoax with something more dissonant, uncomfortable and exciting. Basically, what that means is that the bass player is playing a total pit-clearing riff while the guitar player(s?) just wail out with sheets of noise over the top. A simple formula, perhaps, but one that is executed to perfection here. This is the type of band you expect to see people emerging from the pit bruised and bloody after watching them. Their earlier releases perhaps left a bit to be desired fidelity-wise, but this 12" hits with maximum impact. The sound is raw, fucked, and wild hardcore with a heavy delay on the vocals and weird changes throughout. If you like bands like GISM, Church Whip, or United Mutation not just for their aggression but also for their weirdness as well, you'll flip for GAG. You want any references? I don't have a clear one! Listen to this beast and judge for yourself! The only thing I can say, the flagship of the NEW WAVE OF INDUSTRIAL HARDCORE IS BACK! This is music for freaks! Play it loud, get weird and spread the noise with the upside down smile!
    Format
    LP
    Release-Datum
    25.10.2015
     
  • 01. Fast Trash
    02. New York's Alright (If You Like Sex & Phones)
    03. Wasted On Youth-Melted Candle
    04. To & Fromme
    05. Wimpy Garcia (Brotherfucker)
    06. Ipso Facto (It's All Happening)
    07. New Dress (Debutante)
    08. Jenna Rations
    09. Affection
    10. Secs Tape

    GOTOBEDS

    Poor People Are Revolting

    [engl] The Gotobeds' members come from Pittsburgh, Penn., a place notorious for keeping great local bands to itself. But the racket these guys kick up on their first album, Poor People Are Revolting, might be too strong for the city to contain. Guitarists Eli Kasan and Tom Payne spent the last few years as part of the local hardcore band Kim Phuc. Joined by bassist Gavin Jensen and drummer Cary Belbeck, they bring that energy to The Gotobeds, a rowdy, ramshackle party house of a band, built on the intersecting bedrock of post-punk and indie rock. On Poor People Are Revolting, there's something crazy going on in every room, the front porch and the backyard: a party that never dies down or seems to stop, even as the neighbors complain and the cops drive past. Working from the spirit and fundamentals of a small handful of influences — the design sense and intellectual rowdiness of The Fall; the constant evolution and masterful poker faces of Wire, from whose drummer these guys borrowed their name; the sturdy, heroic melodic sense and layered tape-loop production of Mission of Burma — The Gotobeds' members paint a dirty, driven, vulgar portrait of Rust Belt restlessness. Poor People rockets out of the gate with "Fast Trash," a great intro to The Gotobeds' boundless energy. Two-parter "Wasted on Youth/Melted Candle" starts out with a tuneful riff that ratchets past pandemonium. Every song here is an honest-to-goodness anthem, ready to sweep you up in the throttling, last-call anxiety that permeates the band's work — even through all 10 minutes of the single repetitive riff that makes up "Secs Tape." Were these guys from New York City, they'd probably be too tired and broke to play with this level of fevered, feral inspiration. With no fear of being priced out, they launch one of the greatest arguments against Big Apple living with their single "NY's Alright." Like the album's title, the song is a double-edged sword, couching the relative excitement of New York (and hearing all about it from everyone who's moved there) against the reality of people staring into their cellphones on crowded sidewalks, constantly trying to maintain a standard of living that The Gotobeds can enjoy for next to nothing. The sentiment is hammered home in the video for the track, as the band drops a Parquet Courts LP out of its sleeve, only to see it shatter on the floor. One of the strongest American rock debuts in years, Poor People Are Revolting is an obscene gesture hoisted toward anyone who'd claim that the genre is dead.
    Format
    LP
    Release-Datum
    14.10.2014
    EAN
    EAN 4260016924387
     
  • 01. Stab You
    02. Stay Away
    03. Prison Cell
    04. Life In Despair
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    HAPPY HOOKERS FOR JESUS

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    [engl] If you are looking for a new and outstanding band from Europe, here you got it. My mind was blown after the first time of listening to these songs that are so depressive, cold, pissed and snotty. One thing was sure: I just had to repress this EP because 200 copies are far too little for this killer 7“. What you get is pure Danish unrelenting punk rock damage! Take the smarmy music oft The Urinals, speed it up to 150 % and crank the volume up to the max and you hear what the Happy Hookers For Jesus are all about. This 7“ is a little bastard of punk that‘s stuck in your head with the first listen. A nihilistic feedback orgy in four acts, packed with merciless insanity, screeching guitars, distorted echo-voice and a totally wasted I-don't-give-a-flying-fuck-attitude, all thrown together in a stinky garage. So, get it or get lost!
    Format
    7''
    Release-Datum
    13.01.2014