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LITTLE MERCURY:
First Thought / Best Thought: 10”
Little Mercury may have an Elvis Costello And The Attractions obsession. Not an entirely bad thing, but when the songs lack Declan’s pop hook genius, you have a wholly forgettable parcel of tracks. “Come up Twice” might be a saving grace and may even find its way on to a mix tape or podcast. It’s also the shortest track and one out of six just isn’t a good average. The guitarist caught mid-leap on the back of the jacket is the most exciting part of the release. White vinyl.  –Matt Seward (Quarrymen, quarrymenrecords.com)


LIMES:
Rhinestone River: CD
Sprawling, folksy college rock with plenty of twang and hints of psychedelia, Limes come across as a sedated J Mascis fronting Pavement, with languid vocals that droll over meandering, exploratory guitars and a mellow, easy-going back beat, peppered with vibes, accessory percussion, and trumpet. Listening to this reminds me not just of Pavement, but of their native Stockton, CA and its long, hot summers, where time and the air seem to stand still, no matter how much watery domestic you down in a futile attempt to combat the heat and the boredom.  –Jeff Proctor (Goner)


LIKE LIKE THE THE THE DEATH:
Cave Jenny: CD
Dang, these guys have some chops. The impeccably titled “Here Comes Irregular” kicks off with shimmering post-punk guitar before the strangled vocals burst in. From then on out the album is a nonstop exercise in frantic, noisy precision. Anthony Weber and Kyle Scheuer’s dual vocals alternate between ranting yelps and tuneful howls that stray just the right amount out of key before diving back into some downright pretty melodies. ‘90s indie fans who recognize the Silver Jews shoutout in LLTTTD’s stuttering moniker take heed: this band offers little of their namesake’s chilled-out sleepiness. On the other hand, Cave Jenny does owe much to the golden age of college rock. “Cry Tag” rips like an amped-up Superchunk, trading poppy harmonies for jagged riffs that venture in and out of mathy territory. Dissonant plodders “Tyrant Science” and “Paralyzer” contribute a heaviness that evokes Nation Of Ulysses with an extra dash of Minutemen weirdness. An all-around solid effort from these talented Wisconsin dudes.  –Indiana Laub (Latest Flame, dan@latestflame.com, latestflame.com)


LIFE STINKS:
“Shadow on the Wall” b/w “Drag You”: 7”
Name says it all: Life Stinks is influenced by Rocket From the Tombs-era proto punk. Mid-tempo songs with heavy guitars. Pretty cool and definitely worth the price of admission—although the little swastikas on the insert are stupid and redundant (Electric Eels had the asshole/nihilistic market cornered way back in the Nixon/Ford years and—while it was infinitely more brazen then—it was still dumb). On Total Punk, so you know the deal: small run with hand-stamped covers.  –ryan (Total Punk, floridasdying.com/tag/total-punk)


LAMBS:
Self-titled: 7”
This is one beautifully packaged record. Two-color screen print on heavy cardboard. It looks great. An added bonus is when the music is equally as great as the art. It is no secret that I have an affinity for German punk rock. Well, here is another band to add to the list. Heavy, melodic, and urgent (as if you can sound anything but urgent in German), I was sold on the first song. Luckily, there are six on this record. I think I’ll have another listen!  –ty (Contraszt! info@diyordie.net)


KNIFVEN:
“Smutsen” b/w “Bingo”: 7”
“Smutsen” is the peppier tune of the two, with “Bingo” following up with minor chords and an overall gloomier feel.  –jimmy (Gaphals, gaphals.se)


KING NINE:
Scared to Death: LP
Aww sheeit. This is top notch NYHC in that Crown Of Thornz and Will Shepler-era Agnostic Front/Madball way, but with some serious late ‘90s/early ‘00s Victory vibe ala Path Of Resistance, Skarhead, and the classic Clevo bands. Toss in some later period Cro-Mags, too. Oh, and like, Rejuvenate and DMIZE. Y’know, mid-paced, tight grooves and furious vocals ala Ezec, Choke, Chris Lohman (Collateral Damage), etc. I can’t think of a New York band that’s sounded this street-level and legit in some time. Old-school cats and newjacks should be equally psyched. So hard, so catchy, so goddamned good. –Dave Williams (Mass Movement, mmrecs.tumblr.com)


KATA SARKA / BODDICKER:
The David Lee Gorgoroth EP: 7”
You may have already seen the cover of this record. A David Lee Roth-esque creature (possibly David Lee Roth) in black metal regalia, complete with upside down cross on forehead and pentagram on chest. It’s been making the rounds. Unfortunately, this record is not a collection of black metalized Van Halen covers. It’s actually pretty straightforward. No jokes, just black metal/thrashy stuff on one side and chaotic hardcore stuff on the other. There may be some gags in the lyrics, at least on the Kata Sarka side, based on song titles like “Mired in Spleen,” but there’s no lyric sheet, so who can say? –mp (Reality Is A Cult)


JESU:
Everyday I Get Closer to the Light from Which I Came: CD/LP
I’ve been a fan of Jesu (aka Justin Broadrick) from the start, thus I’m familiar with the spectrum that the music can take: some albums are more atmospheric, mellow material—showcasing his appreciation for shoegazer music like Slowdive and My Bloody Valentine—while others tend towards more crunchy guitars, showing the influence industrial music has had on Broadrick. While many Jesu releases have been EPs, in that they have few songs, they can be quite lengthy in regards to overall time. This release is only five songs but clocks in at forty-three minutes, and has very little crunch (the one exception seeming to be some riffs on “The Great Leveller”). Rather, it focuses more on Broadrick’s interest with the ethereal. In fact, it’s probably the least heavy album in Jesu’s catalog. If fans of Jesu have been comfortable with Broadrick’s exploration of shoegazer music in the past, this is by no means a stretch. However, it’s also not Broadrick’s best attempt at the droney sound. That’s not to say it’s bad, because it’s certainly not played incompetently, nor is it overwhelmingly depressing; rather it’s introspective. Broadrick has mastered this sound and knows what he’s doing. But the album isn’t as compelling and nothing came out and grabbed me in an emotionally moving way, (although I did appreciate the nod to the Red House Painters’ snare and guitar work on “The Great Leveller”). I imagine I will always be a bigger fan of the heavier sound, but for fans of Jesu, and especially those who like shoegazer bands, this might be worth your time. As of this writing, the CD and colored LP are sold out, so your only options are black vinyl (one hundred pressed) and digital.  –kurt (jesu.bandcamp.com)


JAPANESE FURNACE:
Demo: Cassette
Okay, I liked the name first thing, so it started off a bit biased. Regardless, Japanese Furnace rages. There’s harsh-screamy vocals, hardcore-twangy metallic guitar shredding, fast-as-shit d-beat madness that stops, throbs, and swells, all keeping the fire burning. Along the likes of Urban Waste, Effluxus also comes to mind. I’m pretty sure Japanese Furnace is epic live. Lo-fi recording, handmade tape insert, true to DIY punk.  –Camylle Reynolds (Self-released)


JAPANESE BREAKFAST:
June: Cassette
Michelle Zauner of the band Little Big League recorded a song a day for the month of June and this tape is the result. Zauner’s voice has a pretty, ethereal quality to it, which makes the sometimes bleak lyrics all the creepier. Not the ultra lo-fi type of music that is routinely coming out on cassette these days, June is instead a very polished, stunner of a release. These one-minute tracks seem way longer than they are. Maybe Zauner honed her patience skills by having to wait for her Z name to be called last at school growing up? June is a class act all around.  –Art Ettinger (Ranch, ranchrecords.bigcartel.com)


INTERRUPTERS:
“Liberty” b/w White Noise”: 7”
Recorded by Tim Armstrong of Rancid fame and out on Hellcat, you probably have a good idea where this disc is coming from. A-side is a good Rancid-meets-Distillers jam and the flip a straight-up ska number, not unlike Armstrong’s recent outings. The female singer has great pipes, everything is all buttoned up and I’m sure they do great playing huge shows with Rancid. Good on ya. Me? I’ll be drinking a fifth in my car listening to Obliteration.  –Tim Brooks (Hellcat)


IMPALERS:
Self-titled: LP
Hailing from Austin, Texas and featuring members of Mammoth Grinder and Hatred Surge, Impalers execute punishing buzz saw d-beat with hardcore and metal fringes. The group is reminiscent of Anti-Cimex and Tragedy, but the howling licks are one hundred percent Discharge. This record seems to be crafted by punk vinyl junkies as it attacks without overindulgence and every influence is cohesive, blown out, guttural, awe-inspiring—it all sounds effortless. Yet, Impalers remain tactful in a full-on assault. Nothing is excessively embellished and the production is gleefully raw. The art, which is printed on an immaculate white envelope fold jacket, is appropriately hellish. Sadly, no lyrics are to be had. Highly recommended for heavy music hounds sick of butt rock posturing.  –Sean Arenas (Todo Destruido, tododestruido@gmail.com / 540, chaosintejas.bigcartel.com)


IDIOT TALK:
Self-titled: LP
Before hearing this I’d read that the band had a 1980s DC hardcore sound and there is no denying that there are numerous moments that bring to mind that sort of loose and trebly quality of the earlier groups on Dischord. However, I’d also add that Idiot Talk would not seem at all out of place on the Deranged label, given its propensity for releasing bands with a frenetic and often uncomplicated approach, both of which are evident across the eleven tracks on this debut album. The record closes with a cover of “Fascist Cops,” a 1978 track by Belgian band The Kids, which is played in a third less time than the original version took and is a great song because, let’s face it, who doesn’t like singing, “We hate, fascist cops” at the top of their lungs!  –Rich Cocksedge (Build Me A Bomb, info@buildmeabomb.com, buildmeabomb.com)


HUNGRY GAYZE:
Roadkill: 7”
Psyched-out, freakout scuzz punk from Orlando. Lo-fi production comes replete with herky-jerky rock and roll rhythms, caveman drumming, alternating male and female vocals slathered in reverb, and some séance-inducing organs, with some other intermittent, caterwauling keyboard noise. Perfect for your next garage rock dance party and fits right in with labelmates like the Jacuzzi Boys on Floridas Dying.  –Jeff Proctor (Floridas Dying)


HUNG UPS, THE:
6 Songs: CDEP
I loved The Hung Ups from the first listen. Their sound had a pop punk meets hardcore vibe that I’ve heard elsewhere, but they make it their own. This CDEP showcased some quality songwriting, including several earworms worth of hooks. The lead in the track “Social Anxiety,” was particularly sweet. Punks of all ages will dig the band’s lyrics. Anyone who’s worked a retail job will relate to the lyrics in the track “Dante Hicks,” even if they might not get the Kevin Smith movie references. Get over your musical hang ups and give this a listen.  –Paul J. Comeau (Hung Ups, thehungups.com thehungups@gmail.com)


HOUNDS OF HATE:
Self-titled: LP
I’m a fussy bugger at times and it doesn’t take much for me to not like a band/record but equally there are moments when there is one redeeming quality that draws me in and without which I’d pass on a release. Fortunately for Hounds Of Hate, there was one thing that held my focus on the first few plays of this and that was having a vocalist who sounded like a young Colin Abrahall of G.B.H. I’m actually pleased I kept with it as with repeated plays I was able to discern more elements on this album that I enjoyed. The brand of straightedge hardcore touted by Hounds Of Hate contains all the usual traits, being primarily a two speed dominated attack—a slow chugga chugga along with a more deliberate mid-paced variety, although, for good measure, there are some breakneck bursts making cameo appearances to spice things up a bit. The band makes good use of these changes of speed and they are interspersed nicely throughout the songs so that no one track becomes overly reliant on any single approach, ensuring my interest doesn’t wane. The songs have a rough, mean hardcore sound delivered in a fairly no-frills way and although I’d prefer more of the faster moments, which also remind me of G.B.H., this is another instance in which my perseverance with a record is rewarded. My only gripe would be the muddled drums which take some of the snap away from the music.  –Rich Cocksedge (Painkiller, painkillerrecords@gmail.com, painkillerrecords.com)


HOLIDAY:
Holiday: 7” EP
The band name has a positive vibe. The title of the EP brings to mind happy times. The energetic melodic punk accompaniment adds further to that feeling, but, ultimately, the lyrics, delivered with a Mancunian accent, throw a caustic cloak over the whole package with a focus on the crap that we are frequently forced to deal with in life. The opening track “Missiles on the Roof” takes a swipe at the London Olympics, not so much the sporting events but everything that occurred on the periphery—in what seemed like a risky move, surface-to-air missile launchers were situated in suburban areas in the event of any kind of threat during the games. There is no drop in quality in the remaining three tracks and this release really does have that perfect juxtaposition of upbeat music and downbeat lyrics. I really like the buzzsaw guitar along with the dynamism that the rhythm section brings to proceedings and I’m definitely left wanting more. This is released by five labels but Brassneck sent me this.  –Rich Cocksedge (Brassneck, brassneckrecords@hotmail.co.uk, brassneckrecords.bigcartel.com)


HARRINGTON SAINTS:
Bettin’ on a Longshot: The Singles Collection: CD
I could talk all day about the politics of oi and streetpunk bands. While one of the keystones of the genre has always been taking pride in representing the working class, the complexity of who the working class is and what they want has never been clear from the bands that represent the scene. As a result, I have always thought of oi and streetpunk bands as falling into two camps: those who might side with actual working-class, union strikers, and those who could be found at a Buffalo Wild Wings, watching mixed martial arts. For my money, Harrington Saints are not terribly exciting. There are a lot of lyrics about shining boots, fighting, and even a song called “Machine Guns and Molotovs,” which claims, “These are the tools of my trade.” I could list a dozen oi bands that I love. You can have Harrington Saints.  –John Mule (Pirates Press)


GITANE DEMONE:
The Reflecting Shadow: CD
Another solo effort from this former Christian Death chanteuse. Melding bits of goth, blues, jazz, and industrial with gobs of gloom and heaps of theatricality, she delivers nine tracks that sound like the possible fruits of Brecht, Waits, and early Coil collaborating on some morose musical, with her voice giving the whole undertaking some added class. The casual listener might find it all a wee bit too dark, but fans and folks who prefer their Halloweens without all the stifling modern day-glow jollity will find much to sink their filed teeth into.  –jimmy (Manic Depression)


GINO & THE GOONS:
“Troubled” b/w “I’m a Big Boy Now”: 7”
Mid-tempo punk’n’roll is always welcome when it’s done well. This record contains two stone cold winners. The vocals are snotty. The guitars are loud and grinding. “I’m a Big Boy Now” makes a solid declaration. Total Punk is on a roll. It’s a keeper.  –Billups Allen (Total Punk)


GENTLEMEN PREFER BLOOD / HANDS LIKE BRICKS:
Split: 7”
These two bands fit neatly into the past couple years of Southern California gruff-dude pop punk. If that means anything to you, you already know exactly what this sounds like. Gentlemen Prefer Blood plays along the lines of L.A. compatriots American Lies and The French Exit—or Latterman and Off With Their Heads, to be less regional. “New Year’s Resolution” kicks right off with a killer singalong chorus, a definite highlight of the split. Hands Like Bricks picks up the tempo on the flip side, two tracks of raucous punk reminiscent of Dear Landlord and early Social Distortion. The off-key vocals are really throwing me off, but the music is solid and fun. Lyrical content is mostly limited to being drunk and nostalgic about old friends. You know, punk stuff. As far as Los Angeles-area pop punk goes, this split is just about par for the course, but there’s nothing necessarily wrong with that.  –Indiana Laub (Radius)


GAGGERS, THE:
Rip You Off: LP
This record looks exactly like it sounds; sometimes you can judge by the cover. The Gaggers are a U.K. band that sound like an exact cross of The Briefs and The Stitches. Parts are quite reminiscent of the Hatepinks and The Distraction as well, with a real snotty Le Shok kinda vocal style. Fans of early Dirtnap, Modern Action, Hostage Records, and Southern California style beach punk will absolutely want to track this down.  –frame (Wanda)


FUTURE PRIMITIVES:
Into the Primitive: CD
Voodoo Rhythm is another one o’ those labels that ain’t afraid to put out music that grays up the areas around the “garage rock” niche its releases often fall into. This is a prime example of that, wherein you have a band that strips the whole garage thing down to its sonic and structural bare bones while still somehow managing to drop shades of ‘50s rock’n’roll, ‘60s beat, trash punk, and even some psychedelia into the mix. No simple hat trick, that. The results echo the storied careers of both The Cramps and Thee Headcoats whilst not sounding much like either. Danceable, raw, and not aiming to sound like the rest of the punters.  –jimmy (Voodoo Rhythm)


FUCKTARDS:
Self-titled: 7”EP
Took me some time to find any information on this band since the only thing printed on this 7” is the band name and names of songs. Turns out Fucktards are a Swedish band, from Hisingen, Gothenburg Sweden. Wouldn’t have guessed this by my first couple of listens. It’s straight early ‘80s hardcore punk/surf rock. Think Circle Jerks/JFA/Black Flag. Surf guitars with circle pit-inducing beats ready to work shit up into a foamy lather. It’s solid.  –Camylle Reynolds (Self-released, o.kilstrom@gmail.com)


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