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SHOCK:
Shockproof 1976-1979: LP
At this point, Artifix has set itself as thee premier reissue label for Southern California-based punk, and this latest release further solidifies that rep. Shock are one of the early L.A. punk bands, active 1976-79, perpetually lost in the wake caused by more celebrated bands like the Germs, Bags, Weirdos, and so on. They managed two rock-solid 45s that are permanent fixtures on the record collector circuit, but have largely remained obscure to the larger pack of punters. As is Artifix’s way, collected here are the tracks for said 45s, plus assorted outtakes, demos, live cuts, and rehearsal takes (one recorded during their 2013 reunion) and eight pages of liner notes, ensuring that a holistic view of the band’s oeuvre is available for those looking to partake, and delivered with the attention to detail and care one comes to expect from the label. Limited to five hundred copies on white vinyl, so ye know this is gonna go fast.  –jimmy (Artifix)


SICK THOUGHTS:
Coming Over: 7” EP
Comparisons with the late, great Jay Reatard are inevitable, not so much in the sounds, as much as a teenager in his bedroom making unearthly sounds. Sick Thoughts is Drew Owen from Baltimore. At seventeen he has already amassed quite a catalogue and shared the stage with more than a few great bands. He sounds like later butchered GG Allin or some of the more difficult Killed By Death obscurities like the Sick Things. Not as catchy as say the Atchungs, but in the same vein. Along with Total Punk records, Going Underground is fast becoming one of the top purveyors of the new wave of garage.  –Tim Brooks (Going Underground)


SICK THOUGHTS:
Moral Sickness: 7” EP
Looks like these Baltimore folks have kicked out a shit ton of recordings over a rather short slab of time, but this is the first I’ve heard from ‘em. Snotty angst-ridden, yet nonetheless apathetic KBD hardcore punk. This copy had some skipping issues on the A-side. Guess that issue is inherent in the press. Truthfully, all it really seemed to do was make the already short and chaotic songs a bit shorter. Not a big deal for an otherwise pretty rad 7”.  –Vincent Battilana (Blast Of Silence)


SICK THOUGHTS:
My Mess My Life: LP
The Oblivians and Jabbers-era GG Allin are what seem to be the main motivators behind My Mess My Life, which is an amazing thing for those of us with a taste for sleazy, fun garage punk. Hailing from Baltimore, Sick Thoughts is teenage a one-man band, whose real name is Drew Owen. Recorded on four tracks for maximum basement effect, the vinyl sounds great. Churning out a few releases over a relatively short time period, these records are going to be in the scum section of any proper record collection for ages.  –Art Ettinger (Dead Beat)


SICK THOUGHTS:
You Won’t Get Through: 7”
I’m listening to this over and over. The title track starts with a monotonous bass riff. The singer comes in, talking, sounding upset, but sort of subdued, sort of calm. Then, out of nowhere he begins shouting and it’s accompanied by this perfectly blaring guitar noise. It’s crushing. The chorus is really just a bludgeoning guitar riff and screams and cries of despair. On the flipside, the songs are no less disturbed, but weirdly catchy. I’m going to have to dig up more of this band’s stuff.  –mp (Fuck CDs, facebook.com/fckcds)


SICKS, THE:
Pretty Plastic: 7” single
Okay, I know I need to tell you more than just “This record is fucking awesome! Run out and get it, now!” Tough and catchy modern punk rock (which is not always as bad as it may sound, especially in this case) from out of Pittsburgh that features a lot of ex-members from other bands from that city, but, really, this band is damn good enough that we don’t really need to walk down that path to want to pick this up. Really, you could say that all their prior experience was a warm up to this record (and I’m imagining future recordings). The title track is well deserving of being a title track, for sure. They tap into that primal energy with the repetitive beat that is no frills, just lean and mean. The guitar is up in your face, pulling you in and shoving you from place to place, while the vocalist declares himself with “It’s a sickness!” and everyone else piling in right behind him. “Dose” on the flip brings the lights down just a little bit, with the bass starting off as the song steadily builds over time to a solid mid-tempo gait. Okay, now I’d like to say, “This record is fucking awesome! Run out and get it now!” And it comes on pink vinyl, in case you get jazzed about those sort of things.  –Matt Average (Fair Warning)


SILENT ERA:
2014: Cassette
Silent Era’s first show, which I was lucky enough to catch, was on a cold-as-shit rainy night. (I’m in California, so no need to pity me.) In a dank, filthy garage, my sweaty face reluctantly pressed against someone’s spiked leather jacket, I tried so desperately to sneak a glace through the packed crowd to see the where such immense vocals were coming from. I never did get a good look until the crowd cleared. Much to my surprise, the vocalist was a tiny, fresh-faced woman. Michelle’s vocals are huge, deep, and heavy, The expanse of her range can only come from a much-practiced voice, and, of course, raw talent. Think of a more subdued Pleasure Leftist approach. I should mention that she also plays guitar for the New Flesh, but here she’s front and center. Speaking of the New Flesh, Matt, who plays guitar for both New Flesh and Silent Era, has his hallmark guitar work just as much at the forefront as the vocals with his incredibly melodic dark post-punk sound. The riffs are intricate and complex, but still incredibly raw and catchy, which elevates their sound to a whole new level. It has the slower ebb of, say, the Cure and Arctic Flowers, but still somehow keeps things fresh and upbeat with Greg’s backbone of straightforward drums and the flourish of rapturous guitar on top. I have a feeling this is only the beginning. Get this tape!  –Camylle Reynolds (Self-released, silenterabayarea.bandcamp)


SIMPLY SAUCER:
Baby Nova: 12” EP
After reading about this band for decades, this is my first time hearing them. From all that I’ve read, these guys used to be more of a mix of punk with psychedelia and krautrock. On this album, recorded back in 2011, this sounds like an interpretation of Detroit proto punk like the Stooges and MC 5. Grooving low end, more rock’n’roll “let loose” attitude, and less chin stroking that comes from krautrock and prog. Not to mention I hear elements that sound like they could have come from mid 1960s horror films. I do like the indulgent workout ending of the title track, when they lose themselves in the song and don’t return. “Dance the Mutation” has shades of the Music Machine blended in the overall Detroit sound. “I Take It” is largely a poppy psych song with the grit of rock that keeps it from being lush, as well as adding that desperation that makes it convincing. I like it.  –Matt Average (Schizophrenic)


SIR DEJA DOOG:
Love Coffin: LP
Fans of the campy side of ‘60s music and B-movies will enjoy this record. If you like songs like “Monster Mash” and “I Put a Spell On You” (which they cover on this record), then this is right up your alley. You have Sisters Of Mercy meets Dracula vocals up front and doo wop female vocals in the back. Song titles like “She Came to Wake the Dead,” “Scorpio A-Go-Go,” and “My Love Bleeds Red” should give you an idea of what I’m talking about. Love Coffin is on 180 gram vinyl and comes with a nude photo of the band members inside. Halloween will be here before you know it. Will you be ready?  –Ryan Nichols (Self-released)


SKULLDUGGERY:
By Nelson’s Blood: CD
I’m a big fan of Pirates. I grew up in the south of England and was even banned from the Admiral Benbow (the pub that appears in Robert Louis Stevenson’sTreasure Island). I like the idea of carousing the high seas with jugs of ale and swarthy ne’er do wells. Not totally sure I need an album of pirate-themed shanties performed by members of the Destructors and English dogs. Imagine a metallic Flogging Molly, but instead of Irish songs they are Pirate songs. Funny, but definitely not essential to anyone’s collection.  –Tim Brooks (thedestructors.co.uk)


SLANG:
Devastation in the Void: CD
Getting old sucks. I can clearly remember reviewing something by these cats more than a decade ago and thinking they sounded like a street punk band, but I can’t find the disc or its accompanying review. No matter, as street punk this ain’t, but rather guttural-vocaled hardcore with equal parts Discharge and speed metal influences. Lyrically, they address global topics—nuclear contamination, concern for nuclear warfare, the corporate power grab, and so on—and the booklet provides footnotes so’s those maybe not as hip to what they’re on about can save a little time running Google searches to get up to speed. Shit’s tight; appropriately caustic and righteous.  –jimmy (Cleopatra)


SLICE OF LIFE:
Love and a Lamp-Post: CD
Two affirmatives and one negative: Yes, this is Steve Ignorant’s latest musical endeavor; yes, the lion’s share of musicians making up the rest of the band are folks who joined him on his “Last Supper” tour a few years back; no, my spiky-headed homie, this sounds nothing like Crass, Conflict, Stratford Mercenaries, or any other band he’s been in prior. Hell, if you base such things on sonic equivalencies and definitions that have been hammered home over several decades, most wouldn’t even define this as a “punk” album. Gone are Steve’s chord-shredding vocals, the staccato guitars and martial drums, and in their place are soft pianos, acoustic guitar, upright bass, the odd trumpet, harmonies, and :::GASP!::: the man actually singing, thick Cockney accent ‘n’ all. Often more contemplative and introspective, but no less angry, bitter, and outspoken, the songs get their point across more effectively via personal snapshots than Crass’s more obvious finger-wagging moments. It’s an ambitious effort—part singer-songwriter, part-Billy Bragg activist, part storyteller—and one that will no doubt polarize the legions of fans expecting him to blast them against the back wall. As anyone with some knowledge of the breadth of what once fell under the umbrella definition of “anarcho-punk” can tell ye, though, this falls right in line with that scene’s “express yerself how thou wilt” mentality. Is it my personal cup o’ tea? Not sure quite yet; my initial reaction is “no,” but I can see myself quickly warming to the “art” and sheer chutzpah, not to mention that, on the whole, they’re not terrible songs in the least. Would I recommend it? Most definitely, especially to the average punker ‘cause, let’s be honest here, if this record challenges your sensibilities, you need to play it until you realize that’s exactly what “punk” is supposed to do.  –jimmy (Overground)


SLIZZ, THE:
Self-titled: 7”
Uninspired post-punk. The songs are so bland they sound like something anybody could have made them. There’s just nothing to sink your teeth into. It’s like you get a meal and its all gravy. Grade: C.  –Bryan Static (Post Party Depression, no address listed)


SLOW DEATH, THE / KYLE KINANE:
Split: 7”
Very few live comedy/studio band split records out there, so this is notable. Kyle Kinane tells the true story of driving past a skunk with his head stuck in a mayonnaise jar, and the ensuing efforts to save said skunk. He’s a natural storyteller, and though I didn’t laugh while I listened, I’m sure I would’ve had I been there in the club for the re-telling. The Slow Death does a couple faithful (Young) Pioneers covers. I prefer the originals, particularly “Fuck the Labor Pool,” but they give both songs a slightly more pronounced, measured, hearty Americana sweep, which works. If there’s something to connect people who bought the Inside Llewyn Davis soundtrack to people who ordered records from Vermiform, this could be it.  –Matt Werts (Silver Sprocket, silversprocket.net / Rad Girlfriend, radgirlfriendrecords.com)


SOGGY CREEP:
Worry Lines: Cassette
Soggy Creep might be waiting for you in a dark alley, the corner they’ve been hiding in littered with butts mixing in the oily, swirling rain puddles. Dark, tension-filled tunes meant to conjure nightmares. Die Kreuzen’s October Filefor 2015. You get four songs on matching yellow cassette and pro cover with a fantastic band portrait drawing on the interior (unfortunately, no lyrics). Really great release and limited to one hundred, so get on it.  –Matt Seward (Self-released)


SON OF A GUN:
No Bread: LP
As decent as this is, it’s hard to see it as anything other than Ty Segall/King Tuff/Burger Records run-off. But if you’re young or drunk or high enough, does that matter? What are your thoughts on fun? Do you like rock’n’roll? Under what conditions? Really ask yourself.  –Matt Werts (Tall Pat)


SONIC AVENUES:
Self-titled: LP
I’m surprised by this LP. I guess it’s because I had never heard of this Montreal band and had zero expectations. I guess I wasn’t paying attention because this is their fourth release. Solid power pop with a ‘90s indie alt sound. Think more in the line of Pixies and the Replacements mixed with the pop sensibilities of the Undertones. Vocals are nasal and heartfelt. The pop melodies are upbeat and flow with ease. Highlights like “Out of my Head,” “Bleed Me Dry,” and “Radiation” are catchy as hell. Keep an eye out for this LP if you’re already a fan, or have a soft spot for power pop.  –Camylle Reynolds (Dead Broke)


SORE EYELIDS:
For Now: LP
Emo-rock with a lonely, reverby sound, like the band is playing at the end of a sad tunnel. The guitars twinkle, then get crashing and punky at the right times. From Sweden. Like Mineral’s grimy little brother.  –Chris Terry (TellWilhelm.com)


SPASTIC HEARTS, THE:
No Girls, No Fun: LP
This is a fun and inoffensive record filled with super slick-sounding pop punk songs about girls, girls, and relationships (most likely with girls). This would likely fit well amongst any Ramones-influenced pop punk records, with the Huntingtons immediately coming to mind as a comparison. But, this has more polish and more of an ‘80s power pop influence than the straight-up Ramones chomping of a band like the Huntingtons. It comes off way more pop than punk, and while despite feeling a little too slick at times, it’s done really well. This is the kind of record I put on the turntable when I’m in a bad mood because you can’t possibly continue feeling upset when something this catchy and infectious is playing.  –Mark Twistworthy (Jolly Ronnie / Swamp Cabbage)


SPIRIT OF THE BEEHIVE, THE:
Self-titled: Cassette
This is the kind of music that I like, but only find myself listening to in certain moods—those moods being when I’m really fucking high. Due to my rather specific tastes in that area, I’m almost never high and hardly ever listen to music like this: psychedelic indie rock played in the meandering style of Sonic Youth and Sebadoh, stuff like that. Mostly loping. Dreamy riffing over lackadaisical male and female vocals with some occasional harsher distortion thrown in to keep it interesting while lyrics tell jaded tales of the loser chic life. If you get enough druggy post-hardcore, you’ll probably appreciate this.  –Craven Rock (Ice Age)


SPOONBOY / GOODBYE PARTY:
Split: 7”
I’ve seen Spoonboy play. One man tour. It did not prepare me for a full band release. “Great Mistake Maker” hits like the Street Eaters’ side of their Severance Package split—rollicking bass hopping around through sunshine and grit. And now that you’re all amped up, you get a Springsteen/Ted Leo swaggering storyline about “Linus & Me.” Two songs may be the perfect dose and you might find a little freedom in letting yourself love these tracks. The Goodbye Party is Beach Boys garage and the Spoonboy side will prevent me from ever remembering them. Clear red vinyl.  –Matt Seward (Silver Sprocket)


STAY CLEAN JOLENE:
Self-titled: LP
It’d be easy to simply compare Stay Clean Jolene to Leatherface, Broccoli, Snuff, and Annalise and leave it at that. And, truthfully, it wouldn’t be too far off the mark. Stay Clean Jolene absolutely boils down the best of what its English predecessors has given us into a wonderfully concise, immediately memorable package. But there’s more at work here than all of that. There’s an accessibility that the aforementioned legends often lacked. A knack for wheat-over-chaff that pummels with hooks, at times reminiscent of Hot Water Music’s Cautionor perhaps even The Loved Ones’ Keep Your Heart: big, succinct anthems that expertly balance grit and sheen. Here’s hoping that Stay Clean Jolene can make a deservedly huge splash on both sides of the pond, because this is a band and a record that should appeal to all walks under our giant punk umbrella.  –Dave Williams (Dead Broke / Drunken Sailor / Eager Beaver, eagerbeaver.shop-pro.jp / JSNTGM)


STONE MACHINE ELECTRIC:
Garage Tape: Cassette
Two dudes named “Kitchen” and “Dub” have committed to cassette an album’s worth of bluesy “improvisations,” recorded live and heavy on psych undertones. My dad used to watch Austin City Limits back in the day; he probably would have dug this all right, or at least found some admirable qualities. To me, Garage Tape sounds self-indulgent, meandering, and just staggeringly wanky. I’m assuming there are plenty of listeners for this type of shit, but I think they’re scattered few and far between when it comes to the pages of Razorcake.  –keith (Stone Machine Electric))


STREAMLINED:
Self-titled: 7” single
Listening to this reminds me of the days when labels like K, Teen Beat, and Simple Machines were putting out some primo pop. Streamlined play music that is atmospheric and subdued. The sort of thing you listen to late at night with a single lamp on in your room. Think of a much less slick Mazzy Star, mixed with Days of Wine and Roses Dream Syndicate. “Little Black Cloud” is my favorite of the two. It’s the guitar that pulls you in with its near-ethereal style, and then there’s the way the singer sings in this confident way without trying. The A side, “Jackpot” is a touch more loud and aggressive (but not in the typical way of beating you over the head) with the guitar hitting a little harder on the down stroke, and the tension created with the second guitar track underneath. The drums keep it cool the whole way through. You would never guess in a million years that Todd Swalla from the Necros and Laughing Hyenas is in this band.  –Matt Average (Scumbros)


SVFFER:
Lies We Live: LP
Holy shit! This is some monstrously heavy powerviolence! Not my subgenre of choice, but the brutally thick and clear production makes this infinitely more listenable than most powerviolence records. And with blast beats notemployed every single moment of every song, this record is about the most dynamic I’ve ever heard in this corner of the hardcore world. Bleak and black, well played and perfectly presented, this German band is clearly firing on all cylinders.  –Chad Williams (Vendetta, vendettarecords.de / Per Koro, perkoro.com, info@perkoro.com / Halo Of Flies, halooffliesrecords.com)


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