Maximumrocknroll
Happy
and... violent - Daredevil
Magazine
What if Surf meets Psychobilly....Introducers...that´s what´s happening.
Yes...this CD is one of the better fusions of two genres. I just love these
cool Surf vibes like The Kilaueas and The Jars plus the dirty touch of Rock´n´Roll
like Batmobile and Necromantix. It´s amazing how happy and in the same
moment how violent this music is. This could be also the soundtrack for Pulp
Fiction II where Bruce Willis get f**ed til tears by a depressive elephant this
time...covered with blood and sweat...yes...I think that´s the best way
to describe the music of Introducers. I highly recommend this album to every
fan of Surf, Rock- and Psychobilly...P-p-p-p-pussycat.
Home
of Rock
Dass es in meinem, und des Bundeskanzlers, bevorzugten Urlaubsland neben Vino
und Amore auch etliches an guter Musik gibt, ist bei uns ja nicht unbedingt
so bekannt.
Dass es musikalisch noch was anderes als Ariensänger und Popschmalzler
a la Ramazotti, Albano und Romina etc. gibt, wurde einem zumindest teilweise
durch Sänger wie Celentano, Zucchero oder Conte signalisiert. Das läuft
aber alles noch in eine ähnliche Ecke und von richtig guten Rockbands ist,
trotz einer gewaltigen Prog-Rock-Szene, hierzulande kaum was zu hören.
Da gibt es allerdings die drei Kerle von W.I.N.D., die einen dermaßen
geilen Southern-Blues-Rock spielen, dass man sie zwar im Süden vermutet,
allerdings in dem der Vereinigten Staaten und kaum aus Italien. Und dann gibt
es da z.B. eine Band aus Turin, die man auch eher woanders ansiedeln würde.
Introducing: INTRODUCERS!
Diese vier
Italiener haben sich einem "violent surf rock" verschrieben und sind
geeignet jede Beachparty zum Kochen zu bringen. Schon die Instrumente auf dem
Cover wecken Erinnerungen an die frühen 60er und wenn der Player anspringt,
zuckt das Surfbrett an der Wand voller Vorfreude. Natürlich instrumental,
rauschen die INTRODUCERS in typischem Tempo mit einem lupenreinen Surfrock daher,
wie ihn Koryphäen wie Dick Dale propagierten. Das geht gern auch mal abgefahrener
zu, wie in Pussycat, wenn auch Einflüsse aus Punk und New Wave zu hören
sind. In diesem Song gibt's auch etwas Gesang, jedoch bleiben die Gitarren tonangebend.
Ich denke, auch ein Link Wray hätte an dem wilden Rhythmus und treibenden
Tempo von Kerumph seine Freude. Gern unterbricht die Band mal einen Song, um
gleich darauf wieder vehement einzusteigen.
Klar erinnert das öfter mal an irgendwelche Filmmusiken. Rancho Deluxe lockt einen über die Grenze nach Mexico zu einem wilden Ritt durch die Wüste und eigentlich fehlt nur noch... ach nee, da kommt ja schon das "Arriba!". Ihr Faible für die 60er ist nicht nur an dem "The Who Maximum R&B"-T-Shirt zu erkennen, sondern auch an Songs wie Cold Lola, bei dem sie durchaus den frühen WHO oder auch den KINKS ähnlich klingen, bzw. ist in dem Song auch ein gutes Stück Garagenrock a la REPLACEMENTS vorhanden.
Wenn die INTRODUCERS
zur Akustischen greifen und die Lippen stülpen, dann ist man endgültig
in einem Soundtrack angelangt. Ich weiß den Filmnamen jetzt nicht, aber
mit Sicherheit ist es ein Spaghetti-Western! Könnte was mit Clint Eastwood
sein, aber ich tendiere eher zu Terence Hill/Bud Spencer, so Richtung "Rechte
und linke Hand des Todes". Irgendwas mit "with a bible and a gun"
kommt mir in den Sinn, auch wenn es hier nur instrumental gespielt wird. Dafür
steigt für das Solo auch eine E-Gitarre mit ein und macht dem Song zum
Hit dieser Scheibe. Für einen Ausritt kann es kein besseres Stück
geben als das hier. Zur Not tut's auch ein Drahtesel...
Bei Surf Feva' handelt es sich wieder um voll abgehenden Surf-Rock'n'Roll, dem
eine in erster Linie auf den Basssaiten gespielte Melodie den Antrieb verleiht.
Der Rock'n'Roll-Anteil ist hier recht hoch und ein BEACH BOYS-mäßiges
"whoohoohoo" betont das Surffieber noch mehr. Ein ganzes Stück
bedrohlicher klingt Somethin' Voodoo mit seinem hypnotischen Groove. Spaß
zu haben verstehen die Turiner offensichtlich. Auch zu erkennen an Titeln wie
Beer Me Up Mr. Sten, das sich ansonsten in gut tanzbaren Surf-Rock-Bereich bewegt.
Bei Wicked wird wieder eine Brücke zum Punkrock geschlagen während
man sich mit Delawares ein weiteres Mal auf dem Weg durch die Sierra Madre,
oder was ähnlichem, wähnt.
Wer sich gerade in den Urlaub begeben möchte, kann sich hier 'ne halbe Stunde prima antreiben lassen und sich schon mal auf die Strandfete freuen. Dürfte allerdings auch zuhause funktionieren. Wie sangen schon die RAMONES: "they got their surfboards and they're going to the discotheque..." --Epi Schmidt, (Impressum, Artikelliste), 03.08.2004
TH'
LOSIN STREAKS
Maximumrocknroll
three-chord
proto-punk tunes - http://www.sfweekly.com/issues/2004-09-08/reviewed3.html
As
easy as the three-chord proto-punk tunes found on Lenny Kaye's classic Nuggets
compilation might be to play, too many garage revivalists confuse raw primitivism
with outright sloppiness. Not so with the Sacramento-based thugs who make up
Th' Losin Streaks, who bring the kind of snarling swagger to their raucous debut
that would do their fuzzed-out forebears proud. Despite treading the genre's
well-worn subject matter of two-fisted romancing ("Beg, Steal or Borrow"
and "Your Love, Now") and love gone awry ("The End"), Th'
Losin Streaks keep things fresh with razor-sharp hooks and Tim Foster's gruff,
authoritative vocals. Sacto guitar legend Mike Farrell deals out one searing,
sustain-driven lead after another, helping drive the tracks with the same wild
abandon that Jeff Beck brought to the Yardbirds' more unhinged rave-ups. Rounded
out by a few choice covers (including the Guess Who's "It's My Pride"
and the Holland/Dozier/Holland chestnut "I'm Leaving"), Sounds of
Violence lives up to its name, announcing Th' Losin Streaks as NorCal's new
garage-rock contenders. - DAVE PEHLING / SFWEEKLY
LOSIN
STREAKS, TH' Sounds Of Violence
A few months ago, a buddy of mine and I (Allan) went out to a neighborhood club
to see some bands for the first time. One we'd been told was a pretty good '60-ish
garage style outfit. Worth checking out. The other we'd never heard of, but
you never know. The first band (the one we went to see and whom shall remain
nameless) was...ok. We were sitting here,
nursing our beers, thinking...pretty good. Yeah, they're doing the sixties garagey
thing pretty well. They had the look, the suits, the haircuts, the vintage gear.
But we were, ultimately, yawning. Guess it was getting late (it was a weeknight).
So we thought we might split when they were done, we'd had our dose of rock
for the evening. But, then we though we'd just stick around and see if the second
band was any good too. You know, give 'em a chance, maybe check out a song or
two. Well this is how it went down: within about ten seconds of their first
song, we were out of our chairs and standing as close to the stage as we could
get. Utterly electrified. That's when we realized, that the first band wasn't
remotely good at all. These guys -- Th' Losin Streaks -- simply blew 'em away,
and did what a good band should do -- make you forget that you've gotta get
up in the morning, are tired and have had enough beer. They were doing the same
retro sixties thing as the first band, but so much more PUNK. This is what rock
n' roll is supposed to be. Total high energy mayhem. Amazing showmanship.
This is what it must have been like way back when, when bands had to compete,
playing for hours in a sweaty dive in the bad part of town or at a crazy frat
party where if you didn't rock the house you got beaten with baseball bats (or
given wedgies or something, I don't know, I'm speculating). You had to kick
ass. Well Th' Losin Streaks take that tradition to heart. Nothing but 100 percent
(or more) ass kickin' is what we witnessed. They weren't even past their second
song when one of the guitarists was standing on the drum kit. And the other
guitarist, a true maniac, was dropping our jaws with his bizarre stage antics.
He was good -- even when soloing with just one hand while striking crazy poses
and pointing with the other. He's got some moves, that guy! And let's not forget
the drummer, a hard hitter who kept it all together and even did a great job
singing one of the songs. If I'd been in the opening band and saw all this,
I'd have thought about giving up and doing something else with my life. Ok,
what does all this mean to you? 1) if you live in Northern California, go see
'em!! They're from Sacramento (being former members of The Troublemakers, I
believe) and I'd imagine live to play live. In fact, they're gonna be playing
around the block from Aquarius at the 12 Galaxies on Friday, the 12th of November.
2) they have a record, Sounds Of Violence. It's not gonna destroy you like their
show will (although if you play it really loud, get really drunk, and use it
as the soundtrack to watching some Hong Kong kung fu classic on a black-and-white
TV you might come close to having as good a time as seeing 'em live) but it's
pretty darn good, delivering their fuzz-laden Nuggets style punk to your home
in fine fashion. And there's even a Guess Who cover. Th' Losin' Streaks prove
you don't have to go all the way to Detroit for the garage-rock goods, that's
for sure. They're such a rad band I'll even forgive 'em for unnecessarily abbreviating
The to Th'!
Pure,
unadulterated garage rock - Maximum
Ink
When I was a kid, growing up in the 1960's, my older brother Jim would slick
his hair up with Brylcream, put on chinos, and go out to rock shows. The music
played by bands around Saginaw, Michigan at the time was raw, threatening and
loud. The morning after the show he'd tell my other brother and me all about
the bands he saw and if he hadn't bought the record at the show, he'd buy it
soon. The Losin' Streaks sound like the bands that we listened to back then
- Pure, unadulterated garage rock. Known for their fiery performances, The Losin'
Streaks were formed by Tim Foster and Stan Tindall of seminal garage band, the
Troublemakers, Matt K. Shrugg of San Francisco's Zodiac Killers and Mike Farrell,
who is recognized throughout the Golden State as the finest guitarist in California.
Sounds Of Violence is a masterpiece that sounds modern while maintaining the
sleazy garage music legacy played by guys in clothes that are too tight. By
David A. Kulczyk
MAXIMUMROCKNROLL
GOOD OLD CHEEPS / Ante Up, Bellingham! / by LANCE CHESS / Portland Mercury
I don't expect much from Bellingham. Do you? I mean there's Estrus Records--but what have they done for you lately? Oh yeah and, uh, back in the ol' days, Garage Shock used to keep us entertained one weekend a year. I'm not sure I ever expected a Phoenix to rise from the ashes of Bellingham, but seemingly, it has. Defying all logic, the city that always sleeps has produced The Cheeps. Like a stray bullet on its way to a hunting accident, the Cheeps' self-titled release on Slovenly Records is a rollicking dynamite enema, keeping with the band's self-proclaimed ethos: "We like to think of ourselves as a good times band."
The Cheeps have sought the good times for quite a while now, playing together for about four years. You can almost smell the resume coming off the album: "Party, Gig at the 3-B, Party, Compilation, Party, Gig at the 3-B, Short West Coast tour... " basically playing footsie until this release. Whatever Slovenly is giving their bands, however, it's working. I watched the Cheeps' labelmates, The Spits, fuck around doing the same thing--until they signed with Slovenly. It's probably something simple like creative control and/or basic support, but Slovenly is giving these bands the boost they need.
The album is fronted by the provocatively named "Leatherpants," during which The Cheeps hurl aural birthday cakes frosted with motor oil. Their sound is wound up and a little on the slop-tastic side. With all the buzzing and honking (achieved with a marriage of non-distasteful horns and guitars), at times they sound like a rampaging bull in a scrap with a hornet's nest. Tracks like "Don't Track That Shit In" and "Bees" absolutely howl. Conjuring images of weird crank-fueled NASCAR neighbors, "Watch the World Go By" and "Little Bug" feature big spooky organs and tell tales of how small Bellingham really must feel to a pack of young werewolves on the prowl for the aforementioned "good times." There is quality here in harmony with fuck-all.
With 16 songs around
the magic three-minute mark, the Cheeps' debut is a full-throttled party rock
juggernaut. It's raucous, danceable and brief. And most importantly, it doesn't
take itself too seriously.
Brutale
angrep på såvel instrumenter - www.groove.no
Looking for trouble?
The Great
Lost Trouble Makers Album ble opprinnelig kun gitt ut på vinyl i 1998,
men nå i 2003 er det tilgjengelig også på CD. Sacramentos
The Trouble Makers er særdeles rå garagepunk, som i sin villskap
kan minne mye om Billy Childish og hans mange band. Vokal, gitar, bass og trommer
spilt inn så det omtrent høres ut som om det er opptak gjort i
øvingslokalet. Brutale angrep på såvel instrumenter som låter.
I sin primitivitet
oppnår The Trouble Makers å spre glede og energi, men de mangler
litt sjel. De har det tydeligvis moro, men mangler den hjerteskjærende
innlevelsen som må til for å glede et garagehjerte. Lyden er tynn
og skurrete, men ikke mer enn det som naturlig følger arven etter Childish-band
som Thee Headcoates og Thee Mighty Ceasars.
Låter
som Let's Go In 69 bringer assosiasjoner til gutter og jenter med langt hår
og lugg som rister på armer og hofter. Slik hørtes faktisk en del
av de mer brutale banda ut på midten av 60-tallet. Andre låter er
mer preget av at The Trouble Makers egentlig er oppvokst med punkrock. Take
a Look At Me har man hørt bedre med andre før. Andre ganger trøkker
de til med eksplosiv overbevisning, som i Missy og Get Out of My Head. Av og
til skjærer de ut i Stones-land. Hør I Hope She's Satisfied og
tenk It's All Over Now.
Bandet sitter
med troverdigheten i behold og vel så det. Det kan bli litt ensformig
i lengden, men flere av låtene har det som skal til for å bevege
på musklene mine. Om bandet fortsatt eksisterer vites ikke. Gjør
de det ser jeg mer en gjerne at de kommer seg en ny tur i studio snarest for
å følge opp dette.
- Jonas Prangerød,
15.08.2003
Lost At Sea
Magazine
Ostensibly a rockabilly band on previous, now unavailable releases, The
Atomiks weave a classic rock and roll feel on Motordeath with America's
other timeless convention, the automobile. Oh, and death. So basically, it's
a post-rockabilly album about cars and dying. As if there haven't been
enough of those already this year.
But seriously: amid all the rock-is-back garbage America has been subjected
to over the last two years, Motordeath is refreshingly modest about it's
rather lived-in, honest rock 'n' roll sound. And there really is roll here,
along with the rock, with the sort of backbeat that has been left behind by
many rock bands. And the way The Atomiks blend elements of early rock and
roll, from rockabilly to surf to British Invasion riffs, is done without the
obnoxious hipster smirk of rock revivalists like Jon Spencer.
With a full rhythm section and few traces of country, however, this isn't a
traditional rockabilly record, although the upright bass is a nice addition.
The members of The Atomiks rock with a little more vigor, tearing it up on
the title track and "Death In Cars." The band also tries on slower
songs
built around acoustic rhythms or even pastoral folk rock, as in "Carrie."
The lyrics in particular twist away from any sense of rock 'n' roll
tradition. Lines like "You're a roller derby queen tonight/ Your temple
is
bought and sold/ By a face caught in the headlights" pop up throughout
the
record, and the weird religious references to saints and sins snake through
the cars like a doomsday Bruce Springsteen who has given up all hope of ever
escaping Jungleland.
Of course it's easy to hide a record review behind a lot of genre
identifications and heady comparisons, but the truth is that with Motordeath
the members of The Atomiks have crafted an unusual and enjoyable rock 'n'
roll record that performs well on its own merits.
Reviewed by Erick Bieritz
LOST AT SEA Magazine
Garage/Blues
dall’Olanda con furore!!! - Punkadeka
punk web magazine
Incredibile! Su
disco il duo olandese dimostra molto più chiaramente le sue ascendenze
(lontane) artistiche, poiché “live” la sua energia devastante
non lascia spazio a messa a fuoco alcuna. LO, chitarrista-cantante, ex leader
dei VIVA LA MUERTE!, combo garage-rock olandese leggendario degli anni ’80,
deve avere solidissime frequentazioni auditive, perché, come la Blues
Exlosion di Jon Spencer, Countdowns…..in coppia con LITE alla batteria
sembra recuperare in COMICS, primo loro lavoro sulla lunga distanza per la 702
Records uscito qualche tempo fa, lo spirito più crudo e selvaggio dei
primissimi Rolling Stones, quelli ’60 dei caotici ed inascoltabili concerti,
ma anche gli Stones che predicavano in “Exile on Main Street” il ritorno
alle origini con un delta-blues tutto americano!!! Come non riconoscere nei
blues White Mash, Something’s Sorry, le sguaiate inflessioni vocali e l’armonica
squassante del Mick Jagger ancora vergine, nella slide impazzita e deragliante
di LO i liquidi sgangherati incroci chitarristici dei Keith Richards e Brian
Jones giovincelli; ma anche Clean Spot, non sa rinunciare ai fantasmi pesanti
del Beefheart free-blues di Mirror Man!!! Tutto ciò comunque non vi tragga
in inganno: ugualmente LO-LITE impongono per tutti i solchi di COMICS una ruspante
estetica lo-fi minimal-blues come in Ugh-Ugh, Hotrod Shooter, Le Twist, Holy
Rooster, un autentico bagno di purezza swamp/boogie assatanata in quelle benedette
incontaminate radici la cui memoria i “maestri” summenzionati hanno
annegato in una deleteria “routine”.
Bluesy,
primal noise - Razorcake
... sorta like John Spencer covering the Gun Club after a PCP bender. Heavy,
claustrophobic shit that’ll surely ruin the night of any alcoholic who
refuses to leave after last call.
Thick
as red dirt - Smashin'
Transistors
Lo-Lite are the rock and rollin' brothers of the rubber burnin' fiends over
there. Heavy on an American skronk like the Bassholes at their unstablest these
Dutch scavenge for noise for something to make a big pile of smoke. Thick as
red dirt mud low end and maniacal broken beer bottle neck slide runs swagger
around the room calling up some wrench wringing buddies over to stomp and thump
each other.
Sidekicks Review
- Be
Nice to Mommy
Lo-lite - "Sidekicks" - 702 Records
Ecco un'altra grande band, di cui avrei ignorato l'esistenza se non fosse stato
per il buon Walter che mi ha mandato il loro promo! I Lo-lite sono un duo chitarra-batteria
olandese con all'attivo un paio d'album e di singoli, e si muovono lungo le
coordinate del blues e del rock'n'roll più malato. Nonostante la line-up
ridotta all'osso, il suono di questo disco di prossima uscita e tutto fuorché
debole. Lungo le 14 tracce che compongono l'album si passa da blues figli di
un John Lee Hooker (pace all'anima sua) in acido dove è la slide-guitar
e la voce malata a regnare ad altri che odorano di tradizione rock'n'roll evitandone
però i più beceri luoghi comuni. Sinceramente non saprei fare
dei paragoni con altre band, ma vi basti sapere che pur muovendosi in una musica
in cui tutto o quasi e stato scritto i nostri non sono per nulla dei meri scopiazzatori
e questo dovrebbe gia bastarvi. (Mr.Wolf)
Sidekicks Review
- Punkadeka
Duo olandese dedito ad un trash blues punk quello che ci offre l'etichetta statunitense
di, tra gli altri, Schared of Chaka e LoudMouths... Un lp bello tosto, schietto
e potente... un concentrato di trashpunkrock e marcissimo blues con voce sanguigna
e chitarra che da sola sembra voler valicare i confini del rockarolla più
classico con riff evasi.
Un lp ben confezionato... con pezzi più e meno tirati ma tutti dall'attitudine
sporca... nell'accezione migliore del termine.... per gli amanti del genere
sicuramente una perlina da non farsi sfuggire... alla larga invece gli amanti
dell'indie punk più classico...
Saranno in questi giorni in tour in italia, dunque sotto non possiamo che riportarvi
le date nella speranza che, qualora passassero sotto casa ci facciate un pensierino.....
Sidekicks
Review - i
wanna - ipunkrock.com
LO-LITE son una banda formada por dos holadenses que hacen carrera a las catacumbas
mas sucias de intención cavernícola y desquiciada en lo que es
su ya tercer disco de larga duración. El sonido de este disco se evade
hacia un garage de esos de lata mezclado con las sobrecargas punks setenteras
de los mas sucios antros londinenses de la época.
Formado de 14 canciones
propias de Trash Punk Blues como a algunos les gusta definir a este duo de malabaristas
sónicos, Sidekick, es sin duda una alternativa muy efectiva a la sobrecarga
de High Energy del que ultimamente tanto escuchamos.
No esperes grandes malabares con la instrumentación de las canciones
ni sonidos elaborados de melodias sin fin, tampoco creas que hay una batería
perfectamente alineada, nada de eso, solo si buscas algo de suciedad atormentada
por golpes efectivos de slideguitars y baterias aporreadas sin miramientos te
darás por contento y satisfecho.
Como ellos bien dicen "sus canciones se evaden de los cliches mas tontos y esperados del Rock'n'Roll".
Sin duda, algo diferente es lo que encontramos en estas canciones y eso se palpa y se aprecia enormemente al recorrer Sidekick palmo a palmo.
Omnipresent
sex-addiction
- Komakino
Lo-lite - Sidekicks (cd, 14tx, 35'58'' - 7o2 Records 'o2) - Booze-up
with Stooges and Howlin' Wolf, to cite a great black blues man
ranging around 7o's and 9o's, - a kind of blues&boogie, acid and rancid
on oblique voice, treble level at its highest, - slide on guitar, sometimes
out of chord, - quick and dragging on the #6, - with an organ also appearing,
- but especially on the 7th, the bottle neck rules at its best. A dynamic album,
deutsch combo duet, drums/guitar (sung in english), - - They have just been
touring italy last february, and unfortunately i missed their show. -
Suggested if You are into Spencer Blues Explosion (but without omnipresent
sex-addiction [i know, some of You are just saying ' what remains?']), Chrome
Cranks, Countdowns, and Cramps, but with roots in Alabama
and not in horror B-movies.
Info: www.lo-lite.nl
Sidekicks Review-
Fret (Dutch Zine)
LO-LITE
Sidekicks
(Slovenly Records)
In eigen land hebben we de laatste jaren niet zoveel van dit bijzondere duo
gehoord. Het
tweetal concentreerde zich dan ook vooral op het buitenland, iets wat ook wel
zal moeten,
want voor dit soort muziek is in Nederland maar een klein clubje liefhebbers
te vinden.
Vooralsnog lijkt dat goed te lukken, want Slovenly is niet zomaar het eerste
het beste
label en het kan gerust als een hele eer beschouwd worden dat het tweetal daarbij
kon
tekenen. Zo kan het ook gebeuren dat het derde volwaardige Lo-Lite album eerder
in de USA
verschijnt dan hier. Sidekicks lijkt in ieder geval gevarieerder dan het eerder
langspeelmateriaal waardoor luistermoeheid deze keer geen kans krijgt. De trashblues
van
dit duo is apart en erg meeslepend en ondergetekende wordt er bepaald vrolijk
van. De
erfgenamen van de jonge Captain Beefheart zullen waarschijnlijk eerder erkenning
krijgen
in het buitenland dan hier, maar de kenners weten beter. How How!
(RB)
Grave digger's
with a truckload of dynamite
- smashin'
transistors
LO-LITE "Sidekicks" (Slovenly CD)
Dutch cuisine is not known for it's greasy aspects. They always wanna throw
an apple or apricot into everything. Lo-Lite must have one of those big oil-drum
converted into a grill in their backyard. The air is always filled with the
smell of a pig roasting and the sound of raw blues punk wailings. The drummer
opens beer bottles by smashing them on the side of his kit and the guitar player
picks up a bottleneck that's not shattered into a million pieces to use for
some seriously trashy slide noise on one of the most rumbling, low-end over
driven guitar amps in the entire continent. The edges are all jagged, cutting
up his fingers getting blood all over the guitar neck. For their cook-out's,
grave-digger's with a truckload of dynamite show up tallking about their new
effiecient way to exhume bodies. They present the band the skull of Howlin'
Wolf as a souvenier and good luck charm. Nope! There is no pectin enriched sweetness
in Lo-Lite sound. It's salty like sweat. Who says dutch white boys can't sing
and play the blues.
Sidekicks Review
- RifRaf (Dutch Zine)
LoLite'Sidekicks'
Slovenly
WAAUW, dit is de echte duivelsmuziek gespeeld met het heilige vuur in de nek.
HOW HOW HOW
HOW boogie chillun, dit is het echte, originele stompingwerk. Een slidegitarist
en een
drummer, meer is er niet nodig voor het opwindendste geluid voort te brengen
dat ik in
lange tijd heb gehoord. Gooi daar nog eens de fucked up beyond repair stem van
Lo bovenop
en je krijgt een tornado à la The Bassholes. Ongelooflijk dat een tweemansband
zo'n vol
geluid teweeg brengt. Graag had ik gezegd dat dit heerschap in een trailer park
in de Mid
West verblijft, maar het zijn gewoon Nederlanders - wat deze prestatie des te
opmerkelijker maakt. Geen na-aperij, wel geput uit de North Mississippi swamps
en daar een
serieuze scheut punk bijgevoegd. Prachtplaat. (gm)
High-intensity
Dutch duo
- MaximumRocknRoll June 2002 #229
Lo-Lite-"Sidekicks" LP
One of the certifiable winners in this month's sweepstakes: LO-LITE are a
no-frills, lo-fidelity, high-intensity Dutch duo that play a basic brand of
caveman blues: simple, immediate, and easy to grab. There's a sort of
carefully-controlled chaos in their approach, never getting too loud or too
flashy or too out-of-hand. Not easy to describe because it's nearly
invisible: it's a kind of high-octane swamp-chug that still sounds warm and
even reassuring. Fourteen tracks, all ace.(JH)
( Slovenly/702, PO Box 204, Reno, NV, 89504, http://www.702records.com
)
Fuckin' great
music
- garbage dump webzine
LO-LITE "Sidekicks" (702/Slovenly Records) CD
This is fuckin' great music. Swamp-root-raw bluesy rock'n'roll played with guitar
and
drums only by two guys that really know what's up when it comes to rock. This
is so good I
can't believe the band is from Holland and not from some swampland in the middle
of
Mississippi or better Lousiana... this is their 3rd album, 14 songs stuffed
with
infectious melodies and weird grooves, delivered with a powerful sound one wouldn't
expect
from a so small band. I love listening to this smoking good pot and drinkin'
Jim Beam
pretending to be somewhere in Dixie again... I'll definitely check out their
first two
albums. And so you'd better do instead of complaining about how blues is dead
these days.
It's fun!
- Impact
Press
Lo-Lite • Sidekick • Slovenly Records • Hmmmm...oh man, this
isn't going to be easy. I can't think of anyone to compare this band to. They
sound at times like the Stray Cats, then they sound like a Brit-pop band and
then they start playing Rockabilly. One thing is for sure: it's fun! And it's
entertaining! And if they come in concert you should definitely go. Hearing
this live has got to be a blast. (SH)
Las
catacumbas mas sucias de intención cavernícola y desquiciada -
Ipunkrock.net
LO-LITE son una banda formada por dos holadenses que hacen carrera a las catacumbas
mas sucias de intención cavernícola y desquiciada en lo que es
su ya tercer disco de larga duración. El sonido de este disco se evade
hacia un garage de esos de lata mezclado con las sobrecargas punks setenteras
de los mas sucios antros londinenses de la época.
Formado de
14 canciones propias de Trash Punk Blues como a algunos les gusta definir a
este duo de malabaristas sónicos, Sidekick, es sin duda una alternativa
muy efectiva a la sobrecarga de High Energy del que ultimamente tanto escuchamos.
No esperes grandes malabares con la instrumentación de las canciones
ni sonidos elaborados de melodias sin fin, tampoco creas que hay una batería
perfectamente alineada, nada de eso, solo si buscas algo de suciedad atormentada
por golpes efectivos de slideguitars y baterias aporreadas sin miramientos te
darás por contento y satisfecho.
Como ellos
bien dicen "sus canciones se evaden de los cliches mas tontos y esperados
del Rock'n'Roll".
Sin duda,
algo diferente es lo que encontramos en estas canciones y eso se palpa y se
aprecia enormemente al recorrer Sidekick palmo a palmo.
Brilliant
ineptness.
THE SPITS "S/T #2" CD
What band holds the title of "STUPIDEST FUCKING BAND ALIVE"? The Spits!!!
Quite simply, they're just fucking morons...cavemen...and they rock harder than
any of that bullshit you're listening to. They've got so many things going for
them in the "dumbass" department: they are lewd, have 2 self-titled
albums, both of which barely scrape past the 15 minute mark, and they sing about
drinking beer in alleys. Not in a tough, "streetpunk" way, but in
a "Giant Fucking Loser" way. IT'S JUST FUCKING TOO PERFECT. It's fun,
infectious and the worst possible thing you can do to your mind, body and ears.
Brilliant ineptness.
- Mitch Cardwell (BlankGeneration.com / Hit List / AMP)
Anthems for
future punks.
I have
a whole new amount of respect for The Spits after seeing them live and then
hearing this album. Yes, I like the first "album" and the singles
quite a bit, but I think I might have thought that they were just a few dumb
guys that lucked into stringing a bunch of good songs together. Well, call me
stupid, because The Spits know exactly the fuck what they are doing and they
are doing a mighty fine job of it. This album is so much better than their earlier
material that I don't know if I'll ever be able to appreciate the early stuff
they way that I used to. I think the main reason for me to say that has to do
with the greatly improved production, which is huge sounding and ultra tight.
All nine songs here are total keepers ('cept they shoulda nuked the dumb, fake
prank call crap and the on purpose fuck ups at the start of one song). Every
single song could hold its place as the A-side on a hit single. Songs like "No
Place to Live", "PCT" (instead of "Action, Time and Vision",
we get "Passion, Crime and Treason") and the quite astounding "Take
Back the Alley" will probably be anthems for future punks of the world.
So buy this record, bucko, and go see 'em when they come to your town, cuz kids
will be coming up to you in 20 years saying shit like "Holy fuck! I can't
believe that you saw the Spits when you were my age!" and you'll feel all
hip and get to tell 'em about how you were so cool "back in the day"
and how you used to hump all these hot punk babes, when the sad reality is that
you were a total record obsessed nerd with no friends, who got shot down more
often than that chubby kid at school, Ernest K. Poindexter, with the reversible
pants. Ouch. (JG, BlankGeneration.com)
Fucking Morons... Cavemen... And they rock harder than most of the other bullshit out there.
What band holds the title of "STUPIDEST FUCKING BAND ALIVE"? The Spits!!! Quite simply, they're just fucking morons...cavemen...and they rock harder than most of the other bullshit out there. They've got so many things going for them in the "dumbass" department:
A) They are lewd.
B) They have 2 self-titled albums...and I don't even think they did that on purpose. There probably just forgot because they were busy huffing or something.
C) Both "albums" feature only 9 tunes are barely scrape past the 15 minute mark.
D) They sing about drinking beer in alleys. Not in a tough, "streetpunk" way, but in a "Giant Fucking Loser" way.
IT'S JUST TOO FUCKING
PERFECT. It's fun, infectious and the worst possible thing you can do to your
mind, body and ears. Brilliant ineptness. (MC)
You're Not Going
to Find a More Entertaining Record This Year.
Call
it what you want. "Spits II", "Wheelchair", or whatever,
this second disc full of Spits music is perhaps even more boneheaded and great
than their first "full length". Records that clock in at under twenty
minutes are always cool with me. What more is there to say about the Spits really?
We’ve drooled over them for the past year, and they don’t disappoint.
A straight-on punk attack bolstered with dumb keyboards and even dumber lyrics.
America hasn’t seen anything this spectacularly retarded since the days
of the Gizmos/Afrika Corps, whom they even had the good taste and reverence
to cover at one point. It’s catchy, fun, simple, and stupid, which is what
good rock was all about last time I checked. Pound for pound, you’re not
going to find a more entertaining record this year. (RK, blankgeneration.com)
Dimwitted
Retard Kings - Revolver USA Distribution
SPITS "Spits"
***The latest from Seattle dimwitted retard kings the SPITS. A
nine-track blow-out of ripping old-school punk, garage rock and
keyboard-slobbered new wave, delivered with thought-empty heads and
booze-filled stomachs.
Infectious guitar
drone - Now
Wave Zine
The Lurkers with keyboards. Although their press sheet hypes them as a new wave/punk
rock hybrid, this is more for fans of killed by death/Ramones/’77 style
stuff than for fans of Duran Duran. There are keyboards, but mostly they submit
to the infectious guitar drone of 70’s style punk. Towards the end, I was
beginning to really get into this.
Str8 up punk
rock n roll - Toxic Flyer Fanzine
Pretty cool punk rock that sort of reminds me of the RAMONES, DICKIES, SOCIAL
DISTORTION, REBEL REBEL with a few songs that are pretty funny. Just st8 up
punk rock n roll. (VG++) PUNK NICKEL AND DIME RECORDS PO BOX 555712 LA CA 90055
(BW)
The
Spits are saviors!- Blank
Generation
The Spits "Dropout (oh yeah)" CD
Im not that upset over news of a Le Shok brake up anymore. Sure, I mean, FUCK...
Le Shok were a great band but what I realize now, after randomly getting this
CD to review (Heh, one I didn’t buy! Go fucking figure!), things are getting
better or hell, maybe I am just opening my fucking eyes. I cant remember when
I have been so excited about modern music than this year; 2001. Here I am in
November; the November-Ember-- ON FIRE, with The Blank Generation yearly recaps
just around the bend and Im still getting blown away by shit filtering its way
to me.
Im finding them, and they are finding me; you know who you are.
Sure, The Spits are a Ramones and Screamers hybrid. Sure, thats easy to see.
The thing I’m really trying to convey though is that even though this CD
is lack-luster in its appearance and simplistic in its approach, its right up
there with Kill the Hippies to me. Seventeen minutes and twenty-three seconds
long. Its ironic that as the cold war kid who worried over things like nuclear
holocaust and radioactive satellites, would love such a release. I read in a
book, when I was twelve non-the-less, that it would take just a little bit longer
than the time needed to listen to this CD before atomic warheads plastered with
‘CCCP’ on their side would begin to hit targets in the continental
states. I knew that when I was twelve. thank Ronald Regan for my Nuke-hysteria....
So, with that said, that means when I first opened this CD in the mail that
I could have sat through more than five continuous waves of Russian Warheads
before I stopped listening to this CD. I opened it and listened to it all the
way though in one sitting....
Then I hit ‘play’ again and listened to it all the way through.
Then I hit ‘play’ again and listened to it all the way through.
Then I hit ‘play’again and listened to it all the way through.
Then I hit ‘play’again and listened to it all the way through.
Then I hit ‘play’again and listened to it all the way through.
Then I hit ‘play’again and listened to it all the way through.
Then I hit ‘play’again and listened to it all the way through.
Eight fucking times. Then Seventh Heaven came on.... Man, what a fucked up family.
The next day my buddy Andy The Assault Rifle calls and I tell him about the
CD. The day after that him and a guy known as Microbe find a copy of the CD
for sale at Shake It Records. He buys it and two days after that Microbe secretly
surprises me by cranking up his stereo as "Black Kar" begins to play.
I scream and say "Fuck yeah" as I hold my left hand up for a high-five
and bring the right hand, full of a can of Steel Reserve to my lips.
SLAP! Microbe hits my hand.
SLAP! The Assault Rifle hits it next.
SLAP! Microbe and the Assault Rifle High-Five.
"Black Kar" has given way to "Saturday Nite" and even though
its a Friday nite, we repeat the act all over.
Were drunk-- Well, I am anyway; drinking Steel Reserve, listening to The Spits
and giving each other high-five’s in a apartment in a neighborhood in Cincinnati,
Ohio. Things are getting better, if nothing else, because of this very fact!
Honest: When I got that Briefs/Spits split, The Briefs were good BUT The Spits
were GREAT! They did more with their two songs than most bands could do with
a LP’s worth. Even now, with a full-length worth of Spits songs, The Spits
do more with NINE songs than other bands do in their entire lifetime. I mean,
FUCK! The Spits are saviors!
This CD is blast after blast of Neoteric Punk/Wave balls to the walls lunacy.
Every song is a fucking Nu-Classic! "Dropout"; If I dont feel like
quitting my job and being a good agoraphobic after listening to a song like
this, well, I aint worth a fuck!......"Sk8"; I cant even ride a bike
but I wanna grab a board!.... "Die Die Die"; Answer to my prayers....."Black
Kar"; I never thought a song about nazi War Criminals would be so damn
entertaining! Should have been on the soundtrack to Apt Pupil... "Saturday
Nite"... "Remote Kontrol"; the song I just told Joe Domino I
would use to play over and over in the headphones of pop-punk kids that I abduct
and subdue until they swear to stop playing bad music.... "Tired &
Lonely": Leave me at the bottom! If I dont feel like killing myself after
listening to a song like this, well, I aint worth a fuck!..."I H8 Pussies";
A song I can respect.... "Suzy’s Face": I feel like theres a
sequel in there somewhere...Im waiting for "Suzy’s Hands" on
the next CD, ...
What it all boils down to is that theres a time and a place for everything.
Sometimes its not what extremely complicated things you play that makes you
rock, theres validity in saying that silence and simplicity is a weapon. The
Spits fulfill. The Spits complete. The Spits deliver.
The Spits are better than you. You bastard. You panty-waste. I can do that now
because rock-bottom never felt better....
(SAB)
Fucking brilliantly
retarded - Horizontal
Action
THE SPITS - s/t CD (Nickel & Dime Records-
nickelanddimerecords.com Seattle
WA.)Every
once in a while, you’ll hear something as fresh,
and simply wonderful as Seattle’s SPITS. Although,
this release may not be easy to find, it’s so fucking
brilliantly retarded, that it’s gotta be heard to be
appreciated. Take Joey Ramone’s half-mouthed
vocals on the first RAMONES Lp, mix it up with
Jonny’s guitar sound on “I Don’t Wanna Be
Learned” and throw in the evil keyboards and
Bass-lines from the most wretched SREAMERS
Tracks, and you’ll get what I’m stressin’. The
Recording sounds like most of the better killed
By death songs, and their retarded new wave
Keyboard element sends these guys into home
Plate with two chicks on each arm. And, if you
Were ever into it, these guys are the new
Definition of raw “skate rock” and can out-rock
Any bay-area baggy pantsers any day. The Lyrics
Are perfectly monotonous and sardonic, and with
Lines like “Can’t get high on my alcohol no more,”
You know were really dealing with Bowery-level
Brilliance here, Jack. (Rod)
Horizontal action #7
Turn your head
and spit
- Maximum Rock 'n' Roll
SPITS-CD
Maximum Rock 'n' Roll Dec.2001
I've heard the praises of the SPITS sung in both likely and unlikely places
(the hollowed halls of Maximum Rock 'n' Roll, as well as the cubicle next to
mine at my 9-to-5 job). The band don't disappoint, though culturally impaired
indie rock types would consider them primitive, childish, willfully retarded
and lacking in technical proficiency. Fuck 'em, I sez. The SPITS are right up
there will the lowest-brow of Killed by Death acts, never reguarded as a bunch
of even-tempered geniuses from the outset. All two-note groove and junior- high
humor, sort of like the non-band I formed with my lunch buddies at Roosevelt
Jr. High (home of the Roosevelt Rough Riders). Dig the keyboards, admire the
rediculous get-ups (jock-hawks and moustaches), thrill to the sudtle poetry
of "Die Die Die", "Black Kar" and "Dropout". Turn
your head and spit. (JH)
Mind-numbing
fun -
World Wide Punk
The Spits (CD)
Nickel and Dime Records
Fuck yeah! I've been dying to hear more stuff from The Spits ever since I heard
their fabulous split with The Briefs on Dirtnap a while back. The thing that
really rocks about this band is how they have completely reverted back to the
most minimalistic punk rock sound you can possibly have. Heavily influenced
by the simple and monotone sounds of the Ramones, and the strange keyboard leads
of The Screamers, this ends up sounding incredibly raw and brilliantly stupid.
This could easily be passed off as some long-forgotten snotty-punk band that
never made it out of some shithole town that nobody ever heard of...and the
band members have all since died, but these tapes were just discovered in a
leaky old basement. Yeah! Extra points go to this band for actually giving me
shivers the first time I put this on! 9 songs, 17 minutes of mind-numbing fun.
Reviewed by Vic World Wide Punk Dec. 2001
A
real intellectual heavyweight - Barflies.net
The Spits Gob Monotony with self-titled release
Barflies.net Jan 2002
Article by social e
The Spits are a band originally from Michigan, and more recently, from Seattle.
The trio refines a blend of ripped-off chord progressions and elementary school
lyrics for a self-titled release on Nickel and Dime Records. Running at a little
over fifteen minutes, the Spits turn in nine numbers that are about as exciting
as watching grass grow.
Built on a low-fi, badly produced, garage-rock influenced sound that's akin
to the Ramones playing through a blown speaker AM radio, the Spits put the listener
through a note-for-note generic punk din with songs like "SK8," "Die
Die Die," and "I H8 Pussies" (a real intellectual heavyweight).
Garage/surf rock has always been close to the heart of punk rock. Bands like
Man or Astroman, Deadbolt and the Creepy Creeps exemplify the staying power
of the genre, but unfortunately, the Spits add very little original to the cause.
The singer lays dark lyrics (with a seemingly faked British accent) over plenty
of buzzsaw guitar and 4/4-time drums. But after a million and one bands that
followed in the footsteps of the formula that Joey, Dee Dee, Tommy and Johnny
came up with more than a quarter century ago, you'd think a little originality
might enter the mix.
I guess not.
I think the Spits might consider going back to Michigan.
Are
they dweebs? - Scram
The Spits S/T CD (Nickel &
Dime) Wow! I'm having some kind of flashback. These guys sound exactly like
some nowheresville hardcore band from way back in the early '80s, the kind you'd
find stuck towards the end of a Flipside compilation. So many questions. Did
they record this on a boombox? Is that an organ? Is this a re-release? And their
look! You have to see the cover. What's up with those moustaches? Are they cops?
Are they nazis? Are they dweebs? Are they capable of creating bombs and drugs
in a lab? Do they really skate? I'm completely hypnotized by this. They seem
to be inspired by both DEVO and GG Allin. Very weird in its uncoolness. I like
it! (Margaret Griffis) Scram #15 Feb.2002
From "If
You Die and Go To Hell, Who Cares?" MRR Column, Nov 2001
Over the summer, I saw the SPITS at a live show at People's
Park in Berkeley along with the STITCHES, the BRIEFS and the EDDIE HASKELLS.
At first I didn't know what to make of them. Their songs were moronically simple,
but undeniably catchy, totally addictive. By the end of the set I was a Spits
convert. Dirt Nap Records recently graced the world with another outing by the
Spits titled 19 Million (you may remember they did a split with the Briefs on
Dirt Nap a while ago). Like the music contained within, the packaging is beyond
simple-a photocopied sleeve, made with little more than white-out and a black
marker, with a photo of the band on the back. The four songs are every bit as
great as the Ramones, but more, uh, blunt.
To get a better taste, I picked up the Spits CD (Nickel & Dime/PO Box 12171/Seattle,
WA 98122) that came out a while ago. This came to my attention by the madman
raving of MRR shitworker Tim Brooks. "Just look at the pictures!"
he said, showing me the insert photo. The three Spits are standing near a fire
hydrant. All are holding skateboards. They all have short mohawks and bad mustaches.
Two of them are wear cop sunglasses. One of them is pulling a boneless off the
fire hydrant. I knew then I'd love the CD. The Spits have a beautifully moronic
quality to them that really has to be heard to fully comprehend.
The Spits also appear on a recent compilation single, I Was A Teenage Plasmatic
(Johnny Cat) that is, as the name suggests, a tribute to Wendy O. Williams.
Never being a big PLASMATICS fan and generally finding tribute records to be
90% crap, I didn't pay much attention to this single first time around. I still
don't dig tributes; this is no exception, but it does have some good songs on
it. Features LOUDMOUTHS, NEARLY DEADS, DAYGLO ABORTIONS, TRIGGERS, BLACK REBELS
and the BB SLAGS.
Tons o' tude
- Hit List
SPITS "dropout" Cd
Great '77-style power pop with tons o'tude.A cool record with an
old-style and very garagey sound. Any fan of the BRIEFS, G.G.ALLIN, the
ADVERTS, or the type of music that this magazine stands for will really
dig this CD. (BAM)
Hit List April/May 2002
Middle-aged
trio who sport mohawks - bitemezine.net
The Spits
(Nickel & Dime Records)
The production on this disc is muddy and the music falls into the
standard three-chord punk riff category complete with rudimentary
keyboard splashings and sardonic deadpan lyrics. The Spits - a Seattle
based middle-aged trio who sport mohawks and a love for skateboarding
claim to be the new leaders of contemporary juvenile punk/new wave.
What exactly does this mean? I don't know. But if the idea of the
Ramones meets the Screamers appeals to you than by all means become a
Spits minion.-NIN
Stripped-down
trio
- The Big Takeover
The Spits
(Nickel and Dime)
Joey Ramone may have departed for The Great Unknown, but his spirit is
kept alive and well by this stripped-down trio that probably wouldn't
mind taking a time machine back to Forest Hills, NY circa 1974 to see if
they couldn't give Da Brudders a run for their money. (P.O. Box 12171,
Seattle, WA 8122; info@nickelanddimerecords.com)
Big Takeover 2002
This
expoctorates GENIUS!- Roctober
Comics&Music
The Spits (Nickel and Dime)
This expoctorates GENIUS! If they told me this was from ’78 and was a punk/lo-fi
New wave pioneer band I was supposed to worship I’d not question them for
a second
And would play along like I had their essential 7”. Flamin Waymon Timbsdayle/ROCTOBER
comics & music #32
Bristling three-chord
guitars
- Stepehn Slaybaugh
The Spits: The Spits (Nickel and Dime) The Spits’ approach is simple but
effective on this, their debut album. (The band’s other releases include
a split single with the Briefs.) Over the course of nine songs, done in under
eighteen minutes, the band reworks the Ramones’ M.O.-bristling three-chord
guitars, mealy-mouthed vocals and wasted, teenage mentality-with plenty of earnest
gusto. As Joey did so eloquently some twenty-five years ago, on songs like "Dropout,"
"Die Die Die" and "Tired and Lonely" the Spits express a
go-nowhere frustration and could-give-a-shit attitude with certain vehemence,
not to mention great hooks. Few punk bands these days sound so ripe. (Stephen
Slaybaugh)
Skyll og spytt
- www.groove.no
Seattle-bandet
The Spits tar utgangspunkt i gammel punkrock på sin selvtittulerte og
korte debut(?). De rekker ni låter på de søtten minuttene
CDen varer. Selv om låtene ofte er bygd opp som 77-punk, gis det hele
en smak av new wave og beslektede stiler. Dette skyldes først og fremst
bruk av teknologiske virkemidler som trommemaskin og synth.
Bandet framstår
som befriende uredde, men mangler de helt store låtene. Det er morsomt
å høre på og musikken begrenses ikke av for trange båser.
Som tidligere nevnt beveger 77-spøkelset seg likevel mellom instrumentene
hele veien. De takker Fred Cole (Dead Moon) for inspirasjon på coveret,
men jeg kan ikke se andre fellestrekk enn et ønske om å holde ting
enkelt.
Let Us Play
Your Party er nermest en annonselåt, hvor de ønsker å bli
kontaktet i forbindelse med fester. I She Don't Kare nærmer de seg en
slags form for Ramones-punk. I tillegg finnes det innslag av noe som kanskje
kan kalles synthpunk. Bring er en slik låt.
Denne skiva
er ikke noen nødvendighet punkere eller indierockere. Støter du
likevel på den kan det hende at den påvirker smilemusklene. Den
vil nok kanskje være fort glemt, men inviterer til gledesutbrudd der og
da.
- Jonas Prangerød,
11.07.2003
Nasty rock n’
roll with a soft chewy center-
Cyclops Zine
"Snakes Bite" is the latest album by San Francisco’s Three Years
Down, out now on 702 Records. They play rock n’ roll of all things. Don’t
they know there’s no market for that shit? Anyway, it’s rock n’
roll with some catchy little hooks and a nasty sound. The record starts off
with "Can’t Go Wrong." It has a great riff and sing along chorus.
I also love the lead guitar work; Matthew Kilbourn has some great licks. "Canada"
is about 3YD’s love of playing for our neighbors to the north. "Sneakin’
In" is my favorite tune on the record. It starts out with a little sample
from "KISS Alive," "You want the best and you got the best! The
hottest band in the world..." It’s appropriately about sneakin’
into a KISS concert. The guitar riff and drum fills even remind me of a KISS
song. Cool stuff. Beavis’ favorite song on the record is "Fire."
It has another great riff and some great call and response vocals. It also has
this cool little part at the end of the chorus that I thought was the start
to a guitar solo at first. Upon further listen I think its one of them talk
boxes on a guitar saying "fire." "Bad Dog" is written and
sung by bass player Joe Selby. It’s a little more melodic that the rest
of the songs but still rocks very hard. The title track, "Snakes Bite"
ends the disk on a high note. I hate to say it but the intro of the song reminds
me a little of Guns ‘N’ Roses’ "It’s So Easy"
but quickly turns into a much cooler song. It’s a great punk rocker. Check
out Three Years Down for some nasty rock n’ roll with a soft chewy center.
(Cyclops Mark)
Without
the gay-thing going on - Blank
Generation
Three Years Down "Snakes Bite" CD & "Sneakin’ In"
7"
Three Years
Down… A little bit of the Hellacopters… A lot of the Turbonegro...without
the gay-thing going on (You don’t know that Dan! – Ed.). Not that
I’m "homophobic" or anything, just taking note… Anyway,
I thought these guys were pretty good. I am going to admit to being super-critical
about the artwork, though. I can’t help it. Here I am feather-dusting my
degree once a month and checking the fuckin’ classifieds each week, and
these bands are settling for crappy merch. Oh, and don’t think I’m
zeroing in on just these guys. Most all y’all muthafuckas gone done it!
At least find somebody that knows the importance of kerning! (MB)
(702 Records P.O. Box 204, Reno, NV 89504)
Snakes Bite
review
- i wanna
- ipunkrock.com
Three Years Down presentan en este disco todo un ejemplo de lo que es High Energy
Rock’n’Roll. Energía Rock insuflada por canciones que poco
a poco van asaltándote a base de regustos por los cuatro costados recogidos
de la mejor y más potente banda que jamás dio Oslo. 12 canciones
preparadas para probar tu capacidad auditiva y poner a prueba de derrumbes los
muros de tu habitación. Este es de esos discos que no se pueden escuchar
a un volumen bajo. La aguja tiene que subir al rojo.
En este ejemplo
de energía hay unas cuantas canciones que sobresalen por encima del resto
y que son clara demostración de por donde van los tiros. Entre ellas
podemos destacar dos o tres por las que la simple escucha de este disco merece
la pena. “Can’t go wrong” riffs de guitarras pegadizos y continuados
junto a unas cuidadas voces hacen que la primera canción del disco sea
un aliciente para seguir la escucha completa del mismo con máximo interés.
A mitad de disco nos encontramos con “Seneakin’ in”, una canción
que perfectamente la hubiesen podido firmar Gene Simmons o Paul Stanley, y con
eso, todo está dicho. Por último, “D.R.S.” quizás
sea a mi gusto el más redondo de los cortes donde la banda apuesta por
dar la máxima contundencia a las bases creando un torbellino sonoro arengado
por una embrutecida garganta, la de Jason Phillips.
En definitiva, un muy buen disco de Rock potente, consistente y prometedor.
Dash of death
metal
- Blank Generation
Headgrenade "S/T" CD
Oh…
Ooh… Ugh… I don’t really know say about these guys. They’re
not really wining me over with lyrics like, "Freedom is the car I drive
free to buy my fuck / Free to buy not free to die but free to choose my fuck
/ Free from my sobriety not free from notoriety." I didn’t know Headgrenade
were so famous. This is your basic late 80’s hardcore with a dash of death
metal. If that’s your bag then here you go. (JD)
(www.stickerguy.com)
(702 Records PO Box 204 Reno, NV 89504 USA)
Final
warning - Zero
Mag
Headgrenade-Self Titled-702 Records: “Sucky Fucky” is the lead track.
Consider this a final warning, punkass.
Cow-punk
- Impact
Press
Headgrenade • self-titled • 702 Records
Okay, the cover
made me think that this was going to be a serious metal/hardcore type disc.
Don't judge a disc by its cover. This is a heavy cow-punk type of thing. Cool
tunes like "Sucky Fucky" and "Hick Song"make this angry-yet-catchy
disc something that you will listen to over and over. Good stuff. Sorta like
FEAR meets Custom Made Scare.
Earsplitting,
offensive, and fucked up
- Blank Generation
Loudmouths/Rocks "Split" 7"
Come
on! You fuckers shouldn’t even need a reason to get any of the Loudmouths
records! Earsplitting, offensive, and fucked up, the Loudmouths are a premiere
punk band outta San Francisco. They have all the attitude you’ll ever need,
so get with it! The Rocks are a pumped-up Ramones. Their tunes are pretty fuckin’
infectious and you know all the cretins are a’ hoppin’! The Rocks
aren’t too bad, but I’ve gotta give to the Loudmouths who have much
more energy. *Good Shit* (JD)
(www.stickerguy.com)
(702 Records PO Box 204 Reno, NV 89504 USA)
Sex,
drugs, and rock’n’roll - 10
Things
THE LOUDMOUTHS Get Lit! CD (702 Records)
Damn if the Loudmouths don’t continue to crank out some of the best punk
rock today. For the uninitiated, they have a garagey feel and play fairly fast
and furious punk rock songs about drinking, sex, being bad, and having fun,
you know, the standard sex, drugs, and rock’n’roll lyrics we have
come to love over the years. All their songs are packed full of energy, at times
coming off as a female-led Zeke or New Bomb Turks, although I think their sound
is fairly unique. Listening to “Get Lit!” really makes me want to
get lit, there are cover pictures of each of the band member with bottles of
booze with piles of fireworks.
Fast
fuckin’ balls to the wall raw punk - 10
Things
THE LOUDMOUTHS Spit It Out 7" (702)
The Loudmouths continue to kick ass over 99% of the punk bands out there. You
know why kiddies? Because they aren’t jumping on some fucking trend of
rehashing 70’s punk, they aren’t reliving their metal years, and they
sure as hell aren’t attempting to dress and sound just like they were from
the UK scene in ’83. (I think that about covers the current trends with
local punk rock bands.) They play fast fuckin’ balls to the wall raw punk,
packed with speed and energy. My only complaint with this is the fucking b-side
is one 30 second song, I want more! -dan
Rock
live - Impact
Press
The Loudmouths • Spit It Out 72 • 702 Records •
Since when are bland, repitative lyrics the in thing? The female vocals are
screamed and constantly pissed off and the music is your typical lo-fi punk
rock. This band sounds like they rock live, though.
Patented
ranting - Razorcake
LOUDMOUTHS/ROCKS
"Split 7" " EP
Loudmouths: A couple o' helpings of their patented ranting. Rocks: If this were
the only band on the disc, they would probably sound pretty decent. Following
the Loudmouths was a big mistake, though, 'cause they sound really tame in comparison.
-Jimmy Alvarado (702, PO Box 204, Reno, NV 89504) -5/14/2001 7:38:00 PM
Bad attitude-
Blank Generation
Load "Feel
The Power" CD
Load
is a pretty hard rockin’ band with a bad attitude. Most of their tunes
are fast and full of guitar power. The guy on vox sounds like a young Lee Ving.
If you’re prone to ear-damage and snatching candy from little babies look
for Load. There’re 12 tracks including, "Whole Lotta Nothin",
"Fogerty Shadows", and "Eternally Stupid." (JD)
(www.stickerguy.com)
(702 Records PO Box 204 Reno, NV 89504 USA)
These guys will
kick your ass!
- Magut Zine
LOAD "FEEL THE POWER"
13 SONGS, CD
LOAD play heavy rock that kind of reminds me of MUDHONEY but much harder, ruder,
and all around better. Plus I’m sure they wouldn’t call themselves
something stupid like "grunge". Anyway these guys will kick your ass!
702 RECORDS P.O. BOX204, RENO, NV, 89504, USA
Near
perfection
- World Wide Punk
The Lewd (7")
702 Records, PO Box 204, Reno, NV 89504, USA.
What? The Lewd?? Back? The most anticipated punk comeback in 2 decades? Dead
horse?? So confused!!. Satz definitely hasn't gotten any more `pretty', but
the original Lewd sound hasn't made any drastic jumps in either direction since
their demise. That being a damn good thing! J. Sats Beret and Bob Clic are the
only survivors or the great Lewd crash, but Bob Clic's kid, Steve, punched in
for guitar duties, also a long time Lewd fan, and the drummer from United Blood,
complete the beyond-moderate line-up. The kicker offer to their flailing leap
back into the circuit; `Roughouse', (the outcome of a Lewd/Loudmouths project
called the Lewdmouths) is a score originally done by the Loudmouths. Tacked
on to that are two radioactive Lewd faves; `Mobile Home' and `Dressed in Black',
off the 1982 `American Wino' LP, redone to near perfection, but gives off a
slight feeling of pain that wasn't present before.
Reviewed by Ken: December 2, 2001
Dirty,
snotty, driven - Razorcake
LEWD, THE
"Self-titled" 7” EP
Yeah, that San Francisco Lewd, who first released the Kill Yourself 7”
single in 1979 on Scratched Records. “Dressed in Black” is mid-tempo
and drags along. “Roughouse” picks up the tempo, and is OK. The standout
track is “Mobile Home,” a Turbonegro cover. It exhibits the Lewd I
remember the most fondly – dirty, snotty, driven, barely able to play,
but as catchy and debilitating as tetanus. Maybe if they listened more to Norway’s
denim demons before they lay the tracks for their next album, they’ll have
more snap and drive. That said, the physical vinyl looks delicious. Split milky
white/ cherry Jolly Rancher. Yum. -Retodd (702) -10/29/2001 3:56:00 PM
This
is a kickass CD! -
Blank Generation
Scared Of Chaka "Seven Stories Tall: Singles ‘94-‘99" CD
Jeez, Scared Of
Chaka. Have they been around since 1993? You know I’ve never really bought
any of their records. I mean, I’ve heard them on numerous comps that I’ve
picked up over the years, but I’ve really never thought much of their work.
Thanks 702; this is a kickass CD! Scared Of Chaka is melodic punk band. There
is no other way to describe them. They could be a pop punk band, but they just
have too much fire in their songs. Their feet are planted firmly in punk’s
roots and they keep their songs short and sweeeet, the only way they should
be played. If you’re a fan of the group you’ll definitely get your
money’s worth with 27 tracks off their 7"ers, 11 live tracks, and
a bonus organ styled ditty; that’s 39 tracks! Yeah, I’d say it’s
worth it. (JD)
(www.stickerguy.com)
(702 Records PO Box 204 Reno, NV 89504 USA)
Good stuff
- Razorcake
SCARED OF CHAKA
"Seven Stories Tall" CD
An anthology of sorts, compiling various singles, B-sides, comp tracks and a
live set. If you've heard 'em before, you know what you're getting yourself
into. If you haven't, picture the Supercharger with a tad more hardcore sensibilities
playing pop punk. Pretty good stuff. -Jimmy Alvarado (702, PO Box 204, Reno,
NV 89504) -5/14/2001 8:02:00 PM
Sterkt inspirert av The Pogues - www.groove.no
Sterkt inspirert
av The Pogues sin irskinspirerte folkpunk tar Reno-bandet Scurvy Bastards oss
med i en verden med pirater, goblins og annet oppspinn. Det er både rølpa
og humørfylt, likevel blir det aldri spesielt interessant, spennende
eller morsomt. Det er vanskelig å la seg rive med av låtene og historiene.
I de mer
uptempo låtene rocker det greit, men de kommer aldri opp med noe The Pogues
ikke har gjort bedre før, mens Old Man Crow høres ut som noe Tom
Waits kunne ha forkastet. Etterhvert ender man opp med å stille seg ganske
likegyldig til hele greia.
Temaene i
tekstene er ofte maritime. I tillegg viser de en stor kjærlighet til Irland.
Surrounded By Water er nærmest en hyllest til øya. Flere steder
dukker det opp liksom-skummel sjørøverlatter. Det høres
bare dumt ut, og er ikke mer skremmende enn Terje Formoes Kaptein Sabeltann.
I blant kan man tenke at dette er mørke utgaver av støveldansen
til Travelling Strawberries. Goblin Town er en tullelåt om de små
mytiske skapningene og deres mørke sider.
Battle Born
er en ganske krampeaktig skive. Det er som om jeg forstår hva de vil oppnå,
men må ærlig innrømme at de ikke er i nærheten en gang.
De sliter rett og slett med troverdigheten, for ikke å snakke om låtmaterialet
og framføringa. Scurvy Bastards har det sikkert kjempemorsomt når
de lager og spiller musikk. Neste gang kan de kanskje få dette til å
smitte over på andre også.
