Archives for the month of: September, 2016


Mastering Damned Street Seventeen “s/t”.

Taken from OX Fanzine:

“Ich sah sie live und war spontan verliebt: DAMNED STREET SEVENTEEN machen auch auf dem selbstbetitelten Album Nummer drei alles richtig. Mit ihrem räudigem, abgehackten Rumgeriffe klingen sie ähnlich energetisch wie DEAN DIRG (oder meinetwegen die HIVES).

Der Bass knurrt wie auf alten MISFITS-Aufnahmen, die Gitarren spielen euphorisch Send & Return. Dazu gibt es herrlich-windschiefen Gesang wie in „Five & dime“ (der ihnen eine leichte PAVEMENT-Indie-Note verleiht) und Group-Shouts.

Textlich wird ordentlich beziehungsweise vernünftig gewettert. Mittendrin darf ein Highspeed-Polizei-Hass-Song, wie „Savage cops“ nicht fehlen und zum Abschluss wird bei „Nightclubbing“ noch mal das Tempo rausgenommen und man stampft sich ins Finale.

Tolles, kurzweiliges Album!”

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Mastering Cult Syndrome “Demo”.

“CULT SYNDROME – Demented hardcore punk of the darkest order from London. They do that plodding 1-2-1-2 beat to death….but they do it right, and when they’re hitting on all cylinders (like “Banality” or “Psychic Violence” for example) CULT SYNDROME are just unfuckwithable. Just a few tasteful hints of the modern goth punk resurgence, but without any of the lame-o trappings that make that shit a yawnfest for rockers—these punks play the dark shit punk as fukk, and it’s a welcome injection. Yes. Good shits. (Robert) MAXIMUMROCKNROLL “


Mastering Andy Place And The Coolheads “Summer Of The Beast” on Jonny Cat Records.

“Huge sounding kitchen-sink garage punk from the Pacific Northwest. There’s a heaviness to it all that keeps me from focusing on the sparking clean sound, which is a major savior. The mood is an even split between frustration and inspiration, with the latter actually emerging victorious. Kinda cool! The odd winner of the lot is “A Song For Mick Jones”, which is legit, heartfelt, and not at all what I expected to hear today (or any other, really). A decent EP, and probably lotsa fun live. (missed ’em recently…bummer)” MC, Maximum Rock N’ Roll.


Mastering LIFELOCK/RAPPA “Split EP” on 4490 Records.

“A fine split between DIS-worship punks, LIFELOCK from Singapore and raw hardcore punkers, RAPPA from Morioka, Japan. No artwork, no bullshit. Just pure destruction.”


Mastering Paul Orwell “Fangz” on Heavy Soul Records.

“The epic last track from the “Blowing Your Mind Away” LP has been extended and unleashed in its near six minute entirety.

Feel that hammond fizz your eardrums as the guitar, vocals and effects take you to another freakbeat dimension where Jimmy Page, Graham Bond, Keith Moon and John Lennon are jamming and playing THIS!!!!…..

With the new track Hyp No Tize on the flip this is the third and last single from the album.”

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TerminalFiveMastering The Terminal Five “3×5” on Feel It Records

“Three fresh cuts of loud punk rock from Richmond’s best new export, THE TERMINAL FIVE. Four SLUGZ members kept together after the group disbanded, resulting in a new rock’n’roll unit designed to flat out destroy. On 3×5, THE TERMINAL FIVE zero in on a sound that draws from the best 70’s punk, applying a solid appreciation for the powerful songwriting and playing present on degenerate rock records like Killer and Raw Power. With the recent addition of Jarrett from SATAN’S SATYRS on guitar, THE TERMINAL FIVE are already hard at work on a proper album.”

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Mastering Nervous Twitch “Don’t Take My TV” on Odd Box Records.

Taken from Louder Than War:

Odd Box Records give the second Nervous Twitch album the vinyl reissue treatment. Glenn Airey is first in the queue for Louder Than War.

Don’t Take My TV, the second long-player from fun-loving Leeds four-pieceNervous Twitch, was first released in cassette form back in February. Odd Box Records have now seen fit to grant this vital indie-pop document the status it undoubtedly deserves, and reissued it on instantly collectible clear vinyl.  Twitch-watchers of any vintage are likely to agree that the album constitutes the finest collection of the band’s material to date, nicely summarising their ability to have fun with a range of cool-as-fuck influences like punk-pop, rockabilly, girl-groups and surf, while retaining a charm and consistently appealing bedrock sound that’s all their own.

From the stop-start sarkiness of So Rock’n’Roll to the climactic Cramps-meet-the-Dolls blowout of A Little Self Discipline, Don’t Take My TV includes eleven stormers clocking in at a petite twenty-six minutes with barely a dip in the smile count. Having said that, the subject matter isn’t all fun and froth. Emblematic frontwoman Erin, she of the technicolour wigs and mightily impressive lung capacity, slips in stories of sleazebag stereotypes, self-doubt and suicide amongst the punk pop rush and melodic melee.

Some genuinely nasty characters stalk these songs. Lurking In The City starts with a proper rock riff worthy of Motorhead, if ever played through Marshall stacks the size of tower blocks, then warns us to stay indoors and avoid the wrath of psychopathic David, all in all a fine addition to the killer-on-the-loose mini-genre. Meanwhile, John Power describes a go-getting, materialist trustafarian, presumably not the John Power out of Cast, although if you’ve ever heard that terrible Anfield Road record he made, you could forgive anybody for having a pop.

Guitarist Jay lays down a sound that’s just fuzzy enough (as punk-pop fans of course, we expect this as birthright) but that knows when to jangle and knows when to twang. Even Though I Have Regrets is a fine example of the former, its semi-acoustic loveliness providing an ideal backdrop to a classically-structured girl-group mini-drama. And the twang’s definitely the thang in East Coast Rumble which, as the title suggests, references the band’s longstanding love affair withLink Wray but also can’t help calling to mind the godlike Duane Eddy. As someone who lives in a house where Twenty Terrific Twangies rarely goes a week unplayed, I’m naturally a sucker for this stuff.

Erin’s keyboard skills also get a fair old workout on tracks like Something Wrong With Me, where she cleverly balances vocalising the dumpee-blues with some neat, Mysterians-style 60s organ showboating. Throw in the odd rockabilly scramble like Can’t Find The Words For How I Feel, and a great lost Ramones song title in I’m An Idiot Babe, and you have one of the great multi-faceted indiepop records of the last few years. One hopes they are now safely back in their garage with their bullshit detectors, working on the next one. Long live the Twitch.

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