This is not a greatest hits, The Dirty Nil releases Minimum R&B, a much needed collection of back catalog songs
Usually when it comes to combining punk with the ‘50s you get a dirty film of garage rock raunch that is as musty as that Guy Lombardo album sitting in your
toyGuitar sounds like a juvenile name for a punk band. There is nothing brave nor muscular about the name, nor does the album show any signs of confidence. But dig a little deeper my friends, because toyguitar is brought to you by Jack Dalrymple from The Swingin’ Untters, bringing in
Back in 2008, there was a show called Backstage Passport that documented NOFX on a tour around the globe, exhaustingly venturing to places many bands would not normally play and in doing so, they saw the belly of the beast in touring. This is a band who has been everywhere
Here we are again. It’s time for another Lagwagon release. It’s impressive that these group of guys continue to churn out punk at this caliber and still manage to sound energetic and activistic. How long can this beat go on? How long will they keep it up at this speed?
I’m not one to be interested in seven inches as much as I used to. But running into The Copyrights’ No Knocks, I have to say that this is one seven inch to find as soon as possible. They are the Wayne Newton of punk rock. Smooth as a baby’s
Picture this. Maybe you are a chick or maybe you are a dude. Your boyfriend (whether you are a chick or a dude, if that’s what you like), wines and dines you. You go back to your place and things get hot and steamy. You want to look and check
There is one thing that punk has been able to accomplish where metal has not. That is to take the elements of metal that we desperately want blown out of proportion and blow them out of proportion. That’s what Morning Glory does on their opener to War Psalms.
“Calm and Alarm”
The members of The Flatliners are getting older. They have been in a constant state of recording, touring, and re-evaluating themselves as a band for years. The only constant in this equation is time.
With Dead Language the constant here is progression. But that’s not all. You can chalk up consistency
Teenage Bottlerocket is what I would assume to be like a cranky kid going through puberty with epileptic seizures. What you get on the American Deutsch Bag seven inch is juvenile punk that spouts off at the mouth about conformity. Is “I’m the One Smoking Marijuana, Motherfucker” really relevant? I