Best New Music
Suburban Delinquents’ story started out like so many other bands. They were four kids who got together to make some punk noise in the mid ‘90s. They played a bunch of shows, made a couple albums, and developed a pretty good local following. Then they started to grow up and went their separate ways. Years later they all found themselves back in metro Detroit, and started playing again. If that’s where things had ended, it would have already been a pretty good story.
It turns out that wa
Humungousfungusamongus [Millennium Edition]
Despite my love of the first Adrenalin O.D. full length, The Wacky Hi-Jinks of Adrenalin O.D. (1984), I somehow never got around to digging into its follow up Humungousfungusamongus (1986). In this case, it was definitely better late than never. As they did with Wacky Hi-Jinks, Beer City Skateboards and Records have reissued Humungous in a definitive, Millennium Edition. It shares its two main traits with Wacky Hi-Jinks: it’s fast as hell and funny as hell.
Noun is the solo project of Marissa Paternoster of Screaming Females. Sometimes she uses the form to create decidedly non-Screamales style music, such as the goth masterpiece Throw Your Body on the Gears and Stop the Machine with Your Blood and sometimes she uses it to just kick out some idea jams, as with Slug from two years ago.
The “Crucified” EP seems to walk the line between these two extremes. The title track finds Paternoster again ripping on her guitar. B
When the world feels like it’s falling apart, there are few things that can lift your spirits like a band or musician you dig putting out a new album. Last week, Jeff Rosentock did just that by surprising us all with No Dream. And while I hesitate to say that this is the perfect time for a new Jeff Rosenstock album, his songs filled with outrage, guarded hope and optimism, self-examination, and an underlying fear that it might all fall apart capture my overall mood of l
The People Get...What the People Get
Just a handful of weeks ago, I was ranting and raving about how good the 20th anniversary reissue of the debut Smogtown album, Führers of the New Wave, was. After Smogtown split up a few years back, most of the members went on to form Gross Polluter. I must say, the stuff Gross Polluter is doing is a little different, but might be on par with their former incarnation. It’s punk made by grownups, for grownups, that still manages to have more of an edge than what most of the kids are doi
One of the main points of a mixtape is that it doesn’t need to be cohesive. Yet, on Mixtape 6, Fucked Up’s companion to the stellar Dose Your Dreams, the band uses the form as a linear supplement for the main work itself. The strategy works well.
Throughout Mixtape 6, FU’s main orchestrator Mike Haliechuk weaves in a series of interviews, taken mostly from vocalist Damian Abraham’s Turned Out a Punk podcast and Vish Kkanna’s Kreative Control
Fuhrers of the New Wave [reissue]
If you hang around the punk scene long enough, there will come a time when you start buying more reissues than new releases. I’ve been near the tipping point for years. The lack of interesting (to me, at least) new records in 2020 seems likely to finally push me over the edge. The good news is, sometimes that means I’m discovering things I missed the first time around. It blows my mind that records released in 2000 are now 20 years old. Time really does fly when you’re (occasionally) having f
Crazy and the Brains
Where the Juice Drips [EP]
Here’s an interesting turn for Crazy & the Brains- they’re not aliens anymore. When the band first crashed on the scene, they released tracks like “Saturday Night Live” and “Lindsay Lohan” where they sang about unhealthy fixations and the depressions thereof. After that, they released what appeared to be a Vampire Weekend diss-track. Then, after that came “Good Boy” which appeared to be written from a perspective akin to Norman Bates. In all those tracks, the band appeared to be extraterrestrial
Live in Muskegon
The convergence of two events made this review possible. The first was the absolute shutdown of all shows, gigs, concerts, tours, sports, plays, movies and anything else mildly entertaining. In other words, the circus part of “bread and circus”. I really love reviewing live shows. It’s pretty much my favorite thing. I miss the loud fellowship more than I can express.
The Second event was a result of the first. Because of their inability to play live, Metallica launched a weekly streami