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

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.

After more than ten years as a band, Hipshot Killer seemed to have settled into a comfortable groove. And it was a good groove. Over the course of three LPs and a single, the Kansas City, MO trio had been purveyors of consistently good midwestern punk. They’ve been churning out melodic, nuanced, well written, often introspective songs. That hasn’t changed.

Still, Guns and Gas feels different. It’s more urgent. More angry. More political. More desperate. While Hipshot Killer have

Hardcore Zorn is the “proper” 7-inch release of Zorn’s last cassette tape of the same name. As before, the band blends death rock with metal, and keeps the sound nice and grimy. “Lament” has a spiraling guitar that walks a riff between NWOBHM and death metal twisting while lead singer Eric howls like a banshee. The whole thing is spooky… and it rocks. Where Zorn succeeds on the release is that while this album is certainly influenced by the darker rock genres, the band avoids falling i

Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy writes a song about it. It’s been the inspiration for an endless string of hits. Pain is just such a universal experience. In the case of Let Me Downs and Tacoma is for Lovers, it goes beyond that. It’s boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy writes an entire record about it.

Let Me Downs are a newer band made up of a trio of older guys. Their sound is definitely a throwback to the golden era of Epifat, but it feels natural, not forced. Tacoma