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SSR 089EP
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RELEASE DATE: 5/27/2022
Erupt offer up five fiery tracks on Left To Rot. Treading the blurry lines between extreme punk and extreme metal, Left To Rot is a cacophony in all the right ways. Fast as, heavy as, nasty as. Featuring members of Sheer Mag, Geld, and Gutter Gods, Erupt brings its own molten explosions to the surface. These burnt offerings are recommended for fans of Sodom, Celtic Frost, Iron Age, Warthog, Mindsnare, and the other hordes of apocalypse old and new.
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SSR 088EP
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RELEASE DATE: 5/13/2022
Less than a year after their debut, Brazil's Lasso returns with their second EP. While Lasso's razor-sharp riffing and songwriting remain intact, this time around the sound is thicker and meaner, as if what was presaged in the first EP's foreboding, ominous sound has finally come to pass. Indeed, as the world has slid into previously unthinkable depths of darkness and brutality, Lasso's sound has evolved to match, a hard-won sense of steadiness now augmenting the anguish so palpable on their first record. Lasso also introduces a few new musical wrinkles here. A surf-y, Dead Kennedys-esque lead guitar elevates tracks like "Fechado Em Copas" and "Atarantado" to even higher levels of catchiness than their already-infectious debut, while "Mendaz" closes the record with an apocalyptic, mid-paced stomp. Desperate times call for desperate music, which makes Lasso the perfect soundtrack for 2022. Limited to 400 copies.
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SSR 087EP
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RELEASE DATE: 5/13/2022
Neutrals return with a stunning new four-track EP on Static Shock Records, after an album on Emotional Response in 2019 and two 7"s on Slumberland and Domestic Departure in 2020. Each song on this EP is a golden nugget of DIY indie pop with clean and jagged guitar work, tunes at every corner and a joyous naivety. Go straight to "Gary Borthwick Says" -- a song about a full-time bullshitter with lyrics akin to I, Ludicrous's Preposterous Tales with music which has the charm of prime The Television Personalities and The Times. "New Town Dream" is another gem and if it had come out in 1979 as an obscure DIY/post punk 7", the kids would be paying £200 for it. Honestly, it's love at first listen and pure infatuation after repeated plays. This EP will not leave you turntable. The 7" is limited to 550 copies on blue vinyl and housed in wraparound sleeve.
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RELEASE DATE: 4/1/2022
Repress on white vinyl. Vancouver's Bootlicker are back with their first full-length. Experimenting with various line-ups and sounds since 2017, these 14 original tracks flesh out their most realized expression. Following four EPs and two demos, their self-titled debut stays true to the noise cultivated in the previous offerings. That raw, blown-out production countered with clean guitar sound and Internationally-informed take on a UK82 delivery remains. Everything that made the band what they were on their previous output is polished into a ball of fire that will not be contained. Their mid-tempo, menacing posture of tracks like "Herd The Sheep" and "State Of Fever" give way to the D-beat totality of "Master" or "Two Faced" proving there are still ideas in the tank. There won't be much left but scorched earth by the time it comes to rest. FFO: Mau Maus, Discharge, SSD.
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Red vinyl repress. Sarcasm's final offering is the much-needed shot in the arm you don't even have to queue for. Sonically their six-track EP is a potent mix of the ignorant anarcho clatter and arch post(-graduate) punk you already love them for, but moreso. Picture UK Decay squatting the Barbican. Still eschewing distortion for a truly inspired use of phase, the cavernous production (another Falco joint) will leave you staring at a city trader until he switches carriages. Whether it's echo-laden pronouncements on our worst instincts for techno addiction ("Digital Colony") or odes to modernist artists Paul Nash ("Marsh Personage") each track is as desperate as it is restrained by the same conditions. Heavily reminiscent of Fallout and the more cerebral end of UK82, mercilessly taut and lyrically about as obtuse as you'd hope from punk songs about rare varieties of lichen. Some guy once said something about the need for pessimism of the intellect and optimism of the will in abject times, and this band amply proved the evergreen joy to be had in being a smart arse. Bury Creeping Life under the rubble of the A3030 at Stonehenge when they start tunneling, because this is one for the well-groomed future druids. Justified and ancient, Creeping Life absolutely goes. Blue vinyl; edition of 350.
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Clear vinyl repress. When Sydney's Oily Boys dropped their long-awaited debut LP on Cool Death over the summer of 2020 and Static Shock Records quickly fell in love with it. Static Shock now releasing this across the pond for the uninitiated. Here's what the Cool Death originally said about this record, as we couldn't agree more: "Chthonic, catatonic, chronic... Cro Memory Grin is a masterpiece. Thirteen turbocharged tracks indebted to the pleasures and pitfalls of their lives in the modern city of Sydney and to the first and second waves of international extreme music freaks and loonies: pure fucking aggression. The Oily Boys have graced us with a beast of an album that swells between direct, gripping, tangible hardcore punk and near nauseating psychedelia and throb which at moments feels like either ritual trance or a nervous breakdown. Cro Memory Grin contains near equal measures of tension and release; an exercise in high catharsis. It's rare that a punk record can give the listener anywhere near the same intoxicating feel of an 'everything louder than everything else' live show, but that's what Oily Boys have done. That lightning in a bottle feeling of excitement, chaotic energy, delirium, presence in a moment and frenzied flight into a mind state both frightening and ecstatic. The stone has been carved, the fire has been lit, and this is it... Cro. Memory. Grin." Blue marbled vinyl and comes packaged in a slightly different sleeve to the Cool Death pressing. Features members of Low Life.
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2022 repress on black smoke coloured vinyl with even bigger poster insert. "Gasp, choke, puke, roll, die, live again. Ten songs to destruction, ten songs to live, ten songs that wrap up all the velocity and disturbance beneath planet earth. Impalers have Sweden in their back pocket, the U S of A dripping down the back of their legs, and use the designs that Anti-Cimex and Discard laid out to mop up the mess. There are other words to describe this blessed mess, but they become insufficient by the time the last track rolls around. In this case, Cellar Dweller can only be described as a party that you've been invited to but that you might not make it out of alive. Full color, hellish and hilarious poster insert by Mason Tucker, and sterile, alienating, squint-to-focus-on-the-horror cover by the steamroller talent J.S. Aurelius." --J. Falco
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"Agh! A fresh chop from the large dusty burning murder island: Cold is the Meat to beat. Perth's finest flesh purveyors have upped their naughty game here across ten tracks of gleefully haughty punk. Hot And Flustered is somehow at once extremely camp and deadly serious. Ashley's vengeful, elastic rasp smears menses down the screwfaces of vacuous tastemakers, climate change deniers, perennial street perverts, and of course, ZZ Top fans. There's some surprisingly poignant forays into melody ('Beach Photography') and a good grip of sudden tempo fuckery to keep us well and truly hooked. Their signature chubby and defiant riffs under snarky bouncing toms formula extends well to the album form, creating a timely reminder that hate and fear are more than reasonable responses to our hell predicament. Let's take comfort in collective ridicule. When it's too hot to pogo because the sky is on fire, Cold Meat will let us writhe around in the dirt like the little piggies we are." --Bryony Beynon Well, after a slew of 7" offerings, Perth's Cold Meat finally deliver a full-length record. Much like their last few releases, they've taken an amped-up approach to '70s punk but this time round, they offer ever so slightly more diversity. Ten tracks clocking in at just over 23 minutes and cut at 45rpm for maximum volume.
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Now grown out of the bedroom and operating as a fully functional band, London via Ukraine's Powerplant follow up 2019's People Of The Sun LP with this new five-track banger. The Devo/Tubeway Army/Screamers/Lost Sounds comparisons are still there but also the weirder tracks are weirder, the faster tracks are faster and is Theo fucking crooning on the opener? One way to find out. To better days! Clear vinyl; includes lyric sheet; edition of 500.
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Sarcasm from London release their debut EP on Static Shock Records after a great five-track demo Total Institution, released on Far So Far in 2016. Sarcasm deal in angular post punk led by skeletal guitars and a locked in rhythm section. The vocals are nonchalant and a bleak and broody vibe is sprinkled on each of the four tracks. The sound sits somewhere between a more sparse Crisis or The Fall, in the glory years on Step Forward Records. This is the sound of the past, the sound of now, and the sound of dissatisfaction.
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Minima is the new face of Barcelona punk. Members of Una Bestia Incontrolable, Barcelona, Fatamorgana, and Snor. 13 tracks to pull you away from the bar and into the pogo. Full of the kind of choice punk you'd expect of such a pedigree: jabbing riffs thrumming out, buzzed up with an insistent pull, clipped clattering beats pinning it down, vocals delivered with a potent snarl, accusatory and savage. From fizzing pogo of "Adolescente", to "Cicatriz"'s threatening hum, the whole album strikes a sharp balance between the big-riffing hardcore of someone like Glue or Nekra, and the Catalan/Spanish primitive-punk lineage that runs from Qloaqa Letal to dirt-raw rippers Pinen.
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Debut 12" from Sydney's Negative Gears. Following a domestic pressing by Disinfect Records (Low Life, Oily Boys). Seven tracks of tightly wound post punk from a group of individuals that give you the feeling that they're looking at the glass not so much half empty, but long since spilt and with no replacement on the horizon. The type of anguish that makes you either want to scratch your head at the state of the world, or take a full-on somersault onto a razor blade, being held up by an anonymous hand from your home country, much like the matey-boy on the front cover. For fans of Diät, Institute, and Marbled Eye.
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Fourth EP from Warthog, the raging hardcore punk band from New York City. Full of beefy hardcore built on pounding drums, raging riffs, and a thick production. Think Mellaka, Sacrilege demos, Poison Idea, and just the faintest whiff of something St. Vitus might have written on their day off. First press comes with a four-color, screen printed sleeve with artwork by Alex Heir, insert, and stamped labels.
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Sharpen your pencils, pseudo intellectuals, The Minneapolis Uranium Club (or just Uranium Club) have returned with a new LP! All Of Them Naturals is a collection of new songs that sound exactly like Wire, and exactly like Devo, and exactly like The Randoms, and exactly like Total Control, and exactly like The Shitty Limits, and exactly like Eddy Current, and exactly like The Fall without Mark E. Smith's languidness. It's like the Sex Pistols misfiring. All eight tracks come fully approved by The Sunbelt Chemical Corporation.
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The debut LP from Berlin's Idiota Civilizzato. 11 tracks of wild Italian influenced hardcore punk. Recorded in a single marathon post gig all-night session, the debut LP from Berlin's Idiota Civilizzato builds upon their ripping 7" from 2017 (SSR 044EP). Obviously indebted to the wild sounds of the likes of Wretched, Impact, and Negazione but put together with its own distinctive grasping energy, a manic pile-on of cascading riffs, rifling drums, weird melodic trills needling through, barely held together, bursting with uncomfortable spite. Eleven frenetic punk tunes that writhe with mad-eyed fury, twisting livewire hardcore that sears into you, sneering on and roaring forward, fucked off, packed with bounce and sting.
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Conor Lumsden from The Number Ones is Music City and the boy proves how talented he is, playing every instrument on this record. 1979 was a magical year in music terms and his debut sounds like a gem from that era. "Pretty Feelings" is a slow power pop chugger with gorgeous harmonies and Damn The Torpedos-esque moments. "Do I?" is more up-tempo with jangling clean guitars that is part power pop, part Green on Red and part Stars of Heaven. Recorded by Daniel Fox and mixed/mastered to tape by Mikey Young.
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Ways To Die, Blazing Eye's most recent recording secures their place as one of Los Angeles's best hardcore-punk bands. Propagating punk as true and original as bands the likes of G.I.S.M. and Siege, Blazing Eye sets forth Ways To Die as their strongest release since their 2013 demo. It's a banger for sure.
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Cold Meat hail from Perth, Western Australia, but with Pork Sword Fever deliver siren songs for every woman getting fucked over in every corner of this sorry planet. They hex lazy pricks and bad bastards with a spell of spectacular jangeloid riffs and clattering anarcho toms, each track upping the stakes like a praying mantis - fuck, decapitate, eat corpse for nourishment. This is incisive, tongue-in-arse-cheek, indefatigable punk. Cold Meat will have you fisting the air, but only if you lube up first.
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Beta Blockers are here with their debut, Stiff Prescription. What do they sound like? They sound like Die Kreuzen fucking about with the Screamers, or maybe Black Flag smashing gurners with Neubauten, or how about Stooges getting punished by the Gallagher brothers, maybe even all of those at the same time. Seven songs in eighteen minutes. Housed in a heavyweight sleeve featuring artwork from Keegan Dakkar Lomanto; Includes download code. White vinyl; Edition of 300.
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Debut 7" EP from Idiota Civilizzato, Berlin hardcore band with members from Italy, Mallorca, and Australia (including members from Diät and Orden Mundial). "These weirdos look like they met at a bus station and together make up the ripping hardcore version of a house of cards that feels like it could fall apart at any moment, then it does but that's actually how the song goes so uno, due, tre, quattro and on with the next one, kapisce paisan? Idiota is gonna teach you a little bit of Italian with some catchy romance language grunts and groans." --Onton
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Sievehead represent all that is good with DIY punk in the UK in 2017. Born, raised, and blossomed in the Lughole, in Sheffield, Sievehead have become a band of greatness. Their second album Worthless Soul is an album full of shimmering guitars, the bleakness of '80s Sheffield, and passionate vocals that ooze defiance. It has energy, heart, and that special something you can't put your finger on. It sits next to the classic early '80s era Gun Club, Arch Criminals, and Hüsker Dü. But still it has DIY punk running through every vein. Heavyweight reverse board sleeve with a printed inner sleeve; Artwork and photography from bassist Joe Singleton.
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After playing gigs since 2011, Melbourne's Tyrannamen released their self-titled debut album on Cool Death Records. That pressing sold out instantly so the edition presented here is a result of Static Shock Records keeping this instant classic in print. The album is just 23 minutes long but every minute is worth the admission price alone. The album starts with calling card "I Can't Read Your Mind" which is full of ramshackle, yet instantly catchy punk rock but with a soulful and rock 'n' roll underbelly. It sits somewhere between Alex Chilton, Royal Headache and Irish power pop kings, The Moondogs. Other highlights include the anthemic "You Should Leave Him" which starts like The Undertones "Get Over You" before heading into a straight up pounder with Nic Imfeld's raw but tuneful voice taking the song to pop heaven.
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Efialtis present four feral tracks of stripped down, high-energy, mid-tempo punk, with despotic vocals and ominous Greek lyrics. The sharp guitar and buzzing bass wade through combative drumming, all tough as nails, perfectly enhancing the nightmarish unease underlying their sound. Ten minutes of '80s-inspired, rudimentary jaggedness, complete with catchy songwriting, tight delivery and a production that's appropriately massive and the right amount of shambolic. Limited to 500 copies.
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Sievehead are a product of the vibrant Sheffield DIY punk community. Here they offer two tracks on the A-side of burly punk rhythms careening and rumbling through swirling post-punk vibes, catchy and insistent, packed with pain and power, showcasing the same dark propulsive energy that caught the attention of DIY music fans the world over on 2015's Into the Blue LP. Pure Gold contribute a remix on the B-side here taking the song "Try The Mirror" and skinning Sievehead's vehement deathrock-tinged tumult and creating something that could sit comfortably on an early John Carpenter soundtrack. Limited to 500 copies.
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