Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Reatards-Get Real Stupid 7" (1997)

Most of you probably own this one, or at least have played it to death. Some benighted souls may, however, still be ignorant of the illuminated crudity that was Jay Reatard & his minions.

In any case, this is the Reatards' first, majestically moronic release. All the elements we love in the Reatards are here: Jay's trashed howl; pitter-pat paintbucket drumming; and two-note guitar rumbling that barely makes it to 3 chords the entire EP. It's nice when song titles adequately encompass the emotional range they express, and boy is that the case here. "You Ain't No Fun No More": Man, you ain't no fun no mo'! Other target-topics include fashion victims, Chuck Taylors, and so on.

Really there's no point in prattling on here. Either you love the Reatards or you haven't heard them. In the unlikely event that someone reading this actively dislikes the Reatards, that's cool, check back in when I post more cold wave.That's all for now. Get it here.

Then go see if Goner Records ever re-released this thing. I think they dropped a shitload of Reatards re-issues last year, so buy those if you can't find the 7" per se.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Urbanoia-Svart Sement EP (2013)

Well, I haven't reviewed any hardcore records in awhile. Hell, I haven't reviewed anything at all in awhile. So why not get back to music-writing, and the music of my youth, with Stavanger's Urbanoia, eh? Following in a venerable tradition of heavy Scandinavian ragers, Urbanoia presents thee with four tracks of 'eavy, 'eavy blitzkrieg bop.

 I'm pretty sure it's obligatory to mention Discharge if you're reviewing a hardcore punk record these days, but actually Urbanoia doesn't really do the d-beat thing. As far as I can tell, who knows, maybe d-beat has morphed into how Urbanoia sounds. In any case, this is heavy (not metal-heavy, though) hardcore that goes for mid-tempo, clean production instead of a wall of shrieking feedback. It's raining, I'm hungover, the sun hasn't been out in days, and I'm pretty sure lots of bad things are happening in the world right now: Urbanoia's just as good a soundtrack for this mood as anything else.

You can listen to Urbanoia, and possibly buy their EP, here.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Confusion is Sex[ting]

....'cause only a teenage riot could get me outta bed/right now....

...and also cause I've been doing this blog for almost three years, it was probably time I posted something involving Sonic Youth. Why not their most pop song ever?

Monday, April 14, 2014

Still NOT taking new submissions for review....

Hey gang,

I apologize for the crankiness to follow, but:

Looks like 2014 will be another year in which I don't get around to reviewing everything people have sent me, and it's only April. I have about 100 new submissions that have arrived since January, and people are still emailing me new stuff.

While I appreciate the fact that y'all dig the blog enough to send new releases my way, PLEASE STOP FOR NOW! DrugPunk is a one-person, not-for-profit shitshow that's dysfunctional on the best of days, and I run this thing in my free time in between writing about and researching a bunch of stupid Old Timey crap, mis-pronouncing Italian words, and getting drunk. It's not a full-time operation, I'm not Pitchfork, I have intermittent internet access, and I'm getting sick of dashing off "I'll get to this when I have time" emails when I'm still catching up on stuff from November 2013. I run this blog primarily to draw attention to new music but also because I enjoy writing; I don't like reviewing stuff I've barely listened to, and shitty reviews are as annoying to write as they are to read.

That said, I'll let y'all know when I'm done with the mountain range of reviews already in front of me. I apologize to bands/labels/whatever awaiting reviews; like I said, this is a one-person operation.

I love you all.

hugs and kisses,

-Chief Drug Punk

Friday, April 11, 2014

Multiple Man-Guilt Culture 7" EP (Detonic, 2014)

Multiple Man ditches the clangy bangy garage funk on their second EP, and goes straight for dance-punk so cold it'll freeze your innards in July. The eponymous first track starts with a beat pretty close to the Vaselines' "You Think You're a Man", but it's far more frigid than those Scottish tricksters were. DIstance, coldness, and other vaguely displeasing emotional states are what come to mind on all three of these tracks.

MM has clarified and distilled the squalling misery they hinted at on their debut, leaving us with dance tunes that don't feel remotely pleasureable. That's intended as a compliment; really. C'mon, unless you're going to soul night at your local bar, who wants to feel warm and cuddly anyways, right? Right. Anyway "Guilt Culture" drones on in a numbly danceable key. "Boiling Down" could easily be mistaken for a lost track from some Liege or Innsbruck Cold Wave group ca. 1984. It has all the stylistic marks of Cold Wave pizzazz: a repetitive, bouncy bass line; layers of synth that run the gamut from hissing to damn-near-rhythmic; and an absolute refusal to deal in human emotions. It's all dead ends and frayed synapses stuck somewhere in an ice cavern. "Youth Forever," by comparison, is damn near upbeat. In fact, it's pretty fuckin' close to lo-fi Aussie rock's answer to Montreal's Grimes.  I was snorting drugs the other night and my partners in crime thought it was a fuckin' booty-shakin' hit! Then they started throwing beer cans at me, but that's another story.....

This story currently involves you going over to the Detonic Records bandcamp to listen to and purchase this three-track bit of Friday night soul shakin', soul-crushing hissrattle.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Always delays

So the internet hasn't been working in my part of the world for the last week or so, hence the lack of posts. Hopefully at some point the great god Bureacracy will see fit to take mercy on a sinner such as your humble narrator, and turn the wifi back on.

In the meantime, hey hey, Dinosaur Jr. did a Cure cover once upon a time to get goth girls. So check that out.