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LP
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SSR 126LP
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$28.00
PREORDER
RELEASE DATE: 7/11/2025
This is not the end of a dark alleyway in some US city, this is not the bottom of a platform heel in England, this is not the back corner of some dusty drawer at a record fair in Holland. These are not the places you'll find rock and roll. This is Quebec: A different sensory perception of rock and roll. A heightened awareness of the highest highs and the lowest lows. This is Belgium with snowmobiles, Catholic Texas, Ugly France. All the crumbling highways, the coldest beers, and the loudest joints. Guitars do different things in Quebec. Puffer shimmy across the invisible barricade between Montreal and the rest of the world not just as another crop of punks but as the great descendants and inheritors of modern greats like INEPSY's Rock and Roll Babylon and Annihilation Time's II. Loud, brash, unrelenting. You'll go deaf before you get bored of it. Self-produced, self-recorded, and mixed by the band, this is the vanguard of punk that has lived long beyond its moments of origin. This pure blast of 1979 by way of the hellish weimar end-times of 2025 never made the necessity of punk rock feel so real.
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DRUNKEN 173LP
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Montreal five-piece Puffer is the midpoint between hardcore and dirty ol' rock'n'roll -- part Poison Idea going dumpster-diving outside the garages of Melbourne's punk scene, part Fucked Up playing their X records on a rotary sander. They're equally at home with a pacy blur of riffs as they are going for a four-to-the-floor stomp; either way, the ragged larynx sits perfectly astride the roar, while the guitars go full Bob Stinson at his too-drunk-to-fuck-up best. You can practically hear the leather jackets creaking between phrases. This is music to move to. So what better place to start with this band than an LP compiling their must-have demo from 2022 and the remarkably excellent self-titled EP that followed in 2023? Originally released by New York's increasingly-essential label Roachleg Records, these two highly digestible bursts of punk'n'roll complement each other perfectly. Whether you get your giddy thrills from the raw-as-hell likes of opener "Suffering," or from the non-more-anthemic, holy-shit-I-need-to-bang-my-skull-against-the-wall double whammy of "Sister Marie" and "Hard Way To Go," you are guaranteed to find something to love here. You could always try hitting yourself with that plank, but you'll probably find you return to this more often. Drunken Sailor delivers the goods again.
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