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Victoria's White Collar, pulses with as much articulation as venom. This first 12" invokes the glory years of American hardcore. That razor-slash ferocity, ya'll love. The riffs are simple and effective, opting for power over speed and giving new-comer vocalist Loosey C. the chance to showcase what makes her inclusion vital in a group made up of Headcheese, Crosshairs, and Bootlicker alumni. In fact, what sets this four-piece apart is the focused potency of her vocal aggression and scathing lyrics. If you're taking notes to make sure the right boxes are checked, imagine your master prosciutto-shaving the best bits from "No Thanks" and "Evil I" and feeding them to your grateful, blushing little face. If you're looking for what makes this record as ferocious as it is, clock the poisoned lyrics calling out all the parts of identity politics, sexism, and embarrassing punk posturing that are overdue for a reckoning. White Collar won't be trained, and this bitch ain't just mouthy; she bites.
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$12.50
PREORDER
RELEASE DATE: 9/27/2024
Assistert Sjølmord ("Assisted Suicide") release their debut seven-track 7" EP, after an outstanding demo in 2021. Thirty seconds into "Klimabombe" and you reach maximum velocity and there's no let up. The intensity and feral nature of their sound is laid bare with a sharp production and guitar tone that is both clean and harsh at the same time. The vocals rage and are totally ferocious and are in a similar vein to Chitose from The Comes. It looks, sounds and feels like a classic Norwegian hardcore single from the '80s and released on X-Port Plater (home of Svart Framtid, Stengte Dører, Bannlyst, etc.) mixed with the classic UK82 push and shove proto hardcore sound of The Mau Mau's. These four Oslo punks take you by the throat and make Norwegian hardcore essential all over again.
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First pressing of 500 copies on red vinyl with 16-page newspaper insert and additional postcards. Neutrals return after five years with album number two, a co-release between Static Shock Records and Slumberland. New Town Dream is thirteen songs of innocence, intensity and observations of everyday life. It's like a Mike Leigh film lyrically -- seeing the world through the eyes of normal people but with music that leans heavily on the TV Personalities, The Times, The Wedding Present, and the Jam. The rhythm section is the perfect foil for the spikey and clean guitar work but it's always the tune that is king with Neutrals. One listen and you are transported into the world of travel agents, bus conductors, kebabs and substitute teachers.
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The debut LP from New York and Montreal's Stigmatism (featuring current and past members of Omegas, Lethal, S.H.I.T, Justice, and Mati) is finally upon us. Stigmatism plays a style of music that pays tribute to the Rat Cage Records era of New York City punk and hardcore without sounding like an old and stale tribute band. With their debut Ignorance In Power, Stigmatism gives fans of the genre exactly what they want, 13 intense blasts filled with hooks, heavy breakdowns, and lyrics that call attention to the consistent unending rise of antisemitism, fascism, and police corruption currently plaguing New York City. 350 copies on black vinyl with a fold out A2 poster with amazing artwork from Tavi Gibson.
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After 2022's Stump Soup cassette, Powerplant is back with a sharp five tracker. On every release Powerplant mutates, changes and rotates their sound and on this EP it's no different. The rigid march of drum machines is now more determined and powerful than ever. Grass serves as their fatalist manifesto against burning daylight spending time fruitlessly. Like an intrusive thought or a ghost, the theme of time passing, barges into every song, calling to action. Powerplant, like a converted believer, is here to guide you through. "It gets worse before it gets worse", says bandleader Theo Zhykharyev, "I waited forever for things to get better and a perfect time to put out these songs, but judging from the trajectory of events -- this is as good as it's going to get." With the same necessity to get out and make up for lost time, the EP opens its gates with title track "Grass" -- a force of nature that charges into a dizzying riff, bridging into a crooning verse with a pompous backing. Powerplant's catchy sensibilities and affection for intricate song structures is at the forefront with a hint of weirdness that is yet to come. "Broodmother" is like the march of an evil and twisted army with military drums, distorted bass hook and sinister vocals. "Walk Around - Hang My Head" comes over like a mid-80s 4-track Stranglers demo with a vocal that chops and snarls with an odd twang to it. "3 Medallions" is a brief instrumental interlude that leads into final cut "Beautiful Boy" which is the most straightforward song -- but isn't straight forward at all. It starts like it's going to be an '80s synth pop gem but ends up like a ghostly version of early Wire or art punks that make every second count with some different happening, knowing that this might be their only ever release. Crystal purple vinyl; edition of 500; housed in a colorful pocket sleeve.
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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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Warthog always takes their time with releasing new music, but you know it will always be worth the wait. Marking their ten-year anniversary as a band, Larry and Co finally bring you their long awaited fifth EP. Written in Brooklyn in the winter of 2021/2022, the new EP delivered three tracks of their trademark sound. Everything is fine-tuned and sounding stronger than ever. "Digital Tumor" might even be their best track yet. You didn't think that they would let you down, did you? The EP comes in a pocket sleeve with brand new artwork from longtime collaborator Alex Heir and lyric sheet. Recorded by Sasha Stroud, mixed by Will Killingsworth, and mastered by Arthur Rizk.
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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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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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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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2022 repress. 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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