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TPR 144LP
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$20.00
PREORDER
RELEASE DATE: 2/14/2025
"Everybody loves their mother, even punks. The birth of Heavy Mother came post-'Vid via Mr. Mom Eddie Flowers, the legendary underground rocker whose roots and righteousness date back to The Gizmos and run through Crawlspace. A smattering of newborn heads from The Cowboys, Circuit Des Yeux, ABC Gum, and Chud soon flanked Flowers and launched a Real-Rock campaign through the basements and barrooms of Hoosierville. Brews were crushed, bongs were ripped, tapes and records trickled out, most notably 2022's wonderful This Time Around LP on Feel It Records. The world's been the better for all of this, not that it deserves any of it. What now is this Heavy Möther II thang? Only the beefiest, most drool-inducing sequel / mutation imaginable. Spurred by mutual admiration and a well-timed business trip, The Core Mommies find themselves joined by Joe Chamandy of The Retail Simps and Craig Bell of Rocket From The Tombs. The punky pedigree on display here is enough to choke any fanzine editor, but the fruit of this union is the absolute stickiest. Ante upped! One weekend, ten songs, one show -- That's Heavy Möther II. Loose sketches and wild ideas shaped by masters of the craft and there's not a stinker to be found. 'Window In The Door' is psych-punk in the truest form, recalling The 13th Floors Elevators at their sickest. 'Couchlock!' is hereby crowned punkdom's finest ode to stoner paralysis, giving Three Stoned Men's 'Too Lazy To Pee' some much needed (additional) rest. There's new life spat into oldies from Randy Newman and The Troggs and an urgent, bootleg-true rendition of The Velvet Underground's 'Foggy Notion' that serves as the album's spiritual anchor. It all amounts to quite the soirée and we're lucky as hell to have a ticket. As Heff's brilliant liners attest, each of these Mothers bring an unshakeable cross-generational love of subterranean rock'n'roll to the proceedings -- a gut-rooted know-how that allows each of them to 'live by and understand the depths of the art from itself.' Heavy Möther II pumps in tradition of one-off wonders like Bad Times and Ego Summit, capturing those rare, fleeting moments when all-star forces converge under prime unrestricted conditions, shoot wildly from-the-hip, and bring the racket of their dreams into reality. It's pure, unchained, burnt-end, woolly mammoth rock'n'roll and of course it's 100% total punk!" --Mitch Cardwell
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TPR 132LP
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$20.00
PREORDER
RELEASE DATE: 2/9/2024
"Here it is folks. The debut LP from Melbourne Australia's Judges. A 36-minute meditation on the power of 'the riff' from some of the folks who brought you Smarts, Cereal Killer, and Living Eyes. Monster stomp dual guitar powerpunk in line with Radio Birdman at their most ripping. A split release with Anti-Fade in Australia. Loud, thumping, fully charged, and 100% total punk!"
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TPR 128LP
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"Quickly gaining ground on Jake Robertson as Australia's most prolific artist, Ishka Edmeades (Satanic Togas, Set-Top Box, RRC, Gee Tee, Remote Control, Mainframe) is back with the debut LP as Tee Vee Repairmann. Sharp edged, hook heavy punk with a generous helping of glammy power pop. This is a sure fire hit parade. Co-released by our friends Computer Human Records in Australia."
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TPR 131LP
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"Cherry Cheeks are back with the follow up to their highly praised debut LP. Now a full band based out of Portland, OR with a few successful tours under their belt and a strongly defined sound CCLPII picks up where last year's Cherry Radio EP left off. The songs are more fleshed out, the production crisper, and the hooks are gigantic with layers of synths and electronic bleeps and blurps peppered throughout. The manic energy is still front and center but the poppier elements hinted at with songs like 'Go Outside' and'Two Bugs' on their debut are given much greater focus on the album's hit heavy A-side. On the flip the album takes a darker and more sinister turn. The synths are more heavily featured the vocals have more bite and the punk muscle fully flexed. Cherry Cheeks prove they've got some staying power and I'm excited to see what they have in store for CCLPIII. Catchy, razor sharp, and 100% TOTAL PUNK!"
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TPR 130LP
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"After countless hours of data driven market research it was determined that the wild success of the first Retail Simps album, Reverberant Scratch was 82.6% due to the cheeky and iconic album cover, as such the group was faced with a dilemma. Using focus groups funded by the Center for Odd Human Behaviour (COHB), the group surmised that the man pictured on said cover, none other than Montreal born chanteur Joe Chamandi, reminded the typical unsophisticated commoner of their ner'e do well uncle, and it is this sense of uncanny familiarity that drove people to purchase the record. Upon first needle drop it was revealed to house an abhorrent and obfuscatingly decrepit take on roots rock. Armed with this keen analytical knowledge, the band and their creative team harnessed the boundless marketability of the Trashmen, Dancing Cigarettes and 2 Live Crew to adorn their new disc with an equally palatable and deceptive frontal armour, provoking the straight-laced garage rocker of yore to pay the price of entry. Once the branding and visual identity of this little package invited potential listeners in, they were met with incorrigible confusion. You see, after being pigeonholed by the punk paparazzi as a lowly party band, the Simps were tasked with driving home their knack for fervent versatility. This new record captures a group, in the clutches of maturity, boasting their emotional depth, triumphant chops and humble servitude to the trade of rock n roll clowning. Recalling the double speak of VU's murder mystery, the soul bent lament of Fred Cole and the bastardized funk of Minutemen, the Simps have thusly widened their sonic palate and created yet another masterpiece of the modern age. This is the southern soul of Memphian tradesmen flipped on it's snowy head, conjuring an impure regionalism that was largely thought to be dead and gone. An alternate kind of Northern Soul with a frosty Arctic sheen. More spazzed out guitar, more howling lunacy, more heat of the moment, turnt poetry and outside the box-isms. 'The Simpies have done it again!' Proclaim the industrial-indie-music-complex! Bolstered by the angelic croon of theee Simpettes and the honking heart-wrench of theee Horny Boys, Theee Retail Simpletones bring you this 82.5 % Total Punk din!"
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TPR 122LP
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"What if the Velvet Underground had written 'Wooly Bully' and Sam The Sham 'Sister Ray?' If Ron House picked up some bongos and joined CCR or if Half Japanese and Hasil Adkins started a Meters cover band? This is the scrap yard of the Retail Simp's mind. Gang activity started when moldy Joe (Celluloid Lunch, Itchy Self...) enlisted fellow rhythm bro, Tom tha Moleanderthal (Feeling Figures, Hélène Barbier Band...) to make a perfect record in the Ides of Corona March. A million doll hairs and several rock bottoms later, the idea was to make something that would easily fall apart, this was executed with Montreal's best and brightest in the wings, lending a foot (all in the name of bogtime[sic] exposure). Bathroom-stall-wart and Barstool-smart Chrispy Burns (Terminal Sunglasses, American Devices...) was brought in to add his patented 'racket roll' guit-o-rama. James 'Gogo' Goddard (SkinTone, Egyptian Cotton Arkestra...) skronked his reliable sax machine and the ticket was printed. Short on practice and high on ideas, thee Retail Simple Tones were born, well-traveled and unraveled individuals, bound by a musical adventure. Now to show for it, Reverberant Scratch is a nine-track ruckus of tinny guitar sketching, horn-honking deliberations, keyboardarific doodles, and whatever else one can summon in a basement to bang on. It's a ramshackle party stabber. Loose, loud, and 100% TOTAL PUNK!!!"
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