Since their 2018 masterpiece ‘Here Come…’ Tommy and the gang have been knocking out their impressive Hooligan pop.  I like that, I like that a lot and I like Tommy & The Commies a lot as well and they play Hooligan pop for sure, its a perfect genre for their sound and captures what it is they do to a tee.

‘Hurtin’ 4 Certain’ is their time capsule to the global lockdown and kicks the shit outta any blues one might have for normal life being put into quarantine for the time being.  The opening track whilst the inevitable comparisons to Buzzcocks and The Jam ring out and so they should there is a real vintage Undertones clang happening here as well.  It’s like Tommy has slipped on some magical snorkel jacket and in the pocket there’s a magical mixtape to those that paved the way back in the ’70s & ’80s. but if you’re going to start your EP off with intent then ‘Hurtin 4 Certain’ is a bloody barnstormer.

‘Impulse Action’ is a snotty pogo with a chorus you want to punch the air too and lace up your martins and turn up the volume this is a blast.  From the Gatlin gun guitar chords being churned out the gang vocals are easy to remember and a lot of fun. ‘Power On Standby’ has a bit of a mod vibe about it imagine walking into a house party in Brighton in the ’60s and these goons are holding court in the backroom and ‘Power On Standby’ is churning the room as sweaty bodies cut loose.  Great stuff! This EP is shaking off any cobwebs or misery a pandemic can leave after three months.

Finally taking this bad boy home is the juddering riffola of ‘One Arch Town’ and I’m hearing early gen X going on as the song unfolds towards the chorus it’s a beautiful thing hearing a bunch of hooligans kick up a shit storm of Rock and Roll like this.  sure it’s nothing new and it’s not groundbreaking but you know what?  Sometimes, it’s nice to just kick out the jams motherfuckers and this hooligan pop lark has got me a buzzin’  Check em out they deserve that much at least.

 

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Author: Dom Daley

Fuck me sideways this has to be the rawest loudest punk rock n roll record recorded since the Damneds debut.  Moron’s Morons turn everything into the red and hit those guitars hard.  It’s fast it’s loud its uncompromising but above all its addictive.  Punk as Fuck as one of my learned friends would put it.  The drums are like St Angers biscuit tins if John Bonham was playing them until they turned to dust.

 

These Warsaw punks aren’t fucking about it’s full tilt from the first bass thump to the last howl of guitar on this their debut full length and boy what a rush. I’m not sure they’re looking for danger here because by the sounds of it they found it.  ‘Wonderlust’ is a minute and a half of a band windmilling its way to the finish line. It’s not all out of control hanging on by a thread adrenalin Rock n Roll because ‘sidewalk Service’ is a little slower – more measured. It’s bordering on heading the way of the others but the scuff on the guitar riff and the steady beat of the drums is cool and are those handclaps I hear? that’s it, I fuckin’ love this record right there. Top tune.

‘Rate Your Teacher’ is fuckin’ terrifying then ‘You Put Hot In Psychotic’ is a blast with its distorted huge riff really tearing it up with the used and abused Chuck Berry licks but dipped in speed and driven like a demolition derby right through the speakers – Wonderful stuff.

An appropriate title if ever there was one is ‘Noise Addiction’ comes on like Motorhead but way more out of control and punk rock.  There’s nothing new going on here it has been done a million times I guess, but every now and then you make a connection and man I’m glad ‘Looking For Danger’ found its way into my speakers. Like their fellow purveyors of filthy punk rock n roll The Cavemen Moron’s Morons don’t do half measures its all in or fuck off as they perfectly display on ‘Addicted To Homicide’ they’ve even got a rapid romp entitled ‘Suicide Motherfucker’ that’s relentless and tasteless but I guess that’s their MO anyway.

One that tickled my fancy is the wonderfully titled ‘Poor Man’s Riffs And Ten Years Too Late’ which got me thinking these cats should take The Hip Priests on tour of Poland and Eastern Europe that’ll be like a dream team of filthed up punk n roll right there.  There’s even a minute (literally) to chuck in a heartfelt ode to the listener entitled ‘Fuck You’ before this record melts the wax it’s pressed on.  Penultimately they go prog punk on us with a song clocking in at almost five minutes! Five fuckin’ minutes what are they thinking? Lucky for them it’s awesome. The break down is a slick of magic bass riffing and hail satan lyrics but I bet you weren’t thinking it was called ‘Driller Killer’ though were you?

To take this record home ‘The Man Who Drank Too Much’ is a lesson in boozing – it’s not straying from the tried and tested of the rest of this record but you do need to know its another bit of magic.  Yobish, juvenile, obnoxious and totally wonderful for all those reasons and more.  Moron’s Morons have knocked out one hell of a record and if you still have a beating heart and crave loud guitars played hard then what on Gawds earth are you waiting for go pick this up for fuck’s sake!

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The Kritikal Beatdown continues as Black Gladiator and Slovenly Recordings present the second album from Athens via Crete dynamic duo HAND & LEG. The new LP is called “Lust In Peace” and it advances the post-punk infused concoction of blazing garage and art-driven destructo-rock as established on their grinding debut. Murky shades of sexual negativity plow forth with the help of white-hot distortion, alternating between soul-crushing fuzz bass dirges, ungodly squalls of noise, and occasional playful rhythmic rituals that offer brief respite from the saturation of musical sadism.” 

That’s the labels blurb taken care of as we turn up the speakers to furniture shaking levels to get the full experience of this headfuck of a record. after ‘Faux’ sort of give you a peek behind the curtain its ‘Softyhead’ where shit gets interesting as we get the ying and yang of the garage rock clashing head-on with the post-punk grind but that’s only the aperitif for ‘L.I.P’ (fuck knows what’s going on here) but its loud and I mean LOUD! as the guitar fuzz hacks and slashes whilst the vocals are Numan like monotonous and flat in their delivery until the chorus when things sound like a nuclear reactor gone out of control.

This album twists and turns as it tries to find a comfortable place whilst scratching at the listener.  I daren’t ask what the lyrical content is about I’d rather just enjoy the noise pouring out of my speakers.  Take ‘Grave Gravy’ for instance its creeps into existence and your just waiting for the breakout but its more subtle than that or so you think.

At times this ten-track assault on the ears can be a challenge as the brain struggles to cope with the audio bombs going off left right and centre and the duo revel in the attack. ‘Shoplift’ doesn’t sound like a good experience and not a soundtrack you’d have liked playing whilst fingering the pick and mix in woolies.  Having said that ‘Peter Pancake’ is someone we’d all like to get to know.  Iro and Stelios have delivered a post-punk garage meets art-rock album that will fuck with you play after play. I’m guessing they like to fuck with the listener but with a cheeky wink here and there and some serious ringing in one’s ear.  The art rock crowd of the lower east side would have been all over this one and a perfect touring partner for VU has finally arrived decades too late ho-hum check out hand and leg the crazy fuckers.

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Slovenly Recordings presents the latest full-length hunk o’ junk from San Francisco’s last standing Budget Rockers THE CONTROL FREAKS! Remember a time when bands like The Ramones pumped out albums full of sing-a-long singles that you could jump around to well, The Control Freaks do that.  From the opening explosion of the title track, we’re off and running.  Its garage punk with plenty of pop sing-a-longs.  count in 1-2-3-4 and the wonderfully titled ‘I Hate Your Face’ muscles in.  it’s full of bluster and has a wonderful garage rock rattle.  What’s not to like?

‘Elevator Girl’ kicks off with a dirty overdriven bass before steaming off.

‘Telephone City’ seems to be the catalyst to up the insanity a notch or two as shit gets faster and a little more out of control. ‘Hate List’ takes it up a notch or two with added madness.

So yeah, like, It’s fair to say this record is packed with hit after smash hit like “I Hate Your Face,”  ‘Creep You Out’ is on the level with some top tub-thumping and sleazy guitar slashing. ‘I Am Crime’ thrashes about some more if you haven’t already had enough. and you might need A ‘First Aid Kit’ it might come in handy at some point if you’re slamming around to these tunes and the cheap keys are gonna drive you insane. Its ferocious and sweetness rolled into one take ‘Time Out’ with some sweet vocals over an absolute banger that Dee Dee would have been proud to have penned. 

‘Dowanna Love’ is the first, (yup I did say first) cover on the album by Babeez Greg takes the vocals here whilst the second comes as the penultimate and more laid back (really) ‘Nobody Wants Me’ where Sherrilynn Nelson takes the vocals and delivers the best sultry Debbie Harry style vocals for thirty years on this dark lo-fi slice of scuzzy rock.

This is one of the most consistent garage punk albums I’ve had the pleasure of in quite a while. Why would anyone mess with Jessica? she sounds a handful.  Thirteen tunes crammed onto one album with every conceivable bit of space filled to the gills with rock and roll noise noise noise.  I love it and you will too.  Go get some kids you won’t be disappointed and if you are then I suggest Rock and Roll just isn’t for you either that or you might want to check for a pulse.

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Canada continues to churn out the finest in punk rock anywhere on the globe (sorry flat earthers) Blink and you might miss this one as Slovenly knock out four tunes in just over five minutes pressed onto wax. Its Sore Points first release on Slovenly and the Vancouver punks aren’t hanging around here folks this is like blunt trauma frenzy punk attack.  First up is the fuzz fest of ‘Not Alright’ – to the point its like an audio punch in the face and before you can gather your composure were into ‘On The Wire’ and Sore Points are like a frantic frenzied loon just rabbit punching the listener round the ears.

Pause, deep breath and flip this bad boy over as ‘One More thing’ is up with its rolling riff but they have saved the best till last with the brutal ‘Not Coming Back’ which just slays with its rough riff-a-rama. it’s brief, it’s brutal but its good and Slovenly don’t do bad records and to get on a label like this you have to deliver so its a no brainer, buy Sore Points end of.  A long player should be the next target and the sooner the better.  CEO of Slovenly please make this happen thank you kindly RPM

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