We try to keep up on album reviews here, but obviously suck at that. Regardless, we still listen to everything despite rarely getting around to writing about it or managing to get the writers to actually turn stuff in. We’re a fucking punk zine, what did you expect?
The end of the year means promises of better things, but also a look back at wasn’t completely awful in the last spin around the sun. It also means all the year-end lists from your favorite opinionated assholes.
In this installment, we hear about the top 5 record picks from Monty O’Blivion — head honcho of Manual Sex Drive and former member of local favorites The Limit Club and The Video Nasties. He’s pretty much one of the most opinionated people you’ll ever meet and possibly the best fucking guitar player to come from The Valley in recent history (even if he’ll never admit it.) You can check out all you need to know about MSD and even hear some of their tunes here.-The Ed
Missiles of October
Pogo Records/ Ebus Music/ Trummer Records/ Forbidden Place Records/ What’s For Breakfast Records/ Skate Pizza Records (2016)
While this one isn’t exactly new, it was sent to us out of the blue from a Belgian band of old punks, Missiles of October, and was definitely a nice surprise. You like surprises, right?
Fall is the season for many things — back to school, that holiday you all seem to be big fans of, getting back to work, season changes (in places outside of the Southwest), and of course, new albums from old and new bands alike. Obviously, this is by no means a comprehensive list, but here are some new releases coming soon that we’ve had our eye on.
Bleach Party, USA
Mystic Records (2017)
Serious times call for serious measures. In a time where everybody is so goddamned serious about and offended by everything, Bleach Party, USA comes rolling off the bus from Tucson to piss in your neighbors plants with their old school sensibility and traditional punk-chuckle-fuck sense of humor ready to have a good time. For what punker amongst us hasn’t a legendary prank of questionable taste in their arsenal?