|Pic stolen from Bandcamp
This runs alphabetical by band name because it's easy to sort in an Excel spreadsheet, and also because rankings are bullshit. If you really want to know what I think was the absolute best, I'd say it's a tie between Haram, Limp Wrist, and Barcelona, with Daudyflin, Anxiety, and Una Bestia Incontrolable tied for second.
As far as labels go, La Vida Es Un Mus Discos Punk ran away with it yet again, but Static Shock, and Toxic State are worthy contenders. I guess Beach Impediment is worth a mention too.
Seven to 10 songs on a 12" that plays at 45 RPM is still the best format. I never need to see another 7" that costs over five dollars ever again. Just put that shit on a tape already. Props to those that put out nice looking product even though it's not necessary.
This is still work in progress, as I'll come back and add more words from time to time, so check back if words are a thing you care about. If I missed something, hit me up. I welcome the discourse. You can leave a comment if you want, but comments are like, so 2006. Take it to Twitter homie.
-Nathan G. O'Brien
Raw hardcore indebted to the '80s Spanish and Italian style. B-side contains a darkened electronic remix of all the tracks on the A-side.
Dystopian, abstract, industrialized anarcho hardcore.
First official reissue of classic long out-of-print (sans bootlegs) material. Killer punk shit that bounces from psychadelic to straight forward and back again.
SXE hardcore. You probably think you know what this sounds like but you'd only be partially correct. Actually, no, you're probably right.
I wonder if any of these guys have ever been in a knife fight? I mean, I haven't but I'm not in a band called Concealed Blade.
Thankfully I never got into meth. I did it a few times just to like, have the experience or whatever, but it was pretty dumb and I'll definitely never do it again.
My kid was tearing around the house the other day and his nose was running so bad that it was pouring into his mouth. All of a sudden he coughed really hard and puked up a bunch of snot. It was super gross.
"Noise not music" is funny thing that people say because they think it makes them seem cool.
Perth Amboy, NJ
There's never been a better album cover nor will there ever be again.
Los Angeles, CA
Once upon a time there was a thing called the 1990s. It was pretty cool.
I had one of those “naked egg tacos” from Taco Bell, where they employ innovative techniques like using a fried egg as taco shell. Just kidding, that’s a total lie. I haven’t had anything from Taco Bell since what is commonly referred to by those in attendance as “The Black Tar Incident” back in ‘04.
New York, NY
New York, NY
When my kid was a baby I never would have said what I'm about to say. In fact, I'd pray for the exact opposite, yet here I am saying it now: Please don't stop screaming. Please don't ever stop screaming.
Drop the needle on this one and let the blaze burn through your cranium like a Dinobots clear cutter parting a forest of sequoias for Kang the Conqueror to come eat your babies.
New York, NY
Spelling things wrong is fun. Using a K for a C, clever. I mean, I use a Z for an S, so who am I to complain?
New York, NY
Legendary short-lived band. Collects 27 songs from their Defiance EP, demo tape, compilation tracks, splits, WFMU and WNYU recordings, and live tracks.
Don't be surprised if every band next year sounds like side B of this record.
Not much new here in terms of growth, but they’ve gotten a little creative. I mean, inasmuch as adding organ to a song can be considered creative. I normally would turn my nose up at this sort of thing, but it’s not as disruptive to the overall sound as it often is when bands think they’re being cool.
Fuzzed-out vibes that work well alongside the morning cup of coffee, the sunny bike ride to work, the happy hour beers, the party in the park, and the bike ride back home down darkened streets. Or ya'know, whatever you do with your day.
Do you know how much a plane ticket to Atlanta from Minneapolis is in March? Too much. That's how much.
Take it from me, it's weird being a narcissist that also hates himself. Being a Pissed Jeans fan has both helped and made it worse. Thanks for everything/nothing, assholes.
Priests somehow manage to offer an escape from this messed-up world by making the listener revel in it. That's called punk, I think.
Vancouver / Mexico City
Punk walked through miles of broken glass and vomit to get to post-punk.
At some point demo tapes just became the way a hardcore record should sound. I'm not sure but I might be the one that made this rule up. Rules usually suck, but in this case it's hard to argue the opposite.
Saw them at What We Like Fest and it was like... I don't know, an experience.
If you had told me this was some recently excavated ‘80s gem getting the reissue treatment I’d have no reason not to believe you. It's not though.
“Paris-Est” is a standout track. It starts off with a killer marching-style drum beat, which leads way to a spiking onslaught of hoarse precision. And the sprinkle on top is the cool echo effect on the vocals at the end of the chorus. Whether Rixe have some tricks up the sleeves of their pressed Ben Shermans, remains to be seen. But there’s a strong hint they do.
The aura of leather jacket-clad arrogance that I’ve always appreciated is still intact, but they’ve evolved a bit.Musicality-wise, it’s still that buzzing, noisy crux that we go gaga for but with a little wiggle room for each player to flex their chops.
Angular post punk led by skeletal guitars and a locked in rhythm section.
Intimidating and foul, ridden with feedback, lurching and slamming, screeching and boiling over.
Reissue from 1983. Tuff, dark, and tossed with a touch of Oi! and post-punk.