DATE: 07/04/2010 14:24:27 / MOOD: other

"Standard and Poor are the Inland Empire's own little secret... They hail from Riverside and kick out some pretty good pop punk rock.. Their press say that The Germs, Black Flag and The Plugz are their influences but I also hear a bit of the Fat Wreckords sound.. This is their first full length, The band which consists of Mr. DeVille on Vocals, Tony Love on Guitar, Lurch on Bass and holding down the Drums is Trace Element do a pretty good job.. I enjoyed Mau Mau's, Standard and Poor, Born Bad and Taken To Young alot. Check them out on My Space http://www.myspace.com/standardandpoor" --Ginger Coyote, Punk Globe

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DATE: 06/11/2010 19:55:08 / MOOD: other

"As far as I can tell, this band is from the Czech Republic. More bizarrely, they have bagpipes in the band. Fortunately, they don't use the pipes as an excuse to play some bad Celtic infused folk music. Rather, they play an upbeat brand of driving, melodic punk, more akin to RANCID, or the SWINGIN UTTERS, than FLOGGING MOLLY, with nary a nod to 'traditional' music (whatever the hell that means in this- or any other- case). The pipes are used as a lead melody, much as a lead guitar would typically be. And it works! Real good. I'm converted. And now a believer!" --RK, AMP Magazine

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DATE: 06/11/2010 19:53:20 / MOOD: other

"a full length lethal injection from riverside's crusty punx themselves for fuck sake.OH YEAH! pure brilliance in sound and vocals as usual. this whole album reads anti-everything; with a beer attached to it. an album that is a crust punk overdrive and these guys and gal resemble total chaos, atari teenage riot, f-minus, naked aggression and homesick abortions. i reviewed their e.p.in january which has the same songs on it as the full length but then i didn't have as many songs to choose from so some i may have liked then i may not care for as much now. there really isn't much to complain about here with this 16 song hardcore crust punk fun pack except a few songs that didn't tickle my fancy but hey who says you have to like them all right?, break out of this trap and pick this beaut up and other kickass releases on unrepentant records. best songs-"trapped like a rat"(has a naked aggression feel to it), "seize fate by the throat", "piss and vinegar" ,"cheers to beers", "disappear", "fashion disorder" (best guitar on this one off the whole album)" --beth, Punk Rock, Hardcore and Ska Music Resource n Review

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DATE: 05/27/2010 23:31:10 / MOOD: other

"I picked up this album because of the title and its reference to the movie (non-porno) that Sasha Gray did. I was surprised to find out that women were behind such song titles as “Zombie Heart,” “Blood Bath,” and “Scream.” These songs seemed to be a move out of The Mapes’ playbook. It’s refreshing to know that women have a sense of humor dirtier than mine and just about as on par with The Mapes in terms of pushing the limits of decency. Take their tune “Pregnant Again” and its opening lyrics: “Oh no, I think I’m pregnant again. I really don’t want another abortion.” Musically, the best comparison I can make to a band other than The Mapes would be The Runaways. I don’t think the tunes on this album have the mass market, instant classic appeal that tunes like “Cherry Bomb” has, but not many songs do. These women are willing to take their sexuality where even Jett would fear to tread. The funniest song on the CD is “I’m a Slut.” It’s sort of like a Grease musical number, but replace the PG cast singing about an innocent high school fling with the women from The XGirlfriend Experience taking it to an X-rated sex-capade. I must lead a sheltered life because I don’t know women this brash, but, hey, at least I have the CD to prove they exist." --N.L. Dewart, Razorcake

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DATE: 04/04/2010 13:25:32 / MOOD: other

"For a band who started out by "recording shit on the computer" and simply asking female lead vocalist Chantal to "come over and scream", For Fuck Sake, has been going strong ever seen and have made a respectable name for themselves in the crust Punk music scene. Signed onto Unrepentant Records and based in Riverside, For Fuck Sake’s "Trapped Like a Rat" is undeniable proof that they remain in the ranks of bands such as Blatz and Naked Aggression. Their full length album includes tight songs pertaining to Punk topics like the failures of society, religion, and of course, beer. Through these sixteen tracks, the anger, frustration and passion of the band become apparent and infectious, especially through Chantal’s voice. It’s hard to pick the most notable songs on "Trapped Like a Rat", only because of their working class ideals, raw energy and thought-provoking and deep lyrics (namely "Seize Fate by the Throat", "Gods and Prophecies, "Got an Itch", and "Epitaph") employed in almost every song; humor displayed in the others such as "Rum Rum Rum" and "Cheers to Beers", where most of their thrash grind elements come in. For Fuck Sake also addresses the growing issue of corruption and following societal standards through a number of their songs, including "Fashion Disorder", "Disappear", "Two Faced Fuck" and the short but powerful, "Miscarriage of Civilization". However, the band isn’t all just angst; they take time to acknowledge a role model and savior to them in the touching song, "Pamela". If you’ve missed out on their EP "Piss Drunk", released in August 2009, "Trapped Like a Rat" proves to be a high-quality record that will satisfy any crust Punk fan. Full of intensity and fury, For Fuck Sake raises the bar higher for other bands already in and entering the genre and are a must-listen to." --Sarah K., Big Wheel Online Magazine

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DATE: 04/02/2010 00:21:12 / MOOD: drunk

"pipes and pints are back with their bagpipes in hand and new full length album "until we die". yet another impressive collaboration of music, vocals and lyrics. like a stampede of folky satisfaction to your ears with scratchy vocals, punk geetar (and yes i know i spelled it wrong) and drums to boot! these guys totally deserve a listen cause they hit a homerun right out of the ballpark with this one. put this in your cd player and smoke it! best songs- "let's go", "all i know", "when the pipers play", "braveheart", "criticized", "kensington club"..." --beth, Punk Rock, Hardcore And Ska Music Resource n Review

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DATE: 03/31/2010 21:14:57 / MOOD: other

"FOR FUCK SAKE our Webmistress Sharla Cartner loves your name and we here at Punk Globe like your music.. This is the debut full length CD from this five piece Riverside, CA band. They do Unrepentant Records proud.. Cheers to Beers, Two Faced Fuck, Fashion Disorder and Crap Of The World are standout tracks... Hardcore punk with a metal overtones makes this band rawk. This is lead singer Chantal's first band while the others have been making a name for themselves for quite a few years playing with an array of bands... " --Ginger Coyote, Punk Globe

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DATE: 03/22/2010 20:56:52 / MOOD: other

"For Fuck Sake are crust punk superheroes. Tight (but not too tight) songs; big anthems dedicated to the failures of civilization and the glory of beer. I can get behind that. Their screaming female lead vocals, amazingly, work well (I say amazingly because I usually have a big problem with the screeching and screaming). When she sings, I can feel it in my own throat. I can’t imagine what she feels like at the end of a show. The combination of her lead vocals and the booming choruses works really well. Though I’ve never been a part of the spiked leather and bullet belt scene, I really got into this and would like to hear more." --Ty Stranglehold, Razorcake

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DATE: 03/21/2010 20:01:52 / MOOD: other

"A couple of lyrical tricks, many tuneful licks. That is how I see this marvellous CD only hindered somewhat by the over-sexualised verbal content. In argument against my own criticism though the band have their chosen style and thrust and grind with juiced up passion full of engorged rhythm and swollen spirit. These Horny Bitches don't just whimper and squeeze out a sample of sonic semen liable to fall onto barren punk rock ground thus failing to develop further. No, these 3 hectic whores spray the acoustic walls far and wide and really tear up the orthodox panties with savage fingers destined to inflame many a gig. It is a hungry screamfest that retains 'girlishness' albeit of the most sluttish kind. All isn't has it appears down in the crotch of this band so be warned - a shock or two is always in store for those who don't take the right aural protection ha, ha.

Telephone titillations come under the gaslight (Fanny by etc.) as '1-800 Tie Me Up' opens with a vulgar exchange of filth before a submissive maiden groans and moans in sexual satisfaction cum helplessness. This is all well and good but the following explosion hits all the sonic g-spots with gratifying artistry and if at this point you doubt the credibility of this outfit you are more than liable to be blown apart by this gushing punk rock shagfest. The power is admirable, the tightness of the application absorbing and the slick interchange between chords more than a little effective. The gob at the front provides oral duties with tonsil torturing efficiency and the song is, in all truth, a mighty fuckin' opener. Always the pessimist I expect this initial raping to be a one off but these worked up wonders are band at it again with the shit-stained swipe known as 'Scat Lovers'. The subject matter is excrementally appalling but looking over the tasteless lyrical turds the noise is ecstatic. The build up is slight before the cacophonous crapulence is spilled forth via a nutritious noise that stinks of nothing more than spirit and passion. You can't help but take to this and if punk is all about stretching boundaries and keeping ladies at the fore you should have no complaints here. Magnum opus!

I am being blown away at this point and am wondering how best to encapsulate this CD in one final sentence. No time to ponder though as 'Chicks With Dicks' prods its way into the accepting orifice (easy you dirty swines) and really gets one worked up with its spunked zest and fervent pumping drive. In unison these boisterous bitches pull it off with aplomb and another example of such a unified dominant delivery is sampled here. 3 massive songs with a simply sensational epic thrown forth next via the sobering un-sexed statement 'Your Ass Is A Storage Room'. This is an orgasm of pain, passion and no holds barred release with the femme-throats torn out and bared in pure naked aggression. The bottom bank is opened up and from it pour forth triumphant turds of tuneage and stinking coils of cacophonic crap all of which we should sit beneath and get well and truly soiled. A genuinely massive moment that is plastered and stained with a punk rage rarely tasted at this level. From this enthusiastic focus comes the most melodic song from the HB trio entitled 'Choke Me'. The overall mode may be tinkling and light but the lyrics are dark, deviant and deranged as a tale of needful abuse is had with beatings, rape and suffocation the order of the day. The fact that the true meaning of the song is disguised behind a rocking countenance of innocence generates further interest and shows that this group are more than a little adept at the chosen art of playing it cute now and again.

A foul belch from the pit of the gut and 'DP Story' double bangs home with fervent focus. The fast, blast turbo humps away with a grimacing grind and only a brief breather is given before the final spurt builds and explodes with desires drained. An on the level track for these lustful birds but 'Suck And Swallow' flies higher with scragged and shagged wings, pecking away as one falls into submission. It’s another quick shafting with the chorus rammed deeper with hard statemented thrusts. Once again the levels of intensity are impressive and if girls wanna play punk and shine this is the way to do it. Saying this though can be considered as a Fungal faux pas as 'Gag On This Porky Pig' swings in with a truly magnificent rockin' seduction of raping riffs that one can't help but give in to. The pace increases between these sensual moments and the blend is exact and double enhancing. The swine-tasting is over too soon for me and no sooner is the initial sonic sty opened then we are thrown aside to the squeals of a happily abused hog.

Deliberate and girly gritty 'Lick My Big Toe' is brats out of control. A real manic US sounding squirt that remains confused, used and I am sure abused. The HB ménage de trois look to flounder here yet keep their knickers hoisted up with grim determination and screeching sincerity. Perhaps my least favourite so far but still a song with strong spirit and uprising fervour. 'MILF' screws along with aging maturity. These sonic titties certainly don't sag and the band are obviously heated up big time and there seems no let up from the raucous assault. What is carrying this CD is a production that brings out the best of each component and yet still has enough nouse to make sure they remain as one entity. The 'Nympho Can't Say No' and I am sure neither can the listener at this point. A 'live' set must certainly take its toll and I am hoping the bruising noise created here can be replicated in the flesh. From the first harmful blasts to the rush piston-like ramrod incessancy through to the last explosions of grated gullet this is of such magnitude one wonders where the band can go from here. The sexual lyrics have limitations and the incredible outburst upheld here can only be maintained for so long without losing impact. Be careful dudes/dudettes there are many ears to fuck!

The sinister graveyard world of corpse passion is undertaken (literally) next as 'Necromaniac' proves that this crew will leave no deviant stone unturned. The bass crawls in, an owls drone and a scuttling beetle guitar settle in before the earth is removed and the flesh and bones of the song is exposed. Orthodox stuff and consistent with all that has gone before. Of course it is an upheaval of melodica that shakes the skeleton into cock and ball activity and as a stand alone snippet will cremate the aural passages of any one within ejaculating distance. Solid as a rock we close with the orgasmic cries and proud and loud simplicity of 'Lesbians Are Lesbians'. A naughty peephole number that will raise more than just the hairs on yer head. Right up until the last draining shudder that snakes up from the groin into a white heat explosion in the head these 3 rowdy rockers pull it off big time and this is one multiple pleasure the purchaser is surely not going to forget.

Overall this is a crude, lewd offering that bares all and in true punk fashion shakes and shocks. The album is a classical cut and taken on its own merits showcases what a great band can do given the right time and the right place when like all good bedroom incidents, everything comes together. I'd like to see The Horny Bitches progress from this though and throw away the pony and get a few more animals to perform tricks (if necessary with dicks) upon. The verdict is of success and if your rocks need getting off this is a bloody good place to start. One of the finest albums of the year it is destined to be and hopefully more of the same will seep our way from these randy upstarts!" --Fungal Punk

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DATE: 02/04/2010 11:17:07 / MOOD: other

"One might think a young psychobilly trio whose chosen themes include loosed defectives, machetes, recreational graveyards, and netherworld railroads would dress the foul part: neon mohawks, spiky leathers, grotesque kabuki face paint. That SIS doesn't cultivate such might seem incongruous, until one reflects that only in drive-in shriekers do villains opt for becoming drag; in real life, atrocity perpetrators resemble nondescript passers by. Then it's too late. Recommended "Escape of the Maniac", "Cemetery Shuffle"." --DC, Rockabilly Magazine

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DATE: 02/03/2010 12:59:40 / MOOD: other

"Pipes and Pints fucking rawk! They are from The Czech Republic. Formed in 2006 by Vojta Kalina who had always wanted to have a band combining punk rock with dirty folk music like Shane MacGowan and The Pogues... I would like to interview these guys as we have not done much with any bands from Eastern Europe. All the tracks are great on this CD but I do like Kensington Club the best.. And of course When The Pipers Play.." --Ginger Coyote, Punk Globe

Punk Globe Interview with Vojta from Pipes And Pints at http://www.punkglobe.com/pipesandpintsinterview0210.html

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DATE: 01/30/2010 22:58:39 / MOOD: happy

"I have been listening to “Until We Die”, the first full-length release from the Czech quintet, Pipes and Pints all week. Since I first got it, in fact, and nothing else. You see, instead of just hearing a CD before reviewing it, I like to be REALLY familiar with it. Yeah, I say that, but the fact of the matter is, I just can’t enough of this CD! There isn’t a dog on it! Every track is a full-tilt barn-burner that had me singing along, drumming on the dash, and really wishing I could catch a live show from these guys. This was all the more welcomed considering when I first got it, I thought I would hear, well, something less. “A standard rock outfit,” I thought, “with a token trad. instrument. Been there.” Well, yeah, it is a standard rock outfit, (drums, bass, guitar, and vocals,) and a single trad. instrument, (bagpipes,) but there is a whole lot more going on here. Something harder to put a finger on. “Until We Die” contains thirteen honest, and cliché-free tracks. There are no punked-up versions of old traditional Celtic tunes, (No “Scotland the Brave,” or “Danny Boy,”) or slow, mournful piping. In fact, aside from the band’s name, the bagpipes share no more of the spotlight than do the lead vocals, or the guitar, (the latter of which stretches out on occasion and runs some honest-to-goodness guitar solos, an increasingly uncommon thing in this genre!) The pipes, themselves, seem to serve as a standard punk rock instrument on “Until We Die,” possessing only an incidental Celtability, and seem to be a completely natural element here. This has a great deal to do with the songs, of course. All of the tracks have a very natural, and organic feel to them, written simply for the instruments at hand and without any forced identity. Pipes and Pints may well be deeply entrenched in the ‘Gangs All Here/Do Or Die’-era Dropkick Murphys-end of the Celtic Punk genre, but this is not just another copycat band. There is something very real about them and it is in full-dress here on “Until We Die.” And, having totally immersed myself in this CD for a week now, I feel quite justified in highly recommending Pipes and Pints’“Until We Die".” --Christopher, Shite'n'Onions

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