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Sarah Records never died! Well, in the traditional sense, the label most certainly did, and its punk-esque final words, “We don’t do encores,” pretty much answers any questions about whether or not the label will return. But the influence of Sarah’s bands lives on and can most certainly be seen in Pants Yell!’s newest release,...

Here’s the third installment in my awkward stumblings into these things called “music” and “being in a band.” The last time we were at the Bunk warehouse space in Cincinnati, there wasn’t anything in it. It was a massive, decaying, blank box of a room. You know, an empty warehouse. Not that this is necessarily...

Hot off the press from Scottish based co-op imprint Lucky Me comes one of the most exciting future Hip-Hop and electronic dance music releases of the year! Mike Slott’s debut album Lucky 9Teen is one of the most anticipated 12″s to come out in 2009, being heralded by forward thinking producers and DJ’s like California’s...

The holiday season is a total boner shrinker. The obligations, expectations and shitty music are almost inescapable. The full-penetration advertising raw-dog’s your senses into spending money here, charging it there; and has somehow convinces us that we’re supposed to give a fuck about “Black Friday”. Fuck the holidays. The only thing that isn’t a boner...

This EP is exhausting, and it’s only about eight minutes long. Meant to fit on a 7” single, twenty songs pummel by with purpose and precision, averaging only twenty-five ticks before they move on to the next one. I suppose it’s a bit of a shtick, except John Walsh just happen to be an ace...

The blood is real, the dick is not. The songs are sordid glam trash any GG devotee would fucking love if he weren’t so distracted by the skinhead drinking piss. The singer eating pussy. The surly bitch kicking him in the back of his head for objectifying the half-naked makeout pit. So, yeah…it’s good. It’s...

(Scruffy-haired wiry English twenty-something stumbles out onto a busy sidewalk. Pulls coat tighter around himself upon seeing falling snow for the first time that day.) “Well did I come out to buy a packet of cigarettes? Oh no wait, I quit years ago.” (Strings start to swell. Kick drum becomes more insistent. Camera begins to...

A stereotypical small town girl has an air of innocence about her. She is candy sweet, unknowingly ignorant, and full of simplistic dreams. It’s hard to escape the reputation that builds in someone’s mind about a townie girl from the country. As an artist you can take this character and market it, CMT country stars...

I can’t stop thinking about “The Wire” when I listen to this album. For fans of the HBO series, that statement should make you pretty horny. For those of you who are clearly living a less-than-fulfilled existence, I won’t go into any parallels as I’m sure this type of shit’s been dissected before – and...

After a run of awesome releases on his own Skull Disco label and several Earth shattering remixes of tracks from the likes of Villalobos and Moderat, Shackleton finally unleashes his first full-length “album” entitled Three EPs. The long awaited debut “album” (which plays like more of a collection of quality hypnotic, bass heavy, sparse techno...

I blame the new century masturbation scene squarely on Sunny Day Real Estate. Fucking Diary. That record meant so goddamn much to me it’s a wonder I ever got laid. “48”. That was a gift straight from Jeremy Enigk to me and my lonely, relevant evenings. Jesus. I think I put that song on every...

I never understood how people unhesitatingly lump Elvis Costello with the first punk movement. Sure he’s got the attitude and maybe even some of the politics, but the music? I mean, the guy only has one album that’s even close to punk (1978’s This Year’s Model), and that one’s hyper-kinetic pop at best. But their...