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CHOP-006 Beatniks "S/T"Buy Here: https://neck-chop-records.myshopify.com/products/beatniks-s-t-8Listen Here: https://neckchoprecords.bandcamp.com/album/beatniks-7There’s two things you could infer from a band who calls themselves the “Beatniks”: that they either do a shitload of drugs, or just get high off of their own simplistic, contrastingly-impactful proto-punk sounds – even as a mere listener, exposing yourself to this marled sprawl of regurgitated rock and roll riffage can quickly prove to be intoxicating, if not lethal. With metallic whirls, squeals, and screeches complimenting the generally downbeat garage anthems, the temper the Beatniks’ exhibit in this four-track record is shorter than the end of the stick they were given at birth; their musicality is palpably snide and ridden with angst, contributing to the shades of contempt and catharsis their rudimentary sounds will surely fill you with. “KBD” is a descriptor that often gets thrown around when translating a band’s sounds into words, implying that they seem as if they were appropriated from another era: Oakland’s Beatniks – featuring members of esteemed acts such as The World, Andy Human & the Reptoids, Life Stinks, and Violent Change – may as well be the epitome of that.
CHOP-010 Schizos "Fuck Iggy Pop" 7"Buy Here: https://neck-chop-records.myshopify.com/products/schizos-fuck-iggy-pop-7Listen Here: https://neckchoprecords.bandcamp.com/album/fuck-iggy-pop“Fuck Iggy Pop”: a crass, bluntly-put sentiment that couldn’t encapsulate Birmingham’s Schizos any better – which, coincidentally enough, is another phrase that could easily be used to represent the Schizos: crass and bluntly-put. Being composed of nothing more than a vocalist – sounding as if he’s on the brink of mutually-assured destruction with everyone on the planet –, a drummer – making herself known through monotonous, drilling drum beats –, and a synth player – choosing to take a page out of the drummer’s book by keeping his aural eminence to a minimum, with sharp, quivering tones being his only contribution –, it’s an absolute wonder how this record manages to make up for the vast pockets of negative space occupying its airwaves and remain engaging in spite of the sheer absurdity of their music. Devilish, deranged, and often times demented, the Schizo’s debut record is an oddly-captivating bout of synthpunk that probably doesn’t deserve to be nearly as good as it is – then again, people were probably saying the same sort of shit about Iggy Pop, right?
CHOP-011 Macho Boys "S/T" LPBuy Here: https://neck-chop-records.myshopify.com/products/macho-boys-s-t-lpListen Here: https://neckchoprecords.bandcamp.com/album/macho-boys-lpPortland’s Macho Boys are many things: A punk band. Feminists. Partial wrestling enthusiasts, etcetera etcetera. But as far as most listeners are concerned, Macho Boys should be commended for being one thing in particular: 80’s hardcore revivalists. As the group’s name would imply, Macho Boys’ debut LP is a non-stop spasm of light, pummeling rhythms in the vein of highly-revered hardcore classics, specifically the likes of Minor Threat, and boasts a sharp, angular sound accordingly. In a Coors-fueled love letter – à la the great Texas Rattlesnake –, Macho Boys storm through their 16-minute runtime with jagged discharges of puerile hardcore beatitude, not only managing to recapture the youthful energy of the treasured hardcore acts of yesteryear, but also make the sound their own through inflammatory, equally-playful tonality needed to better suit the social commentary at hand… as well as an honorary hymn dedicated to the one and only Stone Cold Steve Austin, of course. Needless to say, this record is an absolute blast; and people say you can’t catch lightning in a bottle.
CHOP-013 C.H.E.W. "Demo" 7"Buy Here: https://neck-chop-records.myshopify.com/products/c-h-e-w-aka-chew-demo-7Listen Here: https://neckchoprecords.bandcamp.com/album/demoFrankly-speaking, it was really only a matter of time before this band’s demo was given the wax treatment. C.H.E.W. (formally known as Chew, and before you ask, no, the acronym doesn’t stand for anything) has quickly proven themselves to be one of Chicago’s crowning hardcore acts, even when this seven-track demo – originally released in March of 2016 – is the sole exposition of this group’s distinctive, menacing grooves; and that’s just tragic. In a subgenre so easily inundated with rehashed, recycled, ultimately repetitious riffs and breakdowns, bands like C.H.E.W. help breathe new life into a subcategory otherwise left to be scoffed at, be it through genuinely brilliant, genre-bending songwriting, or compacting every ounce of the members’ passion into a discordant, unconventional hardcore performance that’s nothing short of stunning, banshee-like vocals, searing riffs, abusive drumbeats and all. C.H.E.W. truly is a band you have to listen to believe, a near hallmark of today’s take on the genre – one of those seems to pop up every other week, but the praise doesn’t seem any more warranted than it does for these freaks.
CHOP-016 Race Car "Build Your Own Go Kart" 7"Buy Here: https://neck-chop-records.myshopify.com/products/race-car-build-your-own-go-kart-7Listen Here: https://neckchoprecords.bandcamp.com/album/build-your-own-go-kartThe guttural snarls of a vicious, rabid vocalist clawing at your throat. The crisp, punchy cadence only a live drum set could conjure. The penetrating, sharp-tongued lyricism spearheading songs covering topics most are too afraid to speak up on. With California’s Race Car, you get absolutely, positively, UNDOUBTEDLY, fucking none of that – not unless you consider songs about go-karts and in-school suspension to be “touchy”. No, you instead get four steaming, shitspeckled hot ones from a wannabe cowboy – Raymond A.K.A. “Shrink Ray” – armed with nothing more than a drum machine, twang-loaded guitars, various mechanical noise-makers, and more importantly, an intense hankering for SPEED. No, not the amphetamine, I’m talkin’ SPEED: Race Car’s customary unit of measurement for HOW HARD HIS MINI-GAS-GUZZLERS TEAR UP SUBURBAN STREETS. Believe me, the quirky, garage-y nature of these pastoral earworms won’t detract from how much these songs’ll rip up the highway to your earholes, “hombre” – these records might as well be soaked in gasoline. Unlike Raymond’s later project, S.B.F., you’re not gonna want to expose this four-track EP to an open flame. Grippin’, rippin’, and straight-up scorchin’.
Bundle deal available while they last here: https://neck-chop-records.myshopify.com/products/neck-chop-round-3-bundle-1x-lp-4x-7s-limitedAll titles will also be available at all your favorite shops/distros too:
- Alien Snatch (Germany)
- Bachelor
- Digital Regress
- Don't Buy Records (Australia)
- Drunken Sailor (UK)
- Feel It
- Goner
- Grave Mistake
- Iron Lung
- Nat Records (Japan)
- Radiation / Pukenvomit
- Revolver/Midheaven
- Sit & Spin Records
- Sorry State
- Total Punk
Next round:
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Sick Thoughts LP
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Mark Cone LP
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Snails 7"
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Process of Elimination 7"
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SCIENCE PROJECT 7"
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