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iamdangerace · 10 months
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R.I.P. John Kezdy
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fastlane-to-nowhere · 7 months
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germ-t-ripper · 19 days
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16MAY24 Not a threat, it’s a promise!
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Tracklist:
Collapse (Post-Amerika)
Long Forgotten Sons
Re-Education (Through Labor)
The Dirt Whispered
Kotov Syndrome
From Heads Unworthy
The Strength to Go On
Audience of One
Entertainment
Hero of War
Savior
Hairline Fracture
Whereabouts Unknown
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happy bandcamp friday!! here's one of my fav punk bandz... DOLLHOUSE!! @ their chicago show. this was a great gig.
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pic creds: @/martincrudo on insta!
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doyoulikethisemoband · 7 months
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theditchlillies · 1 year
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Fall Out Boy // 2005 // by Ken Schles
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“I think a lot of kids have considered themselves personal ambassadors to Fall Out Boy,” Wentz explains, picking at his permanently chipped black nail polish. “The reason our record was No. 9 when it came out was because of all these kids—not because of radio and MTV. None of that had happened yet.” But it did happen—in a big way. 
Fall Out Boy may have earned enough music industry bragging rights to last a lifetime of high school reunions, but somewhere between the adoration and the accolades, the band’s music also managed to speak to—and for—an entire generation that needed a voice. " Leslie Simon // Associated Press // 2020
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dustedmagazine · 11 months
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Lifeguard — Crowd Can Talk/Dressed in Trenches (Matador)
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Dressed in Trenches by Lifeguard
Lifeguard, from Chicago, makes a blistering post-hardcore racket, channeling chaotic, noisy energy into rigorously disciplined forms. This extremely young trio—guitarist Kai Slater, bassist Asher Case and drummer Isaac Lowenstein were all in high school when they started playing together—have a firm grip on rock history, bringing the irregular architectures of Fugazi, the unruly blare of Unwound and the blinding guitar skree of pre-Daydream Sonic Youth together in an arresting way.
Lifeguard records quickly and frequently, laying down singles and EPs typically in a day or so. For a band birthed during the pandemic, it was the only way to keep track of how their sound was evolving. They made a full-length cassette, Dive, in 2020, then three EPs in 2020 and 2021. This recording, their first on Matador, combines their most recent EP, Crowd Can Talk, with the five news songs from Dressed in Trenches. Though the songs span a bit less than a year, you can hear these artists in the process of figuring out their sound.
The (slightly) older material favors the noisier elements of their art, the screech of guitar feedback, the decaying buzz of bass pushed into the red, the thwack, thwack, thwack of unadorned drums, the clangor of two boys shouting cryptic phrases at each other. Yet there’s a form to these onslaughts, an undeniable sense to the way they’re put together. “I Know I Know” is violent but tinged with aching tenderness. “Fifty Seven” chops up phrases into oddly shaped, math-y portions, yet slips some poetry into the way Slater’s voice intersects with bristling aggression. To me, “Typecast,” sounds the most like Fugazi, exploding in off-kilter, unexpected bursts of drum and guitar; the two bands have a fierce complexity in common.
The new songs tilt more anthemic, albeit in a minimalist way. “17-18 Lovesong” runs itself continually into a wall of noise, guitars pulling up as they crash into cement. Its chant of alphabet letters (“C-N-S-A”) has a desolate dystopian vibe, but the instruments rain bright, nearly giddy fire around them. You may have heard that Asher Case’s dad is Brian Case from FACS, and in this one, you can definitely hear the family resemblance. “Tell Me When” pumps up the density of Lifeguard’s sonics, drums rumbling in continuous panic, guitar tones prisming in rainbow arcs of distorted sound, the bass nodding underneath, satisfied with what has been done. Here’s where you can hear the clearest echoes of Sonic Youth, though, Lifeguard has its own intensity and timbre.  
This is an impressive statement from a band that’s still forming itself. Its sound is distinctive and compelling, but still audibly shifting as they go. It’s hard to imagine where they might end up ten or even five years out, but my guess is it’ll be someplace cool and very different from where they are now.
Jennifer Kelly
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gotankgo · 3 months
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halfway through watching a double feature of documentaries on the early punk & hardcore scenes in Boston (All Ages: The Boston Hardcore Film) and Chicago (You Weren't There: A History of Chicago Punk, 1977–1984)
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felopunk · 1 year
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War Effort - Path To Glory EP
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thyofthee · 8 months
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"The La-Z-Boy 500" is possibly the worst name for a song
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iamdangerace · 10 months
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Henry Martinez of Knoxious
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Photo by Meredith M. Goldberg
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germ-t-ripper · 1 year
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17JUN23 Huge thank you to b.dub photo for capturing this candid photo of me cheering on HoodFoot
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bestfuckinmusic · 1 year
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Conservative Military Image - Casual Violence - 2023
Hard-fuckin-core!
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wentzparty2007 · 1 year
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Ok like I know I’m going nowhere fast but to be fair???? Could be worse…. Like I could be taking you there with me so….? Idk why everyone is making it a big deal
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dustedmagazine · 11 months
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Stuck — Freak Frequency (Born Yesterday)
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Freak Frequency by Stuck
Stuck, a post-hardcore four piece from Chicago, bristles with dissatisfaction. Dual guitars slash out hard, unornamented eighth note cadences, while bass lines bark staccato commands. Drums crack like rifle shot, and an angsty frontman, one Greg Obis, stutters and yelps about the contemporary state of things, which is…not very good.
The sound is tight and disciplined and full of agitated doom, not that far off from Protomartyr but spikier and more architectural. A band that got its start during the worst of COVID sees trouble everywhere, and keeps it at bay with relentless, four-four battery. If they just keep going, keep slamming, keep shouting, keep tangling desolate lyrics in pogo-ing ecstasies, it won’t happen again. Will it? “They’ve got good news,” Obis yowls in “The Punisher,” “There’s new life springing from a death cult.”
Stuck came, er, unstuck from Chicago’s feverish punk underground in late 2018 with a Three Song EP, which featured just three of the current line-up (Obis, drummer Tim Green and additional guitarist Donny Walsh). They emerged in their present form about a year later on the People Pleaser EP, adding David Algrim on bass, then started to really get some traction with the full-length Change Is Bad in early 2020 (which was, in retrospect, not the best time to be building up a head of steam). Freak Frequency is the second LP full-length, and holy moly, it’s a banger, a 37-minute continuous anxiety attack that makes you want to dance and break things. Possibly at the same time. Possibly not.
The title track is the best thing about it, all corrosive propulsion and sirening guitars, and, in the best part, Obis hurling the phrase “again and again and again and again” out into the void. It turns out that the “freak frequency” in question is a shepherd’s tone, a pair of sine waves separated by octaves. The tone operates as a sort of auditory moebius band; it seems to ascend along a scale, but somehow gets no higher or lower. (This will make more sense if you hear it.) The idea of continual motion with no actual progress can, of course, resonate in any number of ways, not least with this band’s furious flail against all aspects of being Stuck.
Jennifer Kelly
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