Unrepentant early ’80s-era Replacements, good and liquored up with the modern, hard-working, heartfelt, damn near poetic, currently basement-bound scene.
There’s a smartass melodic bend and catchy phrasing that barely runs ahead of steamroller bass lines. Fans of The Adicts or The Briefs will be sold right away.
After ten years of fuckin’ up the place, F.Y.P. call it quits. Toys that Kill, is the next band’s name. 17 songs in under 30 minutes. Produced by Blag.
Fourteen songs, short and not-so-sweet, a few produced by Mass Giorgini. The second studio release by these Cleveland punks, out of print for some time.
Like a punk Atari Teenage Riot at times, or what Red Aunts, Bratmobile, and all that noisy grrl punk stuff might’ve been if I hadn’t hated most of it so much.