The Arrivals - Volatile Molotov

This band fucking rules. This album fucking rules. No, really. I am literally kicking my ass for sleeping on their first four (!) records. What the fuck has been wrong with me all these years?

A gentleman from Dillinger Four plays in this band. They are from Chicago and sound sometimes like that one band you have never heard of. No, the other band. But that's too obvious, isn't it? Phew. Fuck you. I knew it. All right, some more coffee, and then let me try to explain...

Any halfway decent rock and roll album needs an opener that kicks in with a bang (check). It needs melodies (check), punches (check), amazingly witty lyrics (check) that could be short stories (check) instead of classic rock blurbs about girls and cars. (Only one man can pull this shit of, and you all know that I am not talking about Mike Ness.) British pop influence (check) is always a plus, awesome vocals (check) can't hurt either.

So it's all there... a great fucking ass kicking rock and roll album with the potential to corrupt the morals of the youth in a fucking positive way, an album that's your best drinking companion, your co-pilot on night drives, awww... fuck it. Just rock and fucking roll, no bullshit. If you buy this record, you're probably going to hell. But you'll go to hell knowing that you made this world a better place and your life less miserable.

www.recessrecords.com

The Spits - The Spits IV

Fuck you. I hate this record.

Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? The temperature has dropped, it gets dark way too soon, it's cold like my beer should be, and I'd usually listen to Darkthrone at this time of the year. Or Winter. Or Bathory. But oh no, the fucking Spits have nothing better to do than release a new record. Fuck you. I want to be miserable, hate the world, and not leave the apartment. I certainly don't want to sit on my couch with a big grin and tap my feet because this album is SO AMAZING. I hate the Spits for recording this, and I hate Recess for putting this out.

That said, it's a textbook example of a punk rock record. Ten songs in less than 16 minutes, dumb as shit and smart at the same time, and it even sounds like shit. If I'd go to a record store and the person behind the counter would tell me that it's some long lost proto punk band from let's say 1979, I'd believe them, buy the record, and tell all my friends about it to make me seem cooler than I actually am. (Of course, I would bust my ass trying to look up their early EPs on the internet, and not find anything, but this is how us music nerds usually spend our evenings.)

While I was typing these three paragraphs, I have listened to this record twice. It's only 16 minutes. And since it sounds even cooler if you pitch it up a notch, it might have been only 12 minutes. Faster is better.

www.thespits.com
www.recessrecords.com