Dream Police, Pampers, Running, Laced

Pampers

From Brooklyn, NY on In The Red Records.

"There's a power to the simplicity of punk and garage rock. New York thrash punks Pampers don't need to be reminded of that fact. The latest band to throw their hat into today's lunkhead punk ring, Pampers are a band that doesn't have much use for overdubs, second takes, or studio trickery. But, what they might lack in polish, they more than make up for in raw nerve. The band's self-titled debut, released through the garage punk tastemakers at In The Red Records, is bad for your ears and rots your brain. It's also a lot of intoxicating fun. At 12 tracks and just under 28 minutes, the record kicks, screams, and hollers with vicious energy, the faintest hints of pretense scraped clean off of its palette.

Keeping with that brute scuzz spirit, the record feels less like a collection of songs than one big demolition derby. From the opening seconds of "Eruptions" through to the closing track "Purple Brain", one song crashes head on into the next, propelled by distorted guitars and punishing drums. The lyrics might as well be TBD, but you're welcome to take a wild guess.

Pampers like to play fast and loose with the rules, but there's an incorrigible spirit and method to their madness. " T.H.T.F." tears at the eardrums with stomping clang-and-bang energy, while "Rat Hole" slows the tempo down some without curbing the aural carnage. Other tracks smear the band's punk and hardcore influences on its sleeve, namely "Shot", which sounds like Agent Orange's "Bloodstains" on steroids."

Running

Running is one of America's best psych/punk bands. Running sounds to us like Clockcleaner, if they played twice as fast and half as long. The vocals are reverbed beyond recognition, the drums are pummeling, and the bass and guitar are abrasive feedback-laden. After pumping out a couple of incredible cassette tape only releases, Running went into the studio and recorded some of their material (semi) professionally. Those recordings have now been preserved to wax as Running's debut 12" EP. This eponymous EP comes housed in a jacket with really interestingly created artwork* and contains exactly 13 totally brutal weird punk songs. If these guys were jockier, they'd be a hardcore band. Thankfully, they're too arty for that ish. We'd love to point you in the direction of the band's Myspace page for a preview, but they don't have one. Trust us on this one, or preview "#1 Dad" on the Permanent Records Chicago Myspace page. This record fucking rips! The first pressing is limited to 500 copies!

Laced

Ian Judd: bass, vocals
Dustin Payseur: guitar, vocals
Ryan Naideau: drums

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