“These are gluttonous fuck-hungry scum covered tracks that live muscle-bound, wire-tight and lean…”
“This is energy honed, owned and punked. This is New York junk trashed for the masses. It belongs in a sweatbox on hot summer eve in a downtown back avenue slam…”
“The C33s bury home truths and gristle in rattlesnake sun-blasted fuzz. ‘Benzodiac’ churns with a groove and kick from the moment it chimes through your tweeters…”
“‘Hey Hey’ is hard driven blast of a track that leaks filth out of all of its pours. It’s greasy, psychotic-reaction rock n’ roll that belongs in all eras and ears..”
We’re in the church of repetition where the spray paint on the alter says ‘one good riff is good enough so don’t waste it’.
“If 60’s dirt freakouts and 70’s dum-punk mixed with pure noise might give you a kick, then come in and I think we might click…”
“Discordant pop and proto-punk pleasures, new romantic inflections with post-punk’s detachment, Tired Cossack makes music that’s as charmingly jarring as it neatly steeped in nostalgia…”
The best of submissions, reviewed tracks, the almost-reviewed… and a fistfull of this month’s best music!
“From the opening bars of DIY Fisher-Price lofi post-punk disco, my earballs are alive and alert…”
“Where 2019’s ‘Maladyne Cave’ leant towards progressive folk freakouts and whimsical indie, with bursts of cartoonish aggression, a year later their sound has been hardened…”