Showing posts with label Drug Party Records. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Drug Party Records. Show all posts


Big Suze Lets Out Big Suze


Big Suze is a band introduced to me by our lovely editor, Mac, who is always throwing local punks acts at me—and without fail, I fall in love with all of them. Maybe the other reason I consistently fall for these bands Mac bequeaths unto me is that most of them are Drug Party productions. Any album that Drug Party puts out is either quintessential punk rock or funky cheese: interesting, but delicious. Big Suze is no exception, ranking in the quintessential realm.

Though the overall sound is classic, Suze adds a twist of freshness with jumbled sub-genres of the sludge and thrash kind. From their just released self-titled album, “My Bed” takes my cake with the winding riff slowly becoming slurred by the warbling guitar solo closing the track. Big vibes oozing from Big Suze.






Pang! Right in the Kisser!


The dirty, raunchy ass Buffalo band, Pang, really knows how to deepthroat your senses. Listening to their new wreckless, frantic, disastrous EP, Safety Place (Drug Party Records, kind of makes me want to pull my hair out as a last resort means of therapy. Like if I was crashing in a car, this is the music I would like to die listening to. 

Shit starts out real happy ("I want you to have the best day") with "Hot Chocolate," then hell breaks loose. A banging drum kit and geetar is matched with hysterical vocals screaming something about whipped cream...I don't know. This is a ridiculous premise of a release, but it still feels good.

Before you go playing this for a mixed audience, don't. I feel this music is best listened in solitude, whilst headbanging in the shower; a perfect morning alarm or "go get 'em" mood conjurer. Maybe the only feasible application for an audience would be a battle cadence where Mel Gibson is painted up on a horse fucking up some Brit's day with a 20 pound sword. That being said, clear the room of innocent earballs and strike up Pang.