God And Texas – Criminal Element
Chicago, IL 🇺🇸
Fake Hyppi – Discography
(late 90’s) (post-hardcore)
Toulouse, France 🇫🇷
The Howards – Switchblade Rock N Roll
Springfield, MA 🇺🇸
Jeremiah’s Grotto – Through It All
Unherd – Self Titled
Columbia, SC 🇺🇸
Paper Lantern – Intro
Los Angeles, CA 🇺🇸
Build Nest Sleep – Diskografi
(mid 2000’s) (emo-noise)
Oslo, Norway 🇳🇴
Biscayne – You’d Build A Robot
Downtime – Lose Yourself
Sydney, AUS 🇦🇺
Gregor – Untitled
Detroit, MI 🇺🇸
Tropiezo/KLH – Split
Puerto Rico & Mexico 🇵🇷🇲🇽
LAPM – Buscando Problemas
Bogota, Colombia 🇨🇴
Die Atlantikschwimmer – Kassetto Fix
Bavaria, Germany 🇩🇪
The Fragments/Modern Machines – Split
Green Bay, WI 🇺🇸
Scarper – Not As Punk As You
Hull, UK 🇬🇧
Some Still Believe – Self Titled
San Francisco, CA 🇺🇸
Fair Warning – All Of The Songs
(late 90’s) (pop-punk)
Roslyn, NY 🇺🇸
Down Division – Fall
Philadelphia, PA 🇺🇸
The Goodbye Kiss – Self Titled
Tucson, AZ 🇺🇸
Complete Control – Reaction
Austin, TX 🇺🇸
Odd Man Out – Self Titled
Alexandria, MN 🇺🇸
Toxic Avengers – Full Moon..
New Zealand 🇳🇿
Stay Gold – Self Titled
Seattle, WA 🇺🇸
Down Division – Grinning
Philadelphia, PA 🇺🇸
Shortfuse – Jacked Up & Muddy
Boise, ID 🇺🇸
Life Is A Fight – Self Titled
Athens, GA 🇺🇸
Brain Damage – Do It Yourself
Campana, Argentina 🇦🇷
Fire Is Fatal – Self Titled
Virginia Beach, VA 🇺🇸
Panic Button – Nothing To Fear
Oakland, CA 🇺🇸
Bush Tetras – Boom In The Night
(early 80’s) (no-wave)
New York, NY 🇺🇸
The Unbelievers – One Soil
London, UK 🇬🇧
Chumpslap – Fleet Week
Bay Area, CA 🇺🇸
Constatine Sankathi – Discography
Kalamazoo, MI 🇺🇸
Only Ten Between Us – Youth Posi Snack Attach
Davenport, IA 🇺🇸
Recordiau Anhrefn – Dim Heddwch/Priodas Hapus
Wales, UK 🏴
After Words – Self Titled
Atlanta, GA 🇺🇸
Cabeza de Juárez – Furry Transpilled
Petrov – Flower Bed
Charlotte, NC 🇺🇸
LK Ultra! – You’re Not Gonna Like This
Lawrence, KS 🇺🇸
Jungle Boys – Barred
Manchester, UK 🇬🇧
Культодиночества – Истлеть
Loft & Lillow – Love Songs For Lucy
Los Angeles, CA 🇺🇸
ZiDima – Del Nostro..
Catania, Italy 🇮🇹
Dumb Luck – Made To Rust
Corvallis, OR 🇺🇸
Ночная Игротека – Nochnaya..
Crescent Ridge – Self Titled
Stoughton, MA 🇺🇸
I was in the 9th grade when the internet became a household luxury. Not in my house apparently. They had a couple computers in the library at school that were Online though. Usually they were occupied by someone bigger than you wearing a Fubu shirt. They were those nice computers with the CD-ROM thingy. You could entertain yourself for 15 minutes just making the little CD tray go in and out.
There used to be Internet lessons in the library, but only like 10 students at a time because our school was budget and there were only 5 computers (2 people per). The man teaching the lessons doubled as the librarian and he was old enough to have a patchy grey beard. In hindsight this leads me to wonder, how on earth did Mr Whathisface’s old ass know so much about the many wonders of Netscape Navigator? His first lesson was How to Use The Yahoo Search Engine.
There wasn’t much on the internet those days, but most of the websites were rad ass colours like purple with yellow text. Extra chunky pixels too – just how I like ‘em. Seriously. it’s my dream to someday make The Doesn’t Suck feel like a trip back in time to the internet of the late 90’s.
The first thing I searched was “The Screeching Weasel Story“, which I’m sure you can still find online or in the liner notes of Kill The Musicians. It was actually the first time the concept of writing seemed cool to me, and the first time the internet had something to offer. I still had mixed feelings though, because Enema Fanzine had an editorial about how unpunk it was to use a computer.
Today every punk and their mom is online, and 20-something years after logging on to Netscape that day, I think it’s fair to say, the internet is well on it’s way to destroying us completely. We’ve created this disgusting monster and only The Doesn’t Suck can save us! Well no.. that’s not true. We’re all fucked. Nothing can save us, but if you want to listen to some cool tunes.. umm you can listen to these ones or whatever.
Laverne – Lack Of Vocation
Vancouver, BC 🇨🇦
Mixed Signals – So Far Gone
Chattanooga, TN 🇺🇸
Last Quokka – Unconscious Drivers
Perth, Australia 🇦🇺
SBDC – The Feeling Of Winning
(riot grrrl) (pop-punk)
Vancouver, BC 🇨🇦
Metayouth – Ronald
Gadsden, AL 🇺🇸
Cunj – Smooth Grind
Palatine, Illinois 🇺🇸
Open House – Gator
Woodsfield, Ohio 🇺🇸
Mutombo – Dreadfully Yours
Jakarta, Indonesia 🇮🇩
Moonkisser – Summers Fleeting Ma..
Portland, Oregon 🇺🇸
MikeTeeeVeee – Magic Words
Marquette, MI 🇺🇸
Hello, and thank you for coming. Why don’t you shake that load off and stay a while? Have a look around. There’s lots to discover! This includes but is most certainly not limited to this months top ten albums that do not suck. Come onnnn, let me take your coat.. No? Ok no problem. Keep it on. Whatever. Hey where are you going? Don’t leave. Trust me, there’s nothing out there for you. The world is absolute shit. Why not kick back and forget about it for a wile. Listen to these bands. Just do it! Hey! Don’t you trust me? Hey feck yew!
A scuffle ensues..
Ok great. I’m glad we worked that out. Please don’t struggle, you’ll only give yourself rope-burn. Ok! So! Where was I?.. ah yes..
This list contains a new release from one of my favourite local bands, Laverne. It’s been a highly anticipated album for me and it did not disappoint. Hopefully it doesn’t disappoint you either. If it does, that’s ok; It just means you have a bad attitude and you’re not very good at listening to music. Good thing you’re currently in the worlds greatest music-listening training facility. Get your ass in the SCRAP HEAP and give me 50 soldier!
Somebody seriously needs to take the internet away from me.
PS: I think that Mixed Signals album may feature some of the same members as a very obscure and mysterious band you may recall I was obsessed with a few years ago (and still am) called Briscoe. If anyone can confirm this and offer any more information, please get in touch.
When I was twelve years old I started skateboarding. My fifteen year old sister started dating skater guys and I wanted to be just like them. I quickly absorbed myself in skate culture. I watched videos, had my mom buy me the baggy clothes and gear and most importantly I started listening to skate music. The music found in skate videos of the time, to be precise. This music has had a long term effect on my tastes and a lot of these bands have remained in my constant rotation of music I enjoy. Bands I would otherwise have never been exposed to if it weren’t for skate videos of the 90’s. New Deal introduced me to The Odd Numbers, a San Jose mod/pop/punk band who always sounded like a retro band ahead of their time.
The 90’s also introduced me to some great hip hop. I would watch Yo! MTV Raps on the weekends, so I had an appreciation for some of the bigger acts, like Public Enemy and NWA, but the skate company Planet Earth used a few songs by SWAT. Ever heard them? Probably not. The World Industries faction released so many videos with a random array of genres and styles of music.
Feasters – Birdhouse Projects (1992) – This kicked off my love affair with Pixies. I still listen to those first 5 albums all the time. One of my favorite bands – then they became too big for themselves in the head of Frank Blank. What a shame.
Falling Down – 101 (1993) – Gang Starr. Skateboarding and Yo! MTV Raps introduced me hip hop. I was never a fan of gangster rap, so Gang Starr is as tough as I get. Premiere’s jazzy loops and effects under Guru’s voice make Gang Starr stand head and shoulders above the rest.
From 1990 – 1998 I was all about skateboarding. I wanted to get sponsored, but living in the suburbs of Chicago (and not Los Angeles) made that a difficult task. Being not that good didn’t help either, but I tried. I met a lot of friends through skateboarding. We would take trips to different spots/parks/states just to skate, fall, get up and try again. It was a constant.
I’m an old man now and I officially live in Los Angeles. I’ve given up the dream of being a sponsored skateboarder, but I still try to get out to the local spots and parks and ride for fun. I’ve still got a few tricks in me. Sometimes my muscle memory kicks in and I think I can still do the same tricks I used to, however my body usually disagrees. Growing up is weird.
I compiled clips of old skate videos I made with friends back in the day, as well as some more recent clips. So here’s another important video part, including a song and band I love dearly:
Thank You Skateboarding (1993 – 2020) / Beauty Pill
Hey whatsup? You got like 40 hours of spare time and nothing to do? Well, I don’t know what kind of freak you are but I’ve got your back. Here’s a metric shit-pile of compilation albums that came out in the past few months. This is no joke. One of these comps has like 150 songs on it. Here’s your chance to discover a lot of new bands. It doesn’t matter what gender you identify with, you are going to have a caveman beard when you get done with this. Happy hunting!
💀Year Of The Mask – Avant! Records (darkwave) (newwave)
💀2020 Earth Day Comp – Mourning Records (indie rock) (emo)
💀Blood Fest Comp – Violent Breed Records (hardcore) (punk)
💀Noise From The South – Struggle Records (hardcore) (punk rock)
💀Music Venue Trust – CPRW Records (pop-punk) (skate-punk)
💀Big Bully Comp – Orlando Punk Archive (90’s) (indie) (punk)
💀Crowd Kill Your Lampshade – Bitter Hearts Records (grindcore( (hardcore)
💀Volume One – Sockhead Records (punk rock) (garage-punk)
💀Kat Music For Kat People Vol IV -Bloated Kat Records (pop-punk) (powerpop)
💀Give Me The Cure Volume One (punk) (indie)
💀Horror Of The Unwashed Hands – Kafadan Kontak (garage-punk) (garage-rock)
💀Sick Boyz II – Stupid Decisions Records (bedroom-pop) (indie)
💀Only Death Is Fatal – Immaculate Obscurity (70’s) (80’s) (punk)
💀Protest And Survive Compilation (indie rock) (garage-punk)
💀Retrospective Ghosts – Isolation Records (hardcore) (garage-punk)
💀2020 Sampler – The Ghost Is Clear Records (hardcore) (noise) (screamo)
💀19 Notes On A Broken System (punk) (punk rock) (hardcore)
💀2020 Sampler – Flowerpot Records (lo-fi) (indie) (shoegaze)
💀A Compilation Vol.2 – Dammit Presents (punk rock) (emo)
💀Black And Loud – Ontario Artists Against Injustice (afro-punk) (indie-rock)
Alright – I’m Doing This To Myself
Charlotte, North Carolina 🇺🇸
Heckdang – Fine Just Thinking
Charlotte, North Carolina 🇺🇸
Glue Horse – Self Inflicted
Chimes Of Bayonets – Archiver
(punk rock) (math)
Ithica, New York 🇺🇸
Cabeza De Juárez – CDJ
Help – 2053
United States 🇺🇸
Tuning – Defining The Purpose
Oakland, California 🇺🇸
Catsick/Conflicted – Split
New Zealand & Russia 🇳🇿🇷🇺
Narrow Head – 12th House Rock
Houston, Texas 🇺🇸
Feels Fine – Grip
Toronto, Ontario 🇨🇦
Borders are scary. You make a border and the people on the other side become “others”. Even within my country I feel an innate degree of estrangement from the people in the province next to mine. There are 195 countries on planet earth (and counting) but even if we did away with all the borders, we would still have the imaginary ones in our minds because we’re disgusting. Tribalism is at the core of our nature and, until we un-do it, we’ll always be the joke of the galaxy.
In other news: I really half-assed the top ten this month. You’ll notice the SCRAP HEAP is a little light compared to other months. Life has just been a tad chaotic for me lately but I still managed to scrounge together ten killer releases from August for your enjoyment motherfuckers.
Pardon my language.
In more other news: I have been suspended from Facebook. Those of you who are members of the Doesn’t Suck Facebook group may have noticed the lack of my presence. Apparently Facebook insists that all it’s members use their real identity on the site and they don’t believe that Steve Doesnt is my real name. They wanted me to send a photo of my ID to prove it, so I sent them a picture of a hamburger. I’m still waiting to hear back from them, but for now my account is suspended indefinitely. I’m the only administrator of the group too, so it’s a fuckin free-for-all now isn’t it. Fuck it! Carte blanche for chaos! Have fun you guys. If they don’t re-activate my account I may start a new one but who knows if I’ll ever feel like doing that. For now you should follow me on twitter and join in the conversations there.
Sustaining Momentum and Trajectory
In my early teens my slightly older neighbor played lead guitar in a band that covered Nirvana songs. I hounded him with variations of: ‘Yeah but what song do just real fans love?’ He was so nice that it took him a whole summer before he lost his patience and told me that every real fan’s favorite song is the first song on From the Muddy Banks of the Wishka. I sprinted home. Twenty plus years later obviously it was a pretty funny joke but that afternoon – and many times after that – I set my CD player on repeat and listened and re-listened to Krist and Dave tuning while Kurt stoked the fire under his larynx of boiling nails. I wedged myself between the decibels, searching for some hidden Pandora’s box, or rabbit hole, or skeleton key. I wanted in with that particular earnest, maniacal determination that is common as cooties amongst dejected, selectively vulnerable adolescents.
This was late 90’s. Nirvana was over. I bounced between the library and Napster and Sam Goody to hear every band Kurt Cobain ever mentioned in an interview, in liner notes, on a shirt, or on his shoes. No one was loud enough, catchy enough, unintelligible enough, or Nirvana-y enough. So for years I marinated in three studio albums, one outtakes album, one live album, one live acoustic album, four terrible “import” bootlegs, and a live compilation VHS.
One gutter entrepreneur in our 6,444-person town owned a PA and would rent out the basement of a senior citizen community center for shows. There’d be the band that covered Nickleback, the band that covered Jimmy Eat World, and then my neighbor’s band. And on one fateful night there was an ‘all originals’ band on the bill called Cured Ham.
I bought their CD before they even played. The guy who sold it to me said, ‘We haven’t played yet. Are you sure?’ Yes, of course I’m sure. I took it to my car and unwrapped it but fought the urge to play it immediately. I mean – what could a band called Cured Ham possibly sound like? In the single-fold insert, one of the five guys had a BC Rich guitar so, joke or tragically-serious were both on the table.
The dubiously named quintet eventually took the stage – no BC Rich – and they exploded. I remember chaos. I remember a sensation not of my equilibrium shattering but of it having shattered. Every sense I had went to rubble. I could not find a thread of anything I had ever heard before to grasp onto, to begin to understand what I was hearing. I’d tell people later, “There was one guy who all he did was scream.” I’d add, “Like a dinosaur.” That’s the best I could do.
I said they took the stage but there was no stage. The lights in the room were on. Some wood paneling, otherwise white walls with framed prints of flowers. Oak trimmed windows and doors. It probably wasn’t their first song, or the second. I’d like to think for some reason it was the third song where I could finally understand some of the words: “It’s fucking cold outside / I wanna die! (palm mute) Die! (palm mute) Die!”
I doubled over in ecstasy, laughing. I laughed Guinness Book hard. This seismic euphoria unclogged synaptic channels or paved new ones. Or both. I don’t know. But I found my new Nirvana.
No one cared. Mom, brothers, friends, karate instructor. I told everyone about it. I started my new life with curedham.net everyday. Nothing changed. Then every week. Nothing changed. Until some search led to some link led to some page to say they’d changed their name to Farewell to Twilight.
They played a lot of shows at an old armory, so, in a gym. They would rent it out and invite other bands from Southern Wisconsin or Northern Illinois to play. Still no stage and the only lights were construction-grade floods on the ground.
Other fans of Farewell to Twilight, I suppose, already listened to Small Brown Bike and Hot Water Music and Converge. Whoever. And they knew to wear all black – especially black shoes. And don’t show up to Warped Tour with a homemade t-shirt. And if you’re gonna thrash, it’s a short violent burst through the pit with your head down swinging your fists and feet: Like This. You do it Like This or else who the fuck do you think you are? You’re ruining this for us. And if you’re not doing the short violent burst through the pit then you stand. Your arms. are. folded. at. all. times.
I bought almost every t-shirt they made. I had one for every day of the week plus a spare. They never really left the Midwest or toured for more than a week that I remember. But I drove to Rockford, Milwaukee, and St. Paul to see them.
They got to play at their tiny town’s Fourth of July celebration one year. They were still playing when the fireworks started and I knew that this was the best live music experience I was ever going to have. I knew someone was going to stop it, and they did, but it was fine. Seeing them was good enough. Seeing them with fireworks? C’mon. What kind of world would it be if things that good went unabated?
Farewell to Twilight announced three final shows and played two of them. They released a last song online and poof. Done.
To date I have one tattoo: The letters FTT inside a shield shape on my ankle. The shield shape mimes Kurt Cobain’s only tattoo (which he got to prove his loyalty to a label he wanted to be on). No matter what else might change I knew I wanted to make permanent something about this version of myself, the version of myself who cared more about music than anything, who cared more about this music than anything. I wanted something to be permanent because things were starting to change. I was signing leases, applying for jobs, and charging $185 of khakis, leather shoes, and a belt on a shiny new Kohls card.
Ten years later I’m married, one child and trying for a second, with a house, a dog, an all-consuming hobby of performing stand up comedy, also drinking too much, with sprawling credit card debt, and a series of unfulfilling retail jobs that landed me in the esteemed position of Insurance Salesman. This brought me to the door of a screen printing shop owned and operated by the former rhythm guitarist of – who else – Farewell to Twilight.
Me in my flat-front business casual pants, tucked-in Goodwill button down, and the shoes I’d bought for my wedding repurposed for this. Naturally I apologized for how I looked. He coolly responded along the lines of: ‘Nah, this’s always been you.’ The statement rang devastatingly true, instantly, and was the most unwelcome news I’d ever received.
I didn’t want to admit to myself that the Farewell to Twilight part of me was attached to the selling insurance part. I’d only adopted the insurance selling facade to provide for my family. And yet here was 1/5th of the venerable institution by which I definied myself (my self of selfs, my self so true I didn’t even tell most people about it) pointing out that I was irrefutably both, if not more facade than venerable institution!
My opinions about music and art should be more important than the things I do to provide for my family, right? I’m not just another credit card account balance, am I? No – I’m the guy with the Farewell to Twilight tattoo! Do you hear that, Kohls?! Do You?!
But if I am a cog, if I am little or nothing more than an interest-generating account balance, then what are Nirvana and Farewell to Twilight? Are they ugly and dismissable remainders of juvenile development, like baby fat or wisdom teeth? Are they totems of stunted development, or breadcrumbs leading me backward to a smothering death of instant gratifications? What is it about me that I can’t get past them? Or what is it about them?
I will call Sean a “vocalist,” conceding to detractors that some of the time what he’s doing is not singing. His voice is a Killdozer. It is blunt and merciless. It’s movements are tectonic, impassioned, puppeteered by the metaphysical. Tyler’s lead guitar work is searing needlepoint, establishing expectations then left-turning and curve-balling, a Pied Piper who teases and eludes. Bryan’s thundering rhythm guitar and Tyrannosaurus wails ground the whole business. His presence anchored everything FTT did or hoped to do. Drummers never get enough credit. Mark was as volatile as any other member and imbued his parts with character enough that if the band were the beast they sound like they are, the drums would be an ornate and multifaceted exoskeleton more than a purely structural necessity.
I am not nor have I ever been “a Killdozer.” I do not sear or wail, or thunder. Ornamentation embarrasses me, and my posture only suggests the possibility of a skeleton. I am a caricature of a white, middle class male. I have two bachelor’s degrees, and I have guitars I don’t know how to play. I like button down shirts. I worked sales. I am that guy.
But irrefutably, the first night I saw Farewell to Twilight changed my life. It jump started a then un-namable determination to be a certain way. Not to dress a certain way or to have a certain job, though, as much as I thought that was it. The years since they disbanded I kept coming back to the CD I’d burned of all 21 of their songs, and each time I listened it stirred the dim embers among the pale coals of my bygone aspirations. “Stirred the dim embers among the pale coals of my bygone aspirations?” Jesus Christ. My undying attraction to their music tripped me up like a root bulging through the foundation of my cozy bubble of privilege. There was something there but I never stopped to dig it up, you know? It was enough for me to know something, potentially something meaningful, was there.
We can go as long as we want without asking why something feels significant. We can go on without questioning because maybe we don’t want to, or don’t have to, but at a time in my life where I felt rudderless and was grasping at every straw for one sense of self from which I could cobble some sort of direction, I had to wonder: Why do I keep coming back, what – if anything – is there?
Farewell to Twilight struck a balance of articulation and abandon. They stared down the barrel of the relentless unknowableness that life can be, and they metabolized it into hostile and caustic parcels, as honest as they are clear. Striking and sustaining that balance is a process, a courage, and an ambition worth emulating, no matter where I buy my pants or whatever else changes.
One of my many insurance supervisors, all who stood to earn more if I earned more, took me out to lunch and asked what success looked like to me. I said it’d be nice to make enough money to pay my monthly bills (which after a year I’d almost done once), but that even if I was making that much money I’d feel like a failure because I’d be sacrificing more than I was willing to sacrifice to make money for the sake of making money. Shortly after that I transitioned to full time bartender (where I’d been picking up shifts to make ends meet).
After years of failing to develop a skill set of moderation I finally stopped drinking. I kept doing comedy, but scaled back. I enrolled in a debt management program. I still bartend at what is essentially a truck stop. In this capacity I entertain no delusion of ambition. There’s an autonomy I enjoy and some regulars have become friends, but I knew going in I was doing it for the money and the schedule. I am at home with our second son during the day. I am providing my family with more than any amount of money would. I am at peace. I am honest and clear and leaning forward.
If you have a story you’d like to tell please get in touch!
Oma Oklahoma – Normalnull
Acne – Crash Club
Charlotte , North Carolina🇺🇸
Fake Eyes – A Drip Is All We Know
Charlotte, North Caroilina🇺🇸
Apsurd – Svemu će doći kraj
Shameover – Stay Down
Vancouver, British Columbia🇨🇦
The Jones Street Boys – Roker
(punk rock) (shedrock)
Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK🇬🇧
As In Everyday – Such An Awful Waste
New York City, NY🇺🇸
Ow! My Face – Self Titled
(street-punk) (punk rock)
Christchurch, New Zealand🇳🇿
Lethal Limits – Off The Grid
Hällregn – Self Titled
The first CD I ever bought was “Something Green & Leafy This Way Comes” by SNFU. I found myself standing in an HMV at a time when punk wasn’t popular enough to have it’s own section. It was just mixed in with the “alternative” section. I wasn’t really sure what to buy, but when I saw SNFU I remembered hearing them on the radio and they sounded pretty punk. “Green & Leafy” was the only album in stock, so I got it. That album was kind of a departure, for them, into alternative rock and when I first heard it I was like “what is this shit? It sounds like The Tragically Hip! I totally failed my first CD purchase!” It wasn’t a very well received album by me or (if I remember correctly) (I often don’t) their core fans, but it grew on me because it was the only CD I had. I didn’t even own my own CD player yet, so I had to wait till my sister was out of the house so I could use her stereo to rock out. I remember air-guitaring to it, shirtless, in her bedroom with the lights off and a crack of sun coming in through the blinds. To this day I still have a strong connection to songs like “Painful Reminder” , “This Is A Goodbye” and “Reality Is A Ride On The Bus”.
“You’d be surprised at the ones that slip deep into the dark abyss, never to be seen again. Well this is a goodbye to them”
This is my goodbye to Chi Pig of the mighty SNFU who we lost on July 16th. Chi, if you’re reading this (LMFAO). Thanks for the tunes man.
Moving on to this months top ten. What about it? It’s right there. Go listen to it. It’s chock-full of rad albums by bands from all over the world. There’s a band in there who wrote a song about arguing with your barber because he won’t give you a mullet. See if you can find it. It’s like a scavenger hunt and the prize is music that doesn’t suck. If you have even more time to waste, make sure you check out the SCRAP HEAP for heaps of other great releases from July. Follow me on Twitter @SteveDoesnt and join The Doesn’t Suck group on Facebook. Be cool, stay safe, yeah bye.
Might Die – Self Titled
🇺🇸San Antonio, Texas
Cutters – Self Titled
Old Moon – Past Lives
🇺🇸Lyme, New Hampshire
Peixe Frito – Cosmos Sessions
Dumb Chunks – Please
🇺🇸De Kalb, Illinois
T Birds – Self Titled
Sid Eargle – Lion’s Den
(punk rock) (garage-punk)
Dorian – Music To Save Your Life
Credit – Live In Brookland
Five Day Morning – Sky Hold Me Tight
Some big-ass releases dropped this month. Everyone was expecting Coriky, no one was expecting the new Hum though! Dang, both albums are pretty rad, Phoebe Bridgers too, but unfortunately none are eligible for the DS top ten. This is because I decided a while back (without informing anyone) that I won’t be including major releases on these lists. How do I define “major” you ask? Well that’s my business isn’t it? Do you see me getting all in your business? Coriky actually would otherwise have qualified if it weren’t for all the anticipation leading up to that album, and Mr. MacKaye’s involvement. Those two factors make it a major release in my opinion, but trust me, there is no rhyme or reason to this. It’s entirely based on my ever-changing disposition.
Coriky is such a stupid band name too isn’t it? I don’t care why they’re called that. Maybe there’s a cool story behind it. I don’t care. It feels like shit in my mouth. I hate saying it and I hate reading it.
I shouldn’t be writing this on a Monday. Mondays just make me hate everything.
Ok it’s Tuesday now, and I’m in a much better mood. This Tuesday feels like a Friday because tomorrow is a holiday here in Canada. I’m not looking forward to Thursday/Monday though! Two Mondays in one week! Are you kidding me? That’s right July 1st is our nations birthday, otherwise known as Canada Day, which may sound stupid, but at least we didn’t name it after the actual date on the calendar. Lookin’ at you America. It’s not a competition though. Infact, if you’ll allow me to get political for just one moment: Nationalism is disgusting and no one should be celebrating colonization and divisive ideas like, you know, countries.
Checking in again. It’s Friday now. It’s been a weird week ok. I’m behind on everything.
We’ve got another killer top ten lined up for you. The month started up a bit slow but once she got goin’ boy she really got goin’, you know what I’m sayin’? Hm?! Just listen and you’ll find out. I can’t get over how many killer bands keep coming out of the woodwork, even in times of crisis. Some of these albums are the kind of albums that really re-ignite my passion for whatever it is I’m doing here.
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