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What’s up Sorry Staters?
Had a pretty good weekend this past weekend (for clarity, at the time I’m writing this we’re talking March 15th/16th). I guess in the previous newsletter, I already talked about Public Acid playing the National, so I’ll spare you. But I realized I completely forgot mentioning the previous night: Much to my surprise, there was a gig in Richmond when I drove up on Friday night where that new band Cross from NY was headlining. They ripped it, and it was cool getting to kick it with them after the show. Cicada totally destroyed, love getting to see them. But a big highlight for me was this new Richmond band No Victim (whose name was something different on the flyer, but they changed it right before the show haha). The band featured my homie Merm of Invertebrates fame, but also fairly recent Richmond transplant Chester on guitar, who played in those Texas bands Stunted Youth and Save Our Children. For a first gig, No Victim crushed it. Fast, kinda dissonant and chaotic, but they also covered “Commando” by the Ramones. When they finished playing, I just looked down and muttered quietly to myself, “Goddamn, I love hardcore.”
In other news, I believe in this edition of the newsletter we’re announcing that the repress of Scarecrow’s first EP Revenge is finally back in print! Usman and I first released Scarecrow’s debut record on our Bunker Punks label back in early 2020, just a couple months before the pandemic hit. Crazy that 4 years have already gone by. Stoked that this record is available once again after being outta print for a long while. So, if you missed out first time around, hope you grab one either directly from us Bunker Drunks or from right here at Sorry State. You know you wanna snag that red vinyl! ;)
Alrighty, record write-up time: I feel like this Drunk Mums LP might be an unexpected choice for my staff pick. We just got in a bunch of new releases from this label Legless Records, which is based out of Australia. Funny enough, I checked this record out on Bandcamp when I was inspecting invoices for records we should be expecting to arrive in the mail very soon. Somehow, it totally slipped my mind that Angela had written about this very same Drunk Mums record for her staff pick several weeks ago. Whatever, I’ll double down.
Full transparency, based on this cover art alone, this looks like a record I would ordinarily avoid like the plague. The record is called Beer Baby, and I hate the look of the font they chose for the band name. Just looks kinda like a late-90’s half-ass photoshop job. And also, when someone throws out the genre-descriptor “Australian garage,” I’m usually like, nah… I’m good on that haha. Daniel and I use this term a lot: “Garage turkey.” Anyone know what I mean by that? I know you know these types o’ mofos you all see at gigs. Brown corduroy jacket, scraggly curly hair, flared bellbottom jeans, possibly a roadkill bone necklace? Textbook garage turkey. Perhaps that would be the target demographic for a group such as the Drunk Mums. But I gotta say, I threw this record on and just immediately was diggin’ it. Don’t try to box me in, muthafucka. I’m a multi-faceted creature.
I think these Aussie boiz are just good songwriters. To be fair, this record benefits from great sounding production too. Nice, upfront, lightly overdriven guitars. Thankfully, the drummer plays proper Tommy Ramone style on the hi-hat. I feel like garagey punk bands often suffer from a “trashcan” aesthetic and they proudly lean on that low-fidelity/low-effort stylistic approach. And for my money, it gives these bands an excuse to not try hard enough to write good songs. And while the Drunk Mums surely guzzle a few pints from that keg they’re carting around, you can tell these guys are actually really good players. Tight musicianship, and yet, not “stiff.” They’re rockin’ it out with swagger. Melodic, catchy tunes, man. Cool arrangements with the riff writing. I’m not sure if these dudes are slightly older, but it seems like they do owe a debt to the classic punk stylings of their local predecessors like The Saints. And I gotta say, as far as rockin’ punk style goes, I’d much prefer to hear a band from Australia that wants to sound more like Radio Birdman than they do like Pussy Galore or Royal Trux or whatever. I was saying to Dominic, the Mums have that intangible quality where if you were to go see them in a divey club and get totally hammered right up front, you’ll already be singing along with the chorus of the tunes before they’re over—even if you’ve never heard ‘em before. Possibly not the deepest lyrical content, but just fun. And what’s wrong with a little fun every now and then? I’ll find myself singin’: “It’s an apocalypse, baby!” Hell yeah.
Weirdly, I don’t know if this will make sense to some of you Sorry State readers, but I feel like a lot of these Drunk Mums tunes would sound properly great in a skate video. Have y’all ever watched that King of The Road series that was on Vice a few years back? I loved those King of The Road features that would come out on home video back when I was a teenager. Then the reprised TV show version had a theme song by this band called the Black Lips, and I don’t know why, but it would always put me in a good mood. Lo-fi catchy Ramones-ish with whistling melody for the chorus. Why not, right? Maybe I just enjoy it because I happen to associate the song with skateboard-related antics. The Drunk Mums’ songs I feel like could fit that same vibe. Like one of my favorite videos from my youth was Black Label’s Blackout video. I can imagine Patrick Melcher or Jason Adams killin’ slappies on a curb while a couple cuts off Beer Baby are kickin’ in the background.
Anyway, that’s all I’ve got this week. I believe I’m gonna crack a cole one and jam some Drunk Mums. As always, thanks for reading.
‘Til next week,
-Jeff