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Greetings Sorry Staters. Another week of world crazy and another week where the only thing that just about makes sense is music. I think I’d go mad if I was anywhere else than surrounded by records right now. My sanity owes a lot to having the privilege of being a part of the Sorry State family. Daniel might argue that his sanity is put into question with the weight of responsibility that comes with being the skipper of the good ship Sorry State, but he’s doing a brilliant job and we all love him so much. He takes such good care of us that it’s truly an honor and a pleasure to work here.

I’m sure one of my colleagues will write elsewhere this week about the new hot nugget from our friends Yellowcake titled A Fragmented Truth, but let me add my two thumbs up. I was really impressed with this one. The group has brought some new ideas into the mix with some interesting guitar stuff going on and other textures and sounds. Not that previous releases have been lacking, but this one really has progressed in leaps and bounds. Nice job folks. Go check it out and grab a copy.

At the store recently, several of the recent collection buys have had good blues records in them. Locals into quality blues have been snatching them up, but we still have plenty more bangers in the bins and a few that have yet to hit the floor. For those of you not within travelling distance to our store who might want to pick up a nice blues record, we have a few new reissues up on our webstore. I recently stocked a great collection by legend Otis Rush, which I would like to recommend to you today. It’s a nice gathering of his sides recorded in the 1950s for the Cobra label that also includes a few bonus cuts of alternative takes.

I’ve been a blues music fan for as long as I can remember. As a kid getting into Elvis, Johnny Cash and other rockabilly and country stars, it was an easy step to Howlin’ Wolf, Muddy Waters et al. The blues had a baby, and they called it rock ‘n’ roll. Over the years, I have collected a sizable number of blues records (and CDs) covering recordings made literally over the last one hundred years. Although I like the older acoustic country Blues records, my preference is for electric blues, especially Chicago blues, that was cut between the mid 1950s and 1970s. If it gets funky like the stuff Lowell Fulson did, that’s great. If it gets psychedelic like on Muddy Waters’ Electric Mud album, even better.

In the 1980s I was a big fan of Stevie Ray Vaughan and he, along with another hero, Jimi Hendrix, both always mentioned Otis Rush and how big an influence he was on their style. Stevie went as far as naming his band Double Trouble after one of Otis’s Cobra singles. Mike Bloomfield, Peter Green and Eric Clapton were also disciples. With such heavy endorsements, I had to check out Rush and have picked up his records over the years as I found them. He has a lot of good ones. During the 1990s, he released a good modern blues record called Ain’t Enough Love Comin’ In, which included Small Faces keyboard man Ian McLagan. A few years later, when living in New York, I got the chance to see him play live, and he was great. Sadly, soon after, he suffered a stroke and retired from touring. In 2016, he appeared on stage in Chicago for a festival and although he didn’t play, he was honored by the mayor of the city who declared June 12th to be Otis Rush Day in Chicago.

With such a long career, I will leave you to pull up his Wiki page for full details. To summarize, though, he left his birthplace in Mississippi and followed in the footsteps of other Delta bluesmen and made his way to Chicago, where he formed his own band and performed in clubs around the city. Between 1956 and 1958 he cut eight singles for Cobra before they went bankrupt, and it is these recordings that form the core of his legacy. He moved to the Chess label in the sixties and cut a couple of sides for them and one for the Duke label. Towards the end of the decade, spurred by the blues revival on both sides of the Atlantic, he cut a killer record titled Mourning In The Morning at Fame studios for the Cotillion label, an Atlantic Records subsidiary, that had a nice soulful feel to it. I really like that one.

His style is a little different, and like my hero Jimi Hendrix he played left-handed with his guitar strung uniquely to give himself a distinct sound. Vocally, he’s a strong tenor and like a lot of singers learned his craft singing gospel in church and brings that into his sound.

His first single for Cobra was I Can’t Quit You Baby and could be said to have defined his style for the rest of his career. It was the label’s only national hit too, and of course would end up being covered by a certain rock band from England on their debut a decade plus later. Backing Otis on most of these Cobra sides were the cream of Chicago bluesmen, which included names like Willie Dixon and Little Walter. Ike Turner also features on guitar on many of the recordings.

It’s all killer stuff, and at the time only came out on singles. He didn’t record an actual album until the aforementioned one on Cotillion, released in 1969, but collected here on this edition you couldn’t ask for a better blues album.

Here at Sorry State, blues has historically not had many fans amongst the staff, but since John Scott began working here, I have found a buddy who loves it as much as I do. With his additional interest in country and bluegrass as well, I have found myself listening to and rediscovering tons of great records both familiar and new to me. We were jamming this Otis Rush collection the other day at the store, and it got the thumbs up from several of our customers, not least from our good friend Mike, who knows a thing or two about a good riff and solid axe work. Trust, if Mike gives a record the seal of approval you can buy with confidence. This is blues you can use.

You can click here to see a great clip of Otis Rush from the 1960s playing his signature song live taken from the awesome American Folk And Blues Festival archives.

Thanks for reading and see you next time.

Cheers- Dom

A few weeks ago I was on the 185 Miles South podcast talking about Italian hardcore. The idea behind the segment was that it would be a “starter pack,” a concise introduction to the scene pitched at people who know little or nothing about it, which of course means there were plenty of killer bands and records I didn’t get to talk about. Case in point, Peggio Punx. I know little about the band’s history, other than that they were from Alessandro in the northwest part of Italy (the region where most of the best-known Italian bands were from), that they existed for at least a few years before they released their first record, and that they put out three EPs in the 80s.

Their first, 1983’s Disastro Sonoro, is a gem of 80s Italian hardcore. The most striking aspect of Disastro Sonoro is the near-total absence of distortion on the guitar, which immediately sets Peggio Punx apart from their peers in the Italian hardcore scene. Peggio Punx didn’t avoid distortion because they didn’t want to be as aggressive or as intense as the other hardcore bands; rather, the guitarist achieves that intensity by simply playing harder and faster, their right hand sounding like it’s in danger of buzzsawing right through the instrument. Rather than the strumming bleeding into a unified roar, each blistering note feels like a cut from a razor-sharp switchblade. Along with the unique guitar sound, the songwriting is memorably punky, the songs brimming with vocal hooks like the “ahh-ahh” parts in “Pubblicita” and the chanted chorus of “Scemo,” and the drummer has some tricks up is his sleeve too, with lightning-fast tom work that sticks in your head as firmly as any guitar or vocal hook. If you dig what you heard in the Italian hardcore starter pack, Disastro Sonoro is essential listening in my book.

1984’s La Città È Quieta... ...Ombre Parlano replicates Disastro Sonoro’s formula with six raging hardcore tunes, but for me it’s not quite as strong, mostly owing to a murkier mix. The drums and vocals are super loud—usually a good thing on a fast hardcore record—but the guitar is nearly inaudible in places, which is frustrating because you can hear just as many cool licks as Disastro Sonoro. The bass sound is robust, though, and reveals the bass player was just as furious as the guitarist. A standout on this EP, though, is the b-side opener “Solitudine,” which features more of the crazy tom work we heard on Disastro Sonoro, but even more over the top. Don’t get me wrong… La Città È Quieta... is still a rager, but it’s just a little less distinctive and striking when compared to its predecessor.

Peggio Punx’ last record of the 80s was the 12” EP Ci Stanno Uccidendo Al Suono Della Nostra Musica!! E.P.. Like most of their peers, Peggio Punx reworked their sound when they made the jump to big vinyl, attempting to do something more varied and musical than the flat-out assault of their earlier EPs. Ci Stanno Uccidendo features more variation in tempo, rhythm (including some funky and reggae-influenced grooves), and texture, though there are still glimmers of the manic quality that made Disastro Sonoro so great. As with La Città È Quieta…, it’s hampered by an odd mix that puts the booming drums front and center, and the more conventional distorted guitar sound isn’t as good a match for the guitarist’s riffing style. Ci Stanno Uccidendo is an OK record, and it’s still hardcore punk, but to me, Peggio Punx’s transition into their second era isn’t as successful as some of the other 80s Italian hardcore bands’. Whereas Indigesti, for instance, was able to leave their old sound behind on their debut LP, Osservati Dall’Inganno, and create something that sounded totally fresh and nearly as exciting, Ci Stanno Uccidendo just kind of waters down what made their previous records so great.

So yeah, one fucking great record, one excellent one, and one pretty good one… while perhaps not enough to get Peggio Punx into the God tier, it’s a respectable showing even in a country where the bar for hardcore was extremely high. Incidentally, until I just looked at Discogs, I did not know Peggio Punx released two full-lengths: 1990’s Cattivi Maestri and 1992’s Alterazione Della Struttura. If anyone knows about those two, please hit me up… I’d love to hear this band broke the pattern of diminishing returns and delivered a late-career ripper.

Yellowcake: A Fragmented Truth 7” (Total Peace Records / Not for the Weak Records) Phoenix, Arizona’s Yellowcake returns with their second 6-song EP, once again a split release with their hometown label Total Peace Records and east coast powerhouses Not for the Weak Records. As much as I loved Yellowcake’s first EP, Can You See the Future? (which we named Record of the Week in November 2023), when I saw the band play live I thought they were even better than the record, and I hoped their follow-up would reach the bar they set at that gig. Now that A Fragmented Truth has arrived, it exceeds all expectations. While very much the same band, Yellowcake takes a gnarlier turn on A Fragmented Truth, shifting the focus from the driving, fist-pumping rhythms of Can You See the Future? to something more jagged. The sound on A Fragmented Truth is slightly murkier and denser than the debut, and it’s altogether more punishing, de-emphasizing the agile stops and starts in favor of sheer, pummeling force. Yet, as the label’s description astutely notes, there’s a strong emphasis on textural variation here… frequently, Yellowcake is pounding away at what appears to be maximum intensity when a guitar track blindsides you with an attack from a frequency range that didn’t seem to exist a moment earlier. Similarly, the vocals sound even more dialed in here, taking the same approach as the first EP, but with a sound that’s both coarser and richer in tone. A must for fans of the noisiest, nastiest hardcore, A Fragmented Truth captures an already great band getting even better.

Hello Fellow Sorry Staters! This week I have been busy working on organizing the chaos of all the pre orders that we have active right now. So many amazing records are up for preorder right now! A few of my favorites are Chain Cult: Harm Reduction 12” on LVEUM and the new Alvilda: C’est Déjà L’heure 12” on Static Shock Records. Go check them out!

This week my listening has been very focused on a genre that I really knew nothing about. One thing I have challenged myself with this year is learning different genres of music that I normally would not have naturally put on to listen to. This week’s genre is funk. I’ve always just put funk into the box of what someone would think about funk commercially. You know, like James Brown or Funkadelic. I wanted to dig deeper and find those super nasty bass guitar hooks and hard-hitting drums with the constant grunts of Ugh! I have come across a few good playlists on Spotify, but recently saw this record at the store and picked it up just from the description on the back alone. The compilation album is called “Tighten Up Tighter: A Choice Collection of Funk 45s” on Pure Records based out of New York. There are some really good, hard-hitting tracks like The Soul Diggers’ Soul Dig Part 1 and Brother Williams’ Cold Sweat.

As I take this journey to learn even more about funk, I know there are some readers that have some great suggestions for tracks I need to check out. If you even have a suggestion for a great playlist or compilation record, please write in and let me know! Thanks again for reading this week and make sure to check out the site, we are always listing new items for ya’ll almost daily! Until next time!

What’s up Sorry State readers? I hope everyone has had a nice week. It’s finally October! Everyone’s favorite month! The leaves all change and the air becomes crisp again. The NC state fair comes to town, pumpkin carving, and of course, watching a bunch of horror movies. Much like my music listening habits, I tend to enjoy “older” movies. Not to say I don’t like new movies and haven’t loved a bunch of new stuff that’s come out, but specifically movies from the 60s to the 80s just do a little something extra for me. Maybe it’s the way it’s shot, the film, the costumes, the music, whatever it is, it clicks with me. Especially for horror movies. I get it, with all the technology we have nowadays you can create some truly insane stuff and have it look realistic. But what’s the fun in that? I wanna see some practical effects! I wanna watch someone get killed in the goofiest looking way possible. We’re lucky here in Raleigh to have some great theaters that do a lot of really cool showings, The Rialto has Grindhouse Club, which usually has a showing on Tuesday nights, and The Alamo Drafthouse here does Terror Tuesday and Weird Wednesday, which I’m always a fan of. If you live in the area and it sounds like it may interest you, I’d definitely check it out. The movie I’m writing about today was shown for Terror Tuesday, but honestly could almost fit the criteria for Weird Wednesday better. I’m talking about the 1982 film Basketcase, directed by Frank Henenlotter. The movie starts off with a doctor getting his face ripped by a shadowy creature that we don’t get a good look at. What could it be? It’s a weird little deformed blob of a conjoined twin with psychic powers that was cut off at birth from his brother of course. How could you not guess that? At the heart of it, this movie is about two brothers with some form of weird twin telepathy getting revenge on the doctors that performed the surgery to separate them all those years ago. One brother just happens to secretly carry the other freakazoid brother around in a basket and feeds him dozens of hamburgers at a time. There are some truly bizarre acting choices in this movie, but one of my favorite scenes is when the main character Duane gets 80s movie drunk and explains the entire story of him and his brother to his sex worker neighbor who then has her underwear stolen from the freak brother. This is a very goofy movie, but honestly weirdly kinda pulls off some sentimentality with the whole brothers aspect they roll with and in the end is a pretty enjoyable watch. If you’re a fan of 80s horror and this one has flown under the radar for you, give it a watch.

Hello and thanks for reading.

I have not found myself in the mood for writing the last week, so I apologize for the state of my staff pick. It feels like it’s been a minute since we’ve had a consistent newsletter, but there’s a bunch of great records in stock and I wanted to mention a few. I also need to go back and talk about a previous staff pick cos I learned some integral information since then. But more importantly, I need to talk about hurricane Helene first. I think most readers know about this hurricane and the devastation it has caused in the southeastern United States. I’ve had some friends from overseas hit me up cos they hear North Carolina, but we are lucky enough to have been a few hours north of the floods. I don’t want to get into how the US can afford to send billions to Israel to fund a full-on ethnic cleansing, but can’t afford adequate relief efforts to these communities that are suffering complete and total loss right now. I wanted to drop this link to our friends at RUMAH. If you are able to send some funds to help with supplies and essential items, you can find a number of trustworthy places via that link. If you live in the triangle, it’s also got information on how you can help by volunteering. If you’re in Raleigh, be sure to come out to the Halloween cover show! All the money from the door will be used in relief efforts. There is also a benefit on the 14th at Kings and Neptunes. I’m sure there will be more benefits to follow. Let’s stand together and look out for each other. The systems in place fail us, but we are not powerless without them. They need us; we don’t need them.

Last week we traveled north to bear witness to the mighty MOB 47. These guys are old. I guess Christoffer, the bassist, ain’t quite as old since he is a newer member. I think Åke said he was 62, shit. I’m not tryna talk shit by talking about their age, but give praise that they are still full-on rocking at this point in their lives. So sick. Naturally, I am a huge fan of MOB 47. I was very excited to see them. But of course, I wondered how well they would actually perform at this age. I didn’t wanna get my hopes up, but man, they were so damn good. I really didn’t expect it. After the gig we hung late at Patrick’s house, where I proceeded to grill the fuck out of Åke about MOB 47 and of course, DISCARD. I don’t want to spend too much time writing about it, but I asked Åke about the two different DISCARD sessions and where the songs were used. And most importantly, I asked him about DISCARD’s logo that rips off DISCHARGE. I was talking to him and said I knew about the art in Really Fast Vol 3, but said from my understanding they didn’t have a DISCHARGE rip-off logo until the 1990 7”. Åke corrected me and explained how they did it—in the ‘80s. I wanted to explain this cos I was so wrong when I previously wrote about DISCARD. It’s probably cheesy and unimportant to most, but it’s super significant they had done something like this so early on. Thinking back now, I wish I had asked him and Chrille even more questions, haha.

There are some reissues we have in stock I wanted to mention, cos I consider them essential. SWANKYS Very Best Of Hero has just been released by General Speech in the USA! I don’t think this band needs an introduction, and this record has been dying for a reissue for decades now. General Speech has added an additional insert that includes the history of SWANKYS. While it is brief, it is awesome to read. I didn’t quite understand the history of GAI and SWANKYS, so I really appreciated it. If you didn’t know, SWANKYS and GAI were the same band, just under different names at different times. They were initially forced to change their name to GAI, as SWANKYS had been banned at clubs due to extreme performances. General Speech did an absolutely amazing job on the reissue, down to the actual sound of the record. The packaging is almost identical to the original. It’s super nice and slick—in a good way. There are just some subtle, and tasteful, changes to denote it is a reissue. I know General Speech has more reissues lined up after this and I really can’t wait. I think this record is essential for every collection, so grab one if you have not!

I also wanted to mention this reissue I have been playing the hell out of, We Can’t Help It If We’re From Florida. The artwork and title of this compilation is hilariously awesome. Especially cos the bands fucking rip. To me, this is a whole new world. I’ve heard of two of the bands before, but never heard any of these songs. It’s funny to me they chose 10" format for this reissue. I know the original was a 7", but this one has bonus tracks so obviously it could not fit on the original format. From my understanding, these days all 10"s are just 12"s cut down to size. 12"s sell better than 7"s, and I think 10"s sell the worst. To me, I don’t care about the size, as long as it’s good. Again, this record is all new to me. I think all the bands are super cool. Maybe MORBID OPERA is one I wouldn’t jam so much, haha. I know I heard ROACH MOTEL before cos we had some 7"s come through the shop, but hearing em again on this compilation really made em stick out to me. HATED YOUTH obviously rip so fucking hard, shit. I had no idea. I’ve seen the name around forever, but my ignorant ass never checked them out. Now I need to find one of those 7"s previously released on Burrito Records. I think these compilation tracks are a different session from what was released on that 7"? I actually picked one of these 10"s up from my buddy Chris a few weeks ago cos I wasn’t sure if we’d get distro copies. He told me to check it out, and I instantly grabbed one, haha. If you don’t know shit like me, check this compilation out and you’re gunna one grab one. If you already have the original, maybe you’ll be tempted to grab it for the bonus tracks, haha. Alright, I think that sums it up for me today. Free Palestine.

Hi everyone. Thanks for clicking on our newsletter. Hopefully things are well with you. As you can imagine, we are still trying to deal with the aftermath of Hurricane Helene and the terrible flood damage that our brothers and sisters here in the mountains of western North Carolina (and other places) endured last weekend. I’m sure you have seen the pictures and videos. It’s just terrible. So very sad. Our hearts go out to the residents of Asheville, Boone and all the other communities whose lives have been forever changed by this catastrophic weather event.

We all need to come together now and help in whatever way we can. Of course, the quickest and easiest way to help is to donate funds. As a former American Red Cross worker, I can vouch for the good work they do in disaster responses as one option for a donation, but there are many other charities and organizations that are out there helping, and I encourage and urge you to find one that works for you.

By the time you read this, I will have been a part of a twelve-hour marathon DJ event here in Raleigh that was organized to raise funds for the Kamala Harris campaign and to help with voter registration, but was tweaked in the aftermath of the storm to include raising funds and accepting donations of needed items for those affected by the storm. As I write before the event, I will assume that all went well, and that we raised a lot of money. Fingers crossed. If nothing else, though, I hope we provided a good time and much needed fun and a break from all the gloom and doom.

Back in the world of records and music, here at the store we are continuing to do our best to keep the bins filled with as many great records as possible. We have bought some good collections recently, filled with lots of cool and interesting records, and I have been enjoying learning about records I was unfamiliar with and nerding out on all the details. Often when going through collections we have bought, there are records that aren’t in the best of shape and not really fit for sale. It obviously doesn’t matter when the records are perennial bargain bin fodder to begin with, but it can sometimes be a bummer when you find a good record but beat to crap. I like to do my best to resurrect the ones that still have life in them. Sometimes a couple of passes on the vacuum cleaner can make all the difference. Also, I can still value a record if at least the key tracks play decently. As a DJ, you can get lucky that way. The money track plays fine whereas the rest has skips, pops, etc. Of course, sometimes the reverse is the case, and the only good cut will have a massive scratch over it. Anyway, I have been checking out some of these beaters and one that I thought was cool is a record that came out in 1967 on World Pacific Records by an artist known as Kali Bahlu. The album is titled Cosmic Rememberance.

It’s a real trip. The record is just four long tracks and isn’t easily classified, but is based on Indian sounding sitar music mixed with spoken word poetry and psychedelic elements. It’s the only record the female singer is credited with and not much is really known about her. The record label World Pacific had Ravi Shankar on their roster and released an album by Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, so it kinda makes sense. Other label mates included Chet Baker, who was releasing Mariachi Jazz records. Ms. Bahlu has been described as a kindergarten teacher reciting verse to a class of hippies coming down from an acid trip. That’s just about right. LoL.

Her voice could be a little annoying to some ears, and that is the main “instrument” being heard over the gentle sitar and tabla backing. The poetry is a mix of space cadet wonderings and cosmic consciousness. You’ll either be charmed or annoyed by it. I’m not sure how many listens one would give this record over the course of owning it, but I enjoyed giving it a couple of turns on the ol’ rekkid player. The “best” track is probably the fourth and last called A Cosmic Telephone Call From The Angel Liesle And The Buddha. How’s that for a title? The forest children were definitely taken on a journey of cosmic remembrance.

The record comes in a great painted slightly psychedelic cover featuring Kali Bahlu and some of her pals and cosmic children. Inside the gatefold we get an essay from the artist explaining her thoughts regarding the album and a nice full-size photo of her looking very 60s girl cool.

I’m certainly curious about what else she did as an artist and what her story was after this record and before it. I shall try to find out, but for now we shall just have to leave it there. If mystical sixties hippie shit does it for you, then keep an eye out for this one next time you are digging through the bargain bins. Although having said that, it seems that folks will pay over $20 for a decent copy of this record, but it has been reissued and with a couple of bonus cuts, apparently. Click here for a sample.

Take away? Apparently, the Buddha drinks coffee.

Cheers everyone - Dom

What’s up Sorry Staters?

Once again, it feels like it’s been a while since I’ve checked in. We’re well into October now, and I always love this time of year. The weather starts getting a bit cooler, and as Halloween approaches, I get excited to binge trashy horror movies. We’ll be decorating the storefront here at Sorry State to get into the spirit. There’s also gonna be a Halloween cover show on the 31st, which I’m excited about. It’s gonna be a benefit gig, with all proceeds going toward support for disaster relief in Western North Carolina.

Before that gig though, I wanna reiterate that The Ejaculators are coming to play Raleigh on October 20th along with Meat House and DE()T at RUMAH. Should be a killer gig. Don’t miss it!

Also, I think this is the first time I’m announcing that BLOODSTAINS from Southern California are coming to play Raleigh as well! Along with support from Norfolk’s ragers RECKONING FORCE, and also semi-locals SHAVED APE and MEAT HOUSE. At King’s on November 10th! A rager for the season, I feel sure.

What else have I been doing since the last time I wrote for the newsletter? I suppose I haven’t even talked about Public Acid and Invertebrates’ Midwest tour surrounding Unlawful Assembly fest in Milwaukee. It was a short run of shows, but MAN, did we have a blast. I would hop in a van and travel with the combination of mofos in those 2 bands any day. Between duckpin bowling in Indianapolis while goofing off and talking like Fonzie, getting extra cheesy at the Mars Castle, and my first experience with reluctant hospitality and excessive taxidermy at the Third Man Records’ green room… there was more tomfoolery than most HCPMF’s would be able to handle.

So, let’s talk about Cicada. I was obviously previously familiar with this band because they’re based out Richmond. I often run into the dudes in the band at shows and stuff. I’ve seen Cicada play in Richmond several times and always thought they were great. But on this Midwest tour, Public Acid gigged with them in Chicago, and also at the fest in Milwaukee. Firstly, we played together at The Empty Bottle in Chicago. The sound was excellent, and granted, it had been quite a while since the last time I saw Cicada, but fuck… they just blew me away. They opened with a cover of “Easy Targets” by Cheetah Chrome Motherfuckers and fuckin’ nailed it. My jaw hit the floor. The crowd just totally exploded with energy. Then during their set at the Cactus Club in Milwaukee, the guitar player Brendan had a moment where he played alone, spiraling on this long, drawn-out guitar riff which was an extended rendition of the opening track on the band’s demo tape. With like total command of the crowd, I just watched all these kids creepy crawl over/dogpile onto one another in this mess of anxious, violent, anticipatory energy. It was so raging and insane. I just stood there after they finished playing, just going, “Holy shit.” And experiencing Cicada live on this trip was all before I’d even heard their new EP.

Cicada has a new 7” entitled Wicked Dream, appropriately released on the Unlawful Assembly label. Sorry State always tries to stock as many copies of the new releases on Unlawful Assembly as we can, but they often can only afford to give us a handful of copies. I half expect this new EP to be sold out by the time this edition of the newsletter comes out. The primary recorded output by Cicada I’ve digested over the last year or so is the band’s demo… ya know, which clocks in at under 4 minutes of music total. The cassette I have is pretty lo-fi from a recording standpoint. It totally works for them and still sounds totally raging. But after seeing Cicada in Chicago and experiencing how powerful the band sounded, I personally hoped the recording on their new 7” would do them more justice. Admittedly, the recording on this new record is still pretty raw. But I would say it’s a sonic facelift compared to the cassette. And granted, Cicada having a super modern, slick sounding record would probably sound totally weird and out of place.

How do I describe Cicada’s music to one of you readers who might be unfamiliar? I mentioned CCM earlier, which I think is a fairly detectable influence. The way I feel about Cicada when I hear them is that they draw from some of the MOST weirdo, outsider bands within outsider music, and blend those reference points into a potent and effective Molotov cocktail. How appropriate that a label based out of Milwaukee put out the band’s record, because surely whoever writes the riffs in this band must be a fan of Die Kreuzen. Like, MUST be. Then, the singer Jordan has this vomitous but burly low-pitched growl that for sure makes me think of United Mutation. But beyond these 80s hardcore comparisons, I think there is something unique and special about what Cicada is doing in the current landscape of hardcore punk. It feels true to form, but also completely fresh and out of left field. It’s chaotic, frantic, and dissonant. But still, there’s something about the way the band stitches musical ideas together that feels clever. It’s intelligent, while managing to definitely NOT be prog-y in any way. These songs still go for the throat in the most maniacal of fashion, but also, the band is playing their asses off. It doesn’t feel like the band is throwing riffs at the wall in a noisy mess and seeing what sticks. In fact, the conviction and intention with which these songs are put together makes me kinda… jealous, I guess? Maybe if you’re the type of hardcore listener whose platonic ideal is Agnostic Front, then Cicada will surely not be the band for you. But for me, this band is ticking ALL the boxes. Dare I say, best current hardcore band in America? Honestly, I might.

Enough gushing. But if you’re able to get your hands on a copy of this 7”, whether from Sorry State or elsewhere, I give it my highest possible recommendation.

That’s all I’ve got this round. As always, thanks for reading.

‘Til next week,

-Jeff

Hugh Mundell: Africa Must Be Free By 1983 LP (1978, Message Records)

I’m not well-versed in reggae’s history, but I’ve been listening to a lot of it lately, a trend sparked by discovering this Hugh Mundell LP this summer.

I may have told this story before, but reggae first hit me when I was still in high school. Aside from the Bob Marley tunes you soak up just from being an American, the first experience with reggae I can remember is buying a compilation CD called Dub Chill Out from a big store called Planet Music in Virginia Beach, the same place where I bought my first Minor Threat and Black Flag CDs. I can’t remember how I figured out that dub reggae was something I should be interested in, nor can I remember why I bought that CD. My guess is that it was cheap… as a broke teenager, I was always trying to make my music dollar stretch a little further. While I had little money to spend on music, I had a pretty bumping sound system in my car. My first car was a tiny Dodge Ram pickup, and for my birthday one year, my dad outfitted it with a powerful amp and two huge speakers that sat behind the driver’s seat. It was super loud, especially in the truck’s tiny cabin, and my parents said they could always hear my stereo from half a mile away when I was driving home. Dub Chill Out, while having nothing on the surface to distinguish it, had a phenomenal track listing, and the mastering was huge and bass-y. From the moment I popped in the CD and cranked it in my car, I was in love. I still love bathing in loud bass frequencies (something I also appreciate about Sabbath and the handful of doom metal records I really love). I got a really great dose of that a few weeks ago when legendary dub producer Scientist played in Raleigh, the colossal PA at the Lincoln Theater submerging me in pulsating low end.

After Dub Chill Out, every couple of years I’d find another reggae record to fall in love with. There was Lee “Scratch” Perry’s Return of the Super Ape, King Tubby’s The Roots of Dub, Augustus Pablo’s East of the River Nile, U-Roy’s Dread in a Babylon, Culture’s Two Sevens Clash… but it has usually been one reggae record at a time for me, each of them happened upon in an unexpected, seemingly random way. Whenever I tried to explore the genre more systematically, I’d either encounter too much stuff I don’t really like, or I’d feel like I was experiencing diminishing returns, the new releases never offering the same buzz as whatever recent discovery ignited my interest. Maybe my brain only has space for one reggae record at a time, and I need to recharge my batteries and approach the sound with fresh ears every couple of years. I can’t think of another genre where I have a similar listening pattern.

Hugh Mundell entered my life in a similarly random way. One night I was thinking about how I love so much music from the late 70s, that there’s something about the production techniques and/or technologies that were in vogue at that time that just sends me to my happy place. While I know that certain eras of music interest me more than others, I typically explore music through the framework of artists or genre, researching artists’ discographies or checking out best of lists around a certain genre. I made a deliberate choice to explore records by year, thinking maybe I’d hear something from an unexpected genre that had that late 70s patina that I seem to like so much. I remember I was looking at a list of someone’s favorite records of 1978 (I can’t seem to find this list again), and Africa Must Be Free by 1983 stood out as something I was unfamiliar with but looked interesting. I dialed it up on streaming and it blew me away from the first track.

First, there’s that voice. Mundell’s vocals on Africa Must Be Free By 1983 are thin, reedy, almost pre-pubescent. He sounds so vulnerable here, the dry, reverb-less sound revealing every little crack in his voice. He sounds so young—he was 15 or 16 when he recorded this—that I tend to compare him to a young, Jackson 5-era Michael Jackson. Generally, it’s instruments rather than vocals that pull me into a record, but there’s something special about Mundell’s voice here. The second thing that struck me about this album was its production. While this is definitely roots reggae and not dub, the sound is spacious yet heavy on the low end, rich and powerful at the bottom, but with a ton of space in the higher frequencies for the many instrumental hooks on the record (note: Augustus Pablo contributes piano and organ). As I mentioned, I’d gone looking for something to listen to that had that late 70s patina I love so much, and the slightly lo-fi production values of Africa Must Be Free are pretty much exactly what was looking for. Finally, the lyrics on the album hit me pretty hard, too. While some of the song titles seem conventional, if not cliche (“Let’s All Unite,” “Jah Will Provide”), there’s a specificity to many of the lyrics that sets my mind racing. I love the track “My Mind,” which finds Mundell (by the way, I don’t know if he’s the lyricist or not) following the stream of consciousness from family, to love, to war in a way that reminds me so much of my teenage years, when I couldn’t seem to figure out how life’s big issues and small concerns related, if at all. And of course there’s the title track, which is fascinating. Why does this 1978 album posit a precise 5-year deadline for Africa’s liberation? The verses explain a prophecy that the biblical Judgment Day will happen in that year, but listening to the album 36 years later, it’s tragic that, despite Mundell’s pleading, Africa was barely different in 1984 than it was in 1983. There was no Judgment Day, and if there were material or political gains for its oppressed peoples during that time, they were marginal at best. Things probably have improved little in the decades since either. Mundell’s earnestness reminds me of the evangelical Christian kids I rode the bus with in school, who were similarly convinced, with all the clear-eyed certainty of youth, that the Judgment Day would arrive during their own lifetime.

Reading about the record, I learned Mundell was murdered on October 14, 1983, when he was only twenty-one years old. I’m kind of glad I didn’t learn about Mundell’s story until after I heard the album, though. That story is so intense that it must be hard to hear the music through it, especially an album that is so thoroughly laced with tragedy (but also, I must say, with hope). Certainly the fact that Mundell’s was murdered in the album’s titular year is an arresting coincidence. Though the Biblical Judgment Day didn’t happen, perhaps Mundell’s personal one did.

Of course, I started looking for a vinyl copy of Africa Must Be Free by 1983 by the time I finished with my first complete play through. As with most classic reggae records, it’s been repressed many times by many labels, which I imagine is a symptom of Jamaica’s dysfunctional and corrupt music industry. Grey-market reissues of reggae records abound, and they vary widely in quality. I added a bunch of different versions to my want list and started waiting for a copy that spoke to me. I also checked the reggae section of every record store I’ve set foot in since I heard the record, where I found a few of Mundell’s other records (which are good, but lack the magic of his debut). I saw one gratuitously overpriced older pressing of Africa Must Be Free at Mills Record Company in Kansas City, literally locked in the store’s fortress-like rare bins. (It’s a tangent I don’t want to get into here… but what a weird fucking place that was.) Then, a couple of weeks ago, Usman was ordering a record from Japan and asked if I wanted to get anything from the same seller to save on shipping. Lo-and-behold, they had an older Jamaican pressing in G+ condition for a very good price, and knowing that Japanese sellers typically grade conservatively, I took the risk. This copy isn’t pretty, and I suspect the pressing didn’t sound that great in the first place (a common issue with Jamaican vinyl), but it gets the job done and, despite its shortcomings, feels more appropriate to have in my collection than a squeaky clean reissue.

Thanks for reading! I hope some of y’all enjoy this record. Until next time…

The Carp: Knock Your Block Off 12” (Total Punk Records) When I first heard about Cleveland’s the Carp, they were pitched to me as an oi! / street punk band from the Cruelster camp, a proposition that immediately intrigued me. As a big fan of the Cruelster universe, I wondered how on earth those two things might go together, and that they don’t really, but exist in an unstable tension across Knock Your Block Off’s ten tracks, makes it one of the most interesting records to emerge from this crew of musicians and one of my favorite punk records of 2024. For anyone with only a passing familiarity with this group of interconnected bands—the aforementioned Cruelster, Knowso, Perverts Again, Smooth Brain, and probably more I’m forgetting / don’t know about—this will probably just sound like another one of those bands with their knotty rhythms, deadpan vocals, and obtuse lyrics. Knowso vocalist and lyricist Nathan Ward is at the helm and sounds very much like himself here, and even though he’s on guitar rather than his usual bass, it turns out his guitar lines sound a lot like his bass lines, angular but hooky, not as exaggeratedly stiff as Knowso, but still coming with a big dollop of homegrown, Devo-esque robotic rhythm. If you’re not interested in what Nathan and his crew does, you can probably stop reading here, but those of us who are in for a pound on this lot are treated to an entirely new musical landscape, albeit one viewed through Ward’s distinctively cracked perspective. As I mentioned, I wondered how the whole oi! / street punk thing would manifest itself in the Carp’s music, and it turns out that it does so in fascinatingly idiosyncratic ways. It’s certainly not a parody or homage; there’s nothing so obvious as a gang chorus, and the exclamation “oi!” appears nowhere on the record as far as I can remember, but those (the few?) of us with a deep appreciation for street punk aesthetics and Nathan Ward’s artistry will love following the faint through-line. There’s work and labor as a lyrical theme (which, admittedly, flows through much of Nathan’s work, including the latest Knowso album we released on Sorry State), the nightmarish skinhead costumes in the video for “Toxic Peace” (which you should most definitely check out on YouTube), and a cover of “Cut Ups” by A Global Threat, a band close to the heart of many a 30-something former street punk. There’s also the odd Blitz-esque guitar hook or (potentially) anthemic chorus (see: “Servitude! You feed on it like breast milk”), but mostly these references are so thoroughly annihilated by Nathan Ward’s mental meat grinder that they’re barely recognizable. A standout track is “Fairview Park Skins,” whose title makes it seem like it’ll be some sort of suburban Dropkick Murphys homage, but when you actually pay attention to the lyrics, it’s not really about skinheads, but a shirts versus skins basketball game in which, appropriately, the skins annihilate the shirts. (Side note: I also love how this song slyly appropriates Rancid’s habit of littering their songs with the names of streets and bus routes.) It’s difficult for me to imagine how any of this will play to a newcomer to this group of bands… it’s so throughly drenched in their peculiar aesthetic, and I get so much pleasure from peeling the onion’s layers that I feel like I can’t access what this might look like from the outside. But for those of us neck deep in this world and loving it, Knock Your Block Off is as great as anything else we’ve heard from this crew, one of the most original and interesting voices in contemporary punk.

I have recently been going back to the music I listened to in the late 90s. One way I would find new bands is by looking at thank-you notes in other albums I had or borrowed from friends, or I would just find a record label that I loved. In this case, it was Asian Man records. Around this time Asian Man records was putting out some amazing artists like The Broadways, Slapstick, and Link 80 to name a few. I found this band through my love and obsession with the band Alkaline Trio. When I get obsessive over a band, I frantically research and find everything out about the members and, importantly what projects they previously played in. Tuesday became my second obsession due to my love for Dan Andriano’s vocal and bass playing style in Alkaline Trio.

The band Tuesday did not come out with many records at all. Looking back as I write this, it was only a demo, an EP called Early Summer and a full length called Freewheelin’. But to me Freewheelin’ was my entry point into the early 90s/late 00s emo and punk scene. Dan’s voice on this album was raw and gritty and like nothing I had ever heard from an emo band coming out of the scene I was in at the time. If I ever get asked what a good example of putting emotion behind the vocals sounds like, I will always reference this album. Lyrically, this album touches on your typical topics of sadness, losing love, and other typical emo song subjects.

So when the record and EP both came in the store from a recent collection buy, I knew that my high school self would kick me if I did not buy them. If you like Alkaline Trio and did not know about Tuesday, please go check them out. As always, check out the used section on the website, you never know what may pop up. I am still going through and listing that huge CD collection we bought a month or so ago. As always, thank you to everyone who reads these for all of your support!

What’s up Sorry State readers, I hope everyone has had a nice week. Continuing on from last week, I’d like to write about the other record I picked up when I was in Seattle, Genclik Ile Elele by Mustafa Ozkent. While I was flipping through records in the store, I was greeted by a cover of a monkey in a sweater sitting in front of some audio equipment. It didn’t really matter what music was on it; I was gonna get it. Luckily for me, this album is full of psychedelic Turkish heat. It sounds like it could be the soundtrack to the sickest 70s spy B-movie that never was. This thing is ripe for the picking for samples. There are just so many cool moments on it. The drums on this record just keep it moving and grooving the entire time. Dom informed me this used to be a secret weapon for DJs back in the day before it became more well known and I can see why. My favorite track on here might be the final track, Ayaş Yollarinda. It feels like a huge crescendo to end this banger of an album with a particularly sick solo on the organ about halfway through the track. Add a little dash of psychedelic Turkish funk to your next listening session.