Danzig - Sub Pop Bootleg 7"

Let's be honest, we all kinda liked the band Danzig when they first started out. Well, I did anyway. Not quite sure how this release came about. That's largely due to the fact that I've never made the effort to find out. Anyway, it's from 1991 and it's pretty heavy, in a Demo-y sort of way.

I'm Evil, Evil, Evil

The Undead - The Invisible Man 7"

This 1992 7" by Bobby Steele and the boys gives us the catchy title track, typical Undead fun, as well as a thoroughly entertaining cover of the Alice Cooper classic.

I Used To Have A Normal Brain

Agent Orange - Your Mother Sucks Cocks In Hell... 7"

Time to head to the beach. No, not that beach. This one is in Amsterdam. Not sure how the surfing is, but I'm also not sure these boys and girl really care. Loud and abrasive Holland Hardcore. 'Bitchin' Summer' this ain't!

Nothing

Re-Up Requests, Vol. 3

One more round before I go back to ignoring them for a while....

Whoppers Taste Good - Don't They? 7"

Tattooed Corpse - Louder Than Hell

Anti  -The Hardcore Years

Motördamn - Over The Top 7"

What happens when legends collide? Well, this single for one. Back in 1979 Motörhead and the Damned found themselves in the same studio. And, as the back label says, "the seven headed beast" put down 'Over The Top', then Lemmy hung around to help out the Damned boys with 'Ballroom Blitz'.

Completely....
Completely Sendspace

Rancid Vat - No Royalties! No Loyalties! 7"

Now here's a band I've not posted enough of. Rancid Vat. Sure, they're an acquired taste. But so is alcohol. This particular live 7" shows off the rare beauty that was/is Rancid Vat live. Described on the RV website as "Proud candidate for most annoying record of all time".

You Know I Love The Ladies

Poison Idea - Darby Crash Rides Again 7"

It was the late 80's when PI put out this 7" of rough and raw demos from their very early days. Though not a review of this record, I present a review of the band, from some website I stumbled upon:

Compare, for a moment, Poison Idea to many of the well-groomed and immaculately-tattooed punks strutting their safe ‘n’ sanitized stuff today. Here was a band that was fat, ugly, ill-kempt and proudly degenerate. You’d never find them in a gym or their posters plastered on the bedroom walls of teenage girls, and their music represented an adequate enough summation of the bleak, brutal reality they inhabited: raw, belligerent and yet, for all its many sins, comfortable in its own sallow, pock-marked skin.

Aren't You Having Fun?