Sounds evolve and things change, in Memphis, Tennessee or Halifax Regional Municipality, Nova Scotia, pick up the bottle that's passed along in the alley behind the bank, take a long gulp and spit it out, get pissed and smash it against the wall, pick up the pieces and pick your targets, glass is like razorblades and that's what this sounds like, taut with tension taunting the audience into action, whittle that limb down and sharpen that point, this comes from Nova Scotia, and features member of Booji Boys, many things different and something the same, still chugging out the low-fi fast punk rock but the bark on the branches gets stripped to whipping sticks, slap them to the ground, snapping to life, snakes slithering across the blacktop without any grass in sight, sharped tongued and venomous, bite you in the face without batting an eye, say what, what the hell is it exactly you are trying to say, put the 40-ounce bottle of Booji Boys in your cart of course, but don't forget to stuff a bottle of Mark Vodka in your brown paper bag as well. -- winch (green noise records)
If you don't have any Grateful Dead in your collection of punk records, now's your chance!
"Debut LP from The Mark Vodka Group, Nova Scotia delivers again. FFO Coneheads, DLIMC, Buzzcocks and sunshine in the city.
released March 20, 2020. More effortlessly catchy brilliance from Nova Scotia, Canada, that your ears, speakers and shelves simply cannot live without. You want a quality guarantee? Well, howsabout if I told you that the Mark Vodka Group includes members of the Booji Boys? Their 2019 opus ‘Tube Reducer’ should still be rattling the walls of your house and making your neighbours question the wisdom of moving next door to one of those ‘punk rockers’ the newspapers warned them about. This is a different prospect to the Boojis, of course. While that group buries deceptively tasteful hooks in clouds of ear-lacerating distortion, the Mark Vodka Group opt for a more immediately accessible level of audibility, while still keeping things firmly in the box marked ‘lo-fi’. They sound like a bare-bones Descendants at their most irritably bratty, stealing the Oblivians’ homework and doodling stupid faces all over the most insightful parts. Or maybe the other way around. Point is, they do smart and stoopid simultaneously and they’ll make you wanna dive onto a dancefloor to revel in both sides. As they’re not ashamed to tell you, however, the band have been around this music long enough to grow pissed off with… well, what have you got? Scenester elitism (‘Big Time Rocker’), the sudden trendiness of punk among previously sceptical normies (‘Everybody’s Punk Now’, which also boasts a killer Buzzcocks homage at its peak) and everyone dumb enough to cross them. Truth be told, punk rock doesn’t come out of these lyrical screes too well, but the Mark Vodka Group are too in love with the stuff to truly let go. Besides, as ‘Mark’s Blues’ laments at the album’s close, even when the rest gets you down, there’s always booze to keep us going: “The drinking hasn’t let me down yet.” Hey, Mark Vodka ain’t just a clever name. This is a damn fine record, though." -- Will Fitzpatrick.