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Snarling Dogs – S/T [IMPORT Green Noise] – New LP
Snarling Dogs – S/T [IMPORT Green Noise] – New LP
Drunken Sailor Records (UK)

Snarling Dogs – S/T [IMPORT Green Noise] – New LP

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the rust belt deep in the 1970s, and Jimmer didn't give a rat's ass about too much of anything, kicking at the fire just to watch the sparks fly, flames flashing in his eyes like the arc of a spark plug, looking like he might just lose it, standing at the edge of falling apart and breaking down, but he'd snarl at himself and hock those tears into his throat, lift his foot and spit a goober on the toe of his irregulars, pull at the arms of his Toughskins and light up a Lucky Strike...some said it was the brain damage that made him not give a shit, but actually he was probably born that way, dirt poor and pissed off all the time, still ticked off that the alice cooper group and the stooges had broke up , didn't give two shits about new wave or even punk rock sounds unless it was heartbreakers, dead boys or testors, was ticked off that BOC and Thin Lizzy had gotten hits on the radio, missed the days when it was just bikers and gearheads at the hockey-rink concerts, cities aflame now doused with top-40 dipshits showing just to hear the hits, Jimmer hoofing fast across the blacktop, spitting on flowers, blowing up tulips with Black Cat firecrackers, pedaling his homemade stingray, whipping through the graveyard in his YZ with his brown hair flying if he could get that thing running, living life like it was going out of style, moving fast, living loud...that's what this sounds like to me, kick starting the proceedings and keeping it together, coming from the gut and shaking up some action.  Amen. -- winch



Pittsburgh’s feral punks Snarling Dogs return to bite the hand that feeds them with their debut self-titled LP Snarling Dogs. This unhinged offering kicks out 11 revved-up, slobbering 77-esque punk tracks that will have wasted, spikey punks diving into the pit never to return. Songs like “Nothing Left” are charged and chock full of hits sounding like a demented mix of Raw Power era Stooges with the speed and aggression of The Damned or The Dead Boys. The record expands from there with songs like “Hour at a Time”- a locked in dirgy, psychedelic stroll through crime ridden city streets. From there songs like “Enemy” rip through the void with manic energy- fast, raw and visceral almost stepping into early hardcore territory. While the record has these intense dynamic shifts, Snarling Dogs glue it all together with their cohesive live rock n roll energy. Snarling Dogs is the perfect escape from the mundanity of life. Chug that 40 oz on your lunch break, smoke that entire pack of cigs, and take a piss on your boss’s car. There are two dogs in you. Now it's time to set the Snarling Dog free. -- Sims Hardin


released November 1, 2024




 



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