DJ Phil Manley
of The Fucking Champs and Trans-Am infamy.

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The Old Haunts
Hailing from Olympia, WA, THE OLD HAUNTS find themselves nestled deep in the roots of the Pacific Northwest punk scene with predecessors such as the Wipers, Sonics and Dead Moon. THE OLD HAUNTS formed in 2001. Currently the band is a solid trio with Craig Extine (vocals and guitar), Scott Seckington (bass) and Tobi Vail (drums), who is most known for her time spent in Bikini Kill.
Keeping the torch lit on the vibe and sound coming from the scene that they are so deeply a part of, the Old Haunts add their own personal touch to the garagey punk they forcefully spit out. They layer wirey guitars over a pounding backbeat and the quirky vocals are delivered with urgency. Comparisons to Television and the Gun Club are not far from the mark although their spooky and razor sharp riffs are all their own. (bio)

The Floating Corpses

The Divine Feud

Enablers
Fitting to its name, the San Francisco quartet Enablers writes songs that are equally manipulative and encouraging to our darkest desires. The band made up of journeyman veterans of Swans, Tarnation, Nice Strong Arm and Toiling Midgets merges dramatic and flowing melodic soundscapes -- of which SF Gate calls "possibly the world's best power trio" -- with the visceral spoken narratives of underground literary veteran Pete Simonelli.

Hymns for the Drowning
I want to take you home, but it's raining and i can't drive a stick shift. Gallop like crazy to get home. Burning out repeatedly. Lighting fires illegally. Oops, no that wasn't us. Gotta get off this bus... Anyway. We like to sleep the day and wake the night. Not waste our time with toy shovels.

Indian Jewelry
"A revolving-door gang of ex-Texans (now based in L.A.) led by the rock-monikered Nikki Texas and Erika Thrasher, Indian Jewelry take Suicide's tools – echo-soaked drum machines, repetitive neon keyboard pulses and stylized vocal washes – but then put them to work. Deep, dark, dour dance music is just the foundation for a warehouse-worth of clattery percussion, reverbed guitars, electronic churn, buried saxophone blurts and synthesizer space dust. It's a vortexing black hole of sunglasses-at-night style and nihilist highway anthems." - Dusted

Excepter
"These songs are throbbing, dense, and dripping black, like rotting eggplants on terrible trampolines. The vocals are at the front and beats are high and tight. The ocean in the background might be a delayed moan or a synth note drenched in solder. When six people get together to make a dark dance record, the music is bound to be tied together in ways that defy the ear’s attempt to pinpoint the elements. It’s better to analyze Excepter as a concept or monster, rather than try to isolate certain elements and evaluate their own merit (with the exception of the vox, which float above the rest of the mix with clarity and intent). Excepter left behind psychedelia when they decided to create a prototype for some kind of post-post-punk dance haze." - Tiny Mix Tapes

Magick Daggers

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Crash Normal (France)
"From Paris, France we have the debut full length by this unique trio. They dare to fuse garage punk, funky loops, and digital cut & paste and actually pull it off. Humm, dance, break things, jump up and down to the compu-punk groove these Frenchies lay down. Some nice French lady vocals, too. And, fuck it kids, these fine Frenchtards are CRIMINALLY ignored." - S-S Records

Nothing People
"Hate to cop straight from the single’s liner notes, but they’re compared to both DEBRIS and THE TWINKEYS, two excellent exemplars of making do in smaller metropolitan or rural locales, and that’s just spot-on. I don’t know how old these gentlemen are but they’d have to be closing in on 50 to have such a killer & raw 1975-76 space punk sound this well-informed and –developed. Or maybe they’re in their twenties, and are what they call “naturals”- in which case this is only the opening salvo in what I hope will be a long career filled with riches for both performers and audience. “4 Miles High”, one of the four outstanding mind-erasers on this 7”, sounds lifted straight from CHROME’s “Half Machine Lip Moves”, and just sputters out & fades into nothingness like so many of that great record’s “songs”. These guys are a true heir to everything MONOSHOCK were at their best, and then some." - Detailed Twang

David Dondero

Nik Freitas

Society of Rockets

Crystal Antlers