THE MENTHOLS "Stereoisomer" C58 (Amateur Depression) Ed. of 100.

Who gave these kids the cough syrup? Garage punk that rides the line between total banality and total brilliance. Nine songs here that throb, swagger and pummel my brain and nether regions. Sympathy For The Record Industry dons it's Lufthansa cap, dusts off it's dog collar and bull whip and road-trips out to PA for an extended erotic, psychedlics-fulled one-on-one party with Siltbreeze. Extended interludes that are actually funny. I might be over-hyping this tape (could anything ever be that good), but even so this is some tight rock 'n roll. And, Jesus, just look at that cover art! Punk as fuck!

This tape sat way too long in my car stereo this summer to finally get a review, so I gotta tell you things fast and furious. Anyone reading this: jump on this band ASAP. If these dudes were from Brooklyn, they'd be internet famous already. Once an LP hits, I reckon The Menthols will be deemed CLASSIC.

Menthols on Myspace.
Amateur Depression on Tumblr.
Amateur Depression on Myspace.
Cut to the chase and mailorder.

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NERVE CITY: “HELL” c17 (Amateur Depression)

I
gotta admit, I was kind of disappointed when I actually looked this up
online and realized that the BAND is called Nerve City and the TAPE is
called “Hell”, because at first I was like “Damn, this dude has serious
balls! How audacious is that to call your band ‘Hell’?” With that
misconception in mind, I didn’t know what to expect, but this is a
really great, albeit brief, listen. Somewhere between the lonesome
drifting of Mammal and the jangly semi-surf pop that’s currently taking
New York by storm (i.e. Crystal Stilts, Blank Dogs, etc.) lies Nerve
City, where a distant voice from a swinging telephone sings to you from
the end of a tunnel over steady gusts of guitar and the occasional drum
or organ. With three songs per side, this Richmond, Virginia loner vibe
merchant Jason Boyer (who also indentifies himself with the omega
symbol, sort of like Prince and his funky ankh) drifts by quickly
enough to knock your hat off, but slowly enough to get a good whiff of
what’s in the air.

Spraypainted, orange-foil tapes with xeroxed inserts.

http://www.myspace.com/nervecity
http://www.myspace.com/amateurdepression

http://amateurdepression.tumblr.com/

real deal matrimonyfield

go and download nerve city & brendan sullivan into your sticky screens