Sunday, May 03, 2026

Rob Moss and Skin-Tight Skin and 7 Door Sedan - Split single


This is my sixth time writing about Rob Moss and Skin-Tight Skin's split single series. This series is one of the most interesting and enjoyable musical endeavors I've had the pleasure of following in recent years. Out today is the latest installment, which finds Moss collaborating with 7 Door Sedan, the Silver Spring, Maryland–based trio featuring singer/guitarist Glenn Kowalski from legendary D.C. punk band White Boy. 

As always, the format is that the two bands cover each other. I think what I like most about this series is that nobody ever settles for a straight "faithful" cover. In his vision for what these splits ought to be, Moss really seems to encourage creative interpretations of the selected songs. And we need more of that in today's music, when cover songs are too often dismissed as filler. There's real artistic value in taking someone else's song and making it your own. 

On this release, Moss, joined by Tom McNally and Steve Naff, adds a new wrinkle to that concept. He covers not one but two songs by 7 Door Sedan: the opening and closing numbers off the band's 2008 LP Killer Good. Remarkably, Moss and Skin-Tight Skin combine "Everything in The World" and "Cement Man" so seamlessly that you might not even realize these were two separate songs. As a single track, "Everything in The World/Cement Man" is not just a creative reworking of the original songs. It's also a little bit of a different sound for Moss: less sneering '70s punk and glam and more of a moody post-punk slow burn. Moss really shows his talents as a pure singer here, and I love his rather eerie guitar work. 

On its side of the digital wax, 7 Door Sedan goes big and takes on one of Moss's signature songs: "I'm On a Rocket Ship (Heading My Way Back Home)" from the album Now With More Rockets. As you would expect from 7 Door Sedan, the T. Rex vibes loom large. Kowalski played lead guitar on the original version, so he came to this song with a unique perspective. But he and his bandmates Josh Singer and Norman van der Sluys definitely transform the song here, trading the intergalactic anthemic feel of the original for a grittier, slightly Stones-ish approach. And I'm left feeling the way I don't feel enough when I hear covers: more appreciative of the original than ever but also blown away by the new rendition. 

What really hits me about all these Rob Moss and Skin-Tight Skin splits is that the two bands involved are never merely just friends — they're also huge fans of each other's music. You can sense the love for the source material and admire the effort made to do something genuinely transformative as a tribute. This latest installment involves two immensely significant figures in the history of D.C. punk rock. And the point is that neither is resting on any laurels. Moss and Kowalski are out there making vital and exciting music, and it ought to be heard.

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The Chelsea Curve - The Rideout


Can we rightfully call an album that comes out on May 1st a "summer" release? Can we even call it an album if it only has seven songs? I suppose those questions are up for debate. But since I find such debates largely obnoxious, I'm going to say "yes" and "yes" in the case of The Chelsea Curve's The Rideout, out now on Rum Bar Records. On its second album, the Boston-based trio is giving feelgood vibes all day long. Some recent years were trying for The Chelsea Curve, but the band has endured it all and now finds itself inspired and excited about what's ahead. 

The theme of The Rideout comes through loudly and clearly: life is short, so live it up! "This record is about living for the moment, being with your people, and just enjoying life," says bassist/vocalist Linda Pardee. That spirit comes through not just in the lyrics but also in the music. If anything, coming back from all that adversity has energized the trio's sound. While the Chelsea Curve still lives in that mod/punk/pop lane, this album in particular puts the "power" in power pop. Pardee, guitarist Tim Gillis, and dynamo drummer Bruce Caporal tear into these tunes with force and vigor, and what results is 20 minutes of infectious and incredibly exciting music. If I might be so bold as to call this the first summer record of 2026, then the timing of its release was certainly no coincidence. This is your soundtrack to the good times that lie in front and ahead of you — some of which will certainly involve you at the wheel of some sort of motor vehicle with the sun shining and the wind at your back, en route to days and nights of adventure, romance, fun, and friendship. 

The leanness of The Rideout is almost certainly by design. Every song clocks in somewhere in the neighborhood to two-to-three minutes and embodies perfect pop with a whole lot of snap and crackle. Three of these songs were released as digital singles last year, yet it feels like these seven tracks were meant to be heard together and in this precise order. "Ride" is the tone-setter —  a song that literally invites the listener to join along in living for the moment. Last year's summer hit "Kindawanna" is the perfect follow-up —  an ode to all those things you can't wait to do with that present or future special someone in your life. After another vintage Chelsea Curve mod-pop bopper in "Outta My Head," there are some cool surprises. "Never Come Down," another song about seizing a magical moment, features Gillis on lead vocals and channels Oasis by way The Who in its psychedelic era. "I Can't Help It" is an homage to Letters To Cleo and the heyday of Boston indie power pop. The band goes full-on "freedom rock" on closing track "Rally 'Round," and any skepticism I may have originally had about this song was wiped away as soon as I heard how it and "Ride" bookend the album with affirmations of community and hope. 

Arriving four years after its predecessor All the Things, The Rideout captures a considerably evolved and revitalized Chelsea Curve. The sound is bigger and more layered, and the vibe is so joyful and optimistic that some might take it as corny. But as Pardee says, "Life's way too short to be precious." Rebounding from dark times and riding the spark that a drummer like Caporal can bring to a band, The Chelsea Curve is in the mood for (as a wise man once put it) rocking out and having fun. So yeah, this is not just a summer album. It's THE summer album. Push play and raise a glass to life!

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Muck and the Mires - Ghost of Roky Erickson


That ever-dependable institution of Boston garage rock is back with another slab of toe-tapping, hip-shaking goodness! I speak, of course, of Muck and the Mires, a foursome as consistent and notorious as death and taxes combined. Out on Madrid's stellar Ghost Highway Recordings, the new EP Ghost of Roky Erickson follows the typical Muck recipe. You get two wild, garage-rocking smashers and two power pop gems that sound like they could have been plucked straight from the British Invasion (one of them actually was!). The ripping title track is one of the rockers. The song title is no red herring. The song really does describe an encounter with the ghost of Roky Erickson (on the 13th floor of an elevator, of course!). If you're going to come face-to-face with a ghost, wouldn't this be the one you'd want to meet? I always love a tune that tells a story! This song proves to be as inspired as its subject matter — just the latest in a long line of bangers from the Muck hit factory. "Hey Sunshine" is firmly in 1963 Beatles territory, and "It's Gonna Be Alright" is a killer cover of the Gerry & The Pacemakers classic. Bringing it on home is "Dead To Me," a stomping kiss-off that combines some good, old-fashioned spurned lover bitterness with deliciously dark humor. And that's that: four tunes in a little over nine minutes, and it's all perfect rock 'n' roll just as the music gods intended. You always know what you're getting from Muck and the Mires, and it never stops being thrilling. My friends here in the states can pick this one up from the Rum Bar Records Bandcamp page!

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Friday, May 01, 2026

Taxi Girls - "Say It!"


Get ready, folks: Taxi Girls are about to drop a bomb with their forthcoming debut album! Static will release in late June on Stomp Records in North America and Wild Honey Records in Europe. It has been nearly three years since this Montreal-based now-foursome released its debut EP. I've been looking forward to a full-length Taxi Girls album for a long time, and I am pleased to tell you that it's everything I was hoping for and then some. Pre-orders for Static are now live, and lead track "Say It!" has premiered as the first single. This tune is an absolute ball of fire — a fierce and furious shot of super-catchy punk rock 'n' roll with a chorus that will have you screaming along at the top of your lungs. The lyrics paint a picture that will be all-too-familiar to so many of you who have given so much of yourself to someone who gives you so little in return:

I give you all of me  
'Cause that’s what you need 
My hand that feeds
It’s killing me 
I give you all of me  
'Cause that’s what you need 
My hand that feeds
It’s killing me 

Who's not going to be feeling that? The sentiment is simple yet incredibly relatable. And then that chorus comes along and hits like a ton of bricks. It's not just the words but also the conviction with which they're delivered that makes this song so powerful. The ability to turn personal frustration and hardship into something this thrilling and energizing is a true gift, and these four bad-ass women have blessed us with a bona fide anthem. However loud you've got your volume set at will not be loud enough once you push play on the video! A couple more singles are due before Static releases. In the meantime, you might as well pre-order the record on nifty colored vinyl. This is gonna be a Taxi Girls summer! And by the way: Go Habs Go!

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The Sleeveens - National Anthem


Behold the mighty and magnificent Sleeveens, authors of one of the greatest punk rock debut albums of recent memory! Today they return with their highly anticipated sophomore effort, National Anthem — released on the beyond-iconic Goner Records. The Sleeveens  — Stefan Murphy, James Mechan, Ryan Sweeney, and Eli Steele — have been wowing just about everyone who has heard or seen them since they came storming out of Nashville (and Dublin) three years ago. The subsequent singles "UFO's" and "Downtown" were more than satisfying, but a new album is what we've really been craving ever since the first one was released on Dirtnap Records in early 2024. I must admit that I went to bed last night with the giddy anticipation of hearing National Anthem when I woke up this morning. So was I disappointed? Come on! While it's certainly too soon for me to be lobbing grandiose superlatives into the ether, I can say that The Sleeveens have risen to the occasion of following an acclaimed debut. And that's never easy to do. 

If you loved the first album, you will almost certainly love National Anthem as well. The Sleeveens haven't veered far from the approach that worked so well last time: catchy, hard-driving punk rock 'n' roll full of genuine heart and soul. But this album is by no means a knock-off of its predecessor. This is such a unique band since Murphy is not necessarily writing "punk" songs. He brings a broad array of musical and life influences to his songwriting process. He writes the songs, and then they become Sleeveens songs once they are arranged and recorded by the full band. It's no wonder that people hear this group and immediately notice this is something quite different from anything else that's out there. And yet it all comes together as if the music gods had deemed it. Where else are you going to hear a Southern garage punk rock 'n' roll band fronted by an Irish poet? 

For various reasons, the comparisons to Reigning Sound and Compulsive Gamblers will be inevitable. But there's so much more to The Sleeveens than that. National Anthem has its share of blistering rockers. The 1-2 punch of "If I Was a Casual" and "I Was Born on a Saturday Night" opens the album with the proverbial bang. "Long Black Summer" is in a similar vein. But overall, this is a nicely varied set of songs. "My Pretend Boyfriend" is the closest The Sleeveens have ever come to power pop. "Town Of Horseheads," a new arrangement of one of Murphy's old songs, is a droning, moody number that closes Side 1 in epic fashion. "The Rat" is a cover The Walkmen's early 2000s post-punk classic, done Sleeveens style. "Ernest and Julio" is a straight-forward pub rocker. "Six Counties Punk" could almost be The Clash. "High Babies, Low Babies" is an impassioned blast of darker melodic punk. "Cowboy Queen" is vintage Sleeveens, and that's something I will never tire of. The title track, an unflinching indictment of America under the current regime, has the feel of a folk ballad. A less musically aggressive approach proved really effective on this track because you feel the weight and conviction of every word that comes out of Murphy's mouth. To say he doesn't hold back his feelings would be an understatement. Talk about an anthem for the moment!

I never envy a band that has the task of following a nearly perfect debut album. That first album arrives, and people are approaching it with a blank slate. They have nothing to compare it to, and so they can just enjoy it for what it is. But then comes the next album, and it arrives with lofty expectations. I can't speak for The Sleeveens and their intentions, but it seems like they didn't fall into the trap of overthinking this record. They just did their thing. Stefan Murphy is one of the most talented and prolific songwriters on the planet, and The Sleeveens are a dynamite rock 'n' roll band. Put those two things together, and it's hard to screw it up. I won't even bother comparing National Anthem to the first album. On its own merits, it's a great record — and an inspired one, too. These are songs you crank up loud not just to entertainment yourself but to energize your soul. Murphy writes songs about his life, life in general, and the world at large. While not a "political" album per se, National Anthem certainly has its moments where it speaks to what's going on in the world. And in 2026, why wouldn't it? This is a band that matters making music that matters, and we are lucky to live in a world that has The Sleeveens in it. 

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Sunday, April 26, 2026

Radio Weekend - Circles


In recent months, I've written about a couple of singles from Seattle, Washington's Radio Weekend. This foursome is my kind of band. They're right there in that punk-adjacent power pop lane that has always been a sweet spot for me, but they don't really sound like any other band out there. They've carved themselves a nice little niche of their own. They cite some classic influences (The Cars, Cheap Trick, Ramones) but never really sound like they're trying to imitate those bands. There are a couple homages here and there (see if you can spot them!), but Radio Weekend's sound is more of a general vibe. As I listen to new EP Circles, my mind keeps jumping to '90s punk-pop and alt-rock — but by way of the late '70s and early '80s. Essentially, this is the band for all of us who were drawn to pop-punk and power pop because we were new wave kids.

I've previously commented on "Rather Be Lonely" and "By My Side." Circles includes those two songs plus four more. If crunchy, punchy power poppy goodness is your jam, you will find much to like here. If you were out and about and heard any of these songs pop up on a random playlist, you'd be like, "Wow! Who is this?" These guys aren't trying to break new ground, but there sure is a place in 2026 for three-minute love songs that sound like they could have been radio hits 30 or 40 years ago.  These guys sure know how to write a catchy tune with some oomph to it. "Back to Yesterday" and The Last Ones' cover "Number One Again" are on the punkier end of the spectrum, while "Can't Slow Down" is solid mid-tempo power pop. The title track, which tops the four-minute mark, achieves the perfect balance of punch and melancholy. And man, that hook is massive! You totally could have danced to this one with your junior high crush at the 8th grade formal. Is "Rather Be Lonely" still "the hit"? Probably. But this is a darn solid EP all the way through, and I love how the cassette packaging throws it back to the era in culture that inspired these songs. Kudos to Michael Springer and Scott Von Rocket (a supporter of mine for 30 years!) for mixing and mastering these tracks into radio-ready shape.

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The Fix - Best Days of Your Life


So I got a direct message from Eric Anderson, who had gotten a direct message from Dan Henry about this new-old album from a band called The Fix. How cool is it that all these years later, those Gun Fury guys are still influencing the music I listen to? The Fix was a band from Oxfordshire fronted by Tim Field, formed in 1994. Pop Affliction Records has finally given the band's album Best Days of Your Life a proper release, and the thing is absolutely fantastic. Field describes the band's sound as "BritPop," but this is not quite the same sort of Brit-pop that was becoming all the rage right around the time this album was recorded. The Fix's sound was more traditionally British guitar pop in a very elegant sort of way. You can hear the influence of The Kinks and The Jam along with some of the jangly indie pop that would have been quite contemporary at the time. Most importantly, the songwriting is superb. These are thoughtful, beautifully-crafted songs with hooks that cannot be denied. This an album full of interesting stories and deep reflections on life. The moment you hear "Lottery," you'll be stunned that a song this brilliant has been sitting in the vault for three decades. If you enjoy power pop and late '80s/early '90s indie rock that wears its Britishness on its sleeve, you're going to go nuts for Best Days of Your Life. The fact that this album includes an adaptation of a John Betjeman poem and a cover of a song by The Action tells you quite a lot about The Fix. Kudos to Pop Affliction for unearthing this gem! Right now, the album is available on cassette tape, but something tells me a vinyl release will happen sooner or later.

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