GET OUTTA PHILLY
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Dude, between the fuckin’ humidity and the double amputee crack addicts rolling around downtown, you don’t have to tell me twice to get outta Philly.*  I think that might be the idea with this one – maybe if you like the bands on this comp enough, you’ll invite them to play in your less-muggy town, and they can escape for the weekend. And so, submitted for your approval, a whole mess of Hostile City’s most notable punk and garage rock bands, in a raw, gritty clusterfuck of party-hearty piss-drunk wreck n’ roll. Dunno if it was by design or not, but all the bands on deck sound like they could comfortably fit on the same sweaty Friday night octagonal bill with nary a flying bottle incident to fuck up the night (see: the Great Boston Cracktorch/Kings Of Nuthin’ Debacle of 2002). Also – and again, no saying whether it’s on purpose or not – all the bands seem to break into the Batman theme at some point, if only for a few seconds. Perhaps that’s a tradition in the city of brotherly tough love. The Jukebox Zeros provide the suitably ragged theme song, and it’s easily the most rockin’ track on deck, a joyous, Dolls-y beerhall stomper that almost makes you wanna go TO Philly. Almost. Other highlights may very well include the caustic, stripped-down garbagebilly of Toothless George and His One Man Band, the charmingly wobbly mini-skirt garage punk of Thee Minks, and the snarly streetrock of the Party Wreckers. Of course, as with any local comp, there’s a cuppla bands here that really don’t need to be shared with the world at large, but I have no doubt that even the Squirrel Bait-baiting indie rockers in Dragon City are a vital and integral part of the soundscape in their fair and storied city.

So there ya go. If you wanna know what it’s like rubbing shoulders with the retro-fuzz hipsters down on South Street, buy this comp. Or just borrow it and buy a cheese steak, whichever.

*I was only there once, but that’s all I remember. Oh, and they like to wrap everything in bacon. And the streets are all squashed-up.

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-Sleazegrinder