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12 Cent Takes It One Step Further
Album: For the Win (2007)
Artist: 12 Cent
Label: Olde Tyme Productions
Where available/price: Interpunk.com for $8. Music Trader in Pacific Beach for $8.
Songs: 1) FTW! 2) 1231 3) Meat Rent 4) Vital Organ 5) Boner City 6) The Party Song 7) We’re a Bunch of DICKS 8) Motorcycles 9) Smell My Knee 10) He’s Rocked! It’s All Over!
Band: Dan (bass, vocals), Tom (guitar, vocals), Pete (guitar, vocals), Bispo (piano, vocals), Brian (drums, vocals)
Website: 12cent.com
“No one is as sensitive to perceived slights as tough guys.” — Sam Sheridan, A Fighter’s Heart: One Man’s Journey Through the World of Fighting.
In a genre based on pissing people off, 12 Cent takes it one step further. Dig around for reviews of 12 Cent on punk message boards and you’ll see a lot of references to “mall punk,” “Cali-core,” and “crap.” The “punkier than thou” crowd disapproves of the band’s recent inclusion of a piano and harmonized vocals. Good thing most “hardcore punks” are angsty, teenage, illiterate, nose-picking mouth-breathers, barely fit for running a coffee machine.
12 Cent’s collision of rough three-chord rock with twangy, sometimes honky-tonk piano feels almost illegal and blasphemous, which is of course what punk is about. Their Boston accents and raucous shouting brings a party mood. Eleven rip-tearing tracks totaling 28 aggressive minutes (filled with imagery of beer, sex, and stinky couches) agitates even the worst of attention deficits.
The DIY production includes screw-ups, outtakes, and recordings of bar crowds drunkenly chanting (some loving accords, some hateful epithets), which is punk perfection…someone should tell the “hardcores” that it’s not about holding hands and agreeing.
Here's something you might be interested in.
12 Cent Takes It One Step Further
12 Cent Takes It One Step Further
Album: For the Win (2007)
Artist: 12 Cent
Label: Olde Tyme Productions
Where available/price: Interpunk.com for $8. Music Trader in Pacific Beach for $8.
Songs: 1) FTW! 2) 1231 3) Meat Rent 4) Vital Organ 5) Boner City 6) The Party Song 7) We’re a Bunch of DICKS 8) Motorcycles 9) Smell My Knee 10) He’s Rocked! It’s All Over!
Band: Dan (bass, vocals), Tom (guitar, vocals), Pete (guitar, vocals), Bispo (piano, vocals), Brian (drums, vocals)
Website: 12cent.com
“No one is as sensitive to perceived slights as tough guys.” — Sam Sheridan, A Fighter’s Heart: One Man’s Journey Through the World of Fighting.
In a genre based on pissing people off, 12 Cent takes it one step further. Dig around for reviews of 12 Cent on punk message boards and you’ll see a lot of references to “mall punk,” “Cali-core,” and “crap.” The “punkier than thou” crowd disapproves of the band’s recent inclusion of a piano and harmonized vocals. Good thing most “hardcore punks” are angsty, teenage, illiterate, nose-picking mouth-breathers, barely fit for running a coffee machine.
12 Cent’s collision of rough three-chord rock with twangy, sometimes honky-tonk piano feels almost illegal and blasphemous, which is of course what punk is about. Their Boston accents and raucous shouting brings a party mood. Eleven rip-tearing tracks totaling 28 aggressive minutes (filled with imagery of beer, sex, and stinky couches) agitates even the worst of attention deficits.
The DIY production includes screw-ups, outtakes, and recordings of bar crowds drunkenly chanting (some loving accords, some hateful epithets), which is punk perfection…someone should tell the “hardcores” that it’s not about holding hands and agreeing.
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