What I Heard This Morning: The Spits

Promoting a song called "My Life Sucks" is not only very high school for me, but also very Descendents.  Punk band The Spits are putting out a new fifth album, which is as self-titled as their last four.  All the info and links come courtesy of Force Field PR.  Enjoy the post-pubescent whine.

   The Spits - "My Life Sucks" by forcefieldpr

The Spits prep new album for In The Red, launch tour next week in Portland

MP3: "My Life Sucks" -

Everyone's favorite space-age mutant skate punks are back with their long awaited fifth album (self-titled as were the previous four) and and it does not disappoint. Twelve new action-packed songs of apocalyptic fuzzed-out over driven madness.

The Spits are already as ingrained in modern punk music as possible, yet still manage to devour the rip-offs and influence the youth of today without even looking like they're trying. Going strong now for over fifteen years, smashing the windows and tearing down the walls of our minds every time they roll through town, these truly vicious visionaries have cooked punk down to its most powerful base form, crawling like Neanderthals through the muck, and creating a flaming trail of hits that'll take quite a fit of dementia to ever forget. A perfect distillation of punk's original open-ended weirdness, and modern music's serrated salvation, The Spits have proven themselves to be no one to fuck with, over and over again. True headliners, never to be followed and for good reason.

An old tape passed along through one of their biggest and earliest Supporters-Sir Lord Bob Kondrak of Seattle-was what really blew up the spot everywhere we managed to hijack the stereos during that magical summer of 2001, and ever since, The Spits have been setting the bar high, throughout the Midwest, and soon after, the world over. With an ingenious amalgamation of DEVO's early synth work in tandem with the absolute best Thug-Punk grunt the Ramones could ever maliciously muster, The Spits never try to reinvent anything, they just rip it's head off and drive it home time and time again.

They've always been one of the most original bands of the twenty-first century, yet it never really seemed like they weren't doing anything too experimental, save their signature, yet refreshingly just-ahead-of-their-time, synth/drum machine noise they forced the fickle punk crowds to gladly swallow. When we finally caught wind of them, the demonic void that they filled was utterly too much to handle, and hence became the number one band everyone wanted to see, and we became the first of many fanatics to fly the band into town for our Chicago Blackout festival. It was that pre-information overload-type of underground music mystery that just gets all the endorphins rushing. I mean, were they even real? And the way their throbbingly addictive songs just drip like sticky tar out of the speakers, their guitars that sound like food processors seemed to dull all our senses, just at the same time that the impeccable lyrics invigorate us beyond belief.

Possibly one of the only modern bands to have several of their songs being covered by their contemporaries, The Spits have already done so much, but still have so much more to come, as they continue to influence anyone with a penchant for irresistible punk music, played like there's nothing to lose.

In The Red records couldn't be happier or prouder to finally have the Spits as part of their roster!!

11/03 Portland, OR Star Theater #
11/04 Seattle, WA Chop Suey (official record release party) #
11/07 Reno, NV Holland Project #
11/08 Sacramento, CA Luigi's Fun Garden #
11/09 Oakland, CA The New Parish #
11/10 Santa Cruz, CA Catalyst
11/11 Ventura, CA Billy O's
11/12 Los Angeles, CA Nomad Gallery
11/13 San Diego, CA Til-Two Club

# = w/ Mouthbreathers

The Spits
S/T (V)
(In The Red)
Street Date: Nov. 1, 2011

MySpace - http://www.myspace.com/thespits
Label - http://www.intheredrecords.com/

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