INCH SCRAPER: HARDCORE 7″ REVIEWS OF FULL TOILET, GIVE, AND H2O
Tuesday, January 10th, 2012 at 3:30pm by Gary Suarez[The seven-inch record is a cornerstone for hardcore and the format continues to serves as an essential platform for disseminating music. Characteristically shorter song lengths make it possible for a band in this scene to make a statement over the course of multiple tracks and provide it in a way that is affordable. The purpose of the Inch Scraper column is to identify and offer short critiques of some new and recent releases in the 7" format.]
The latest installment in Give‘s informal multi-label singles series, Flower Head (Youngblood) further exploits aspects of that mid-90s post-hardcore sound that so few contemporary artists care to anymore. That’s what makes this DC act so special, at least to this greying alt rock aficionado. The titular A-side does the angular thing with an almost sleazy swagger, while the flip “Kiss The Flame” goes full Quicksand on our collective asses.




Split 7″ releases always carry a risk of one band’s side kicking the ever-lovin’ crap out of the other band’s side. Neither Ringworm nor Mindsnare deign to upstage one another on Your Soul Belongs To Us (
If you’ve been to a hardcore show in, say, the past fifteen years, chances are that at least one band on the bill played a cover song made famous by another hardcore act. It’s a surefire way to get a pit going even if your band’s original material sucks. Fortunately, H2O and Skarhead, two bands that most certainly do not suck, have decided to pay respects to their hardcore predecessors with respective covers albums. H2O just entered the studio this week to begin work on Don’t Forget Your Roots (a title that H2O fans will smirk at given the anthemic “Family Tree”), which will feature their interpretations of The Ramones, Dag Nasty, Madball, Rancid, Circle Jerks, Descendents, Cro-Mags, Bad Brains, The Clash, Government Issue, Verbal Assault, Gorilla Biscuits, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, 7 Seconds, Embrace, Social Distortion, Sick of It All and Warzone.
In a scene where yearly festivals are as abundant as they are sweaty,
If you’re one of those people who read this site every day (God bless you, you fucking masochists!), you may have noticed a lack of premium content from yours truly these past couple of weeks. That’s because I’ve been in Japan soaking in neon, dining on fresh sushi, and recoiling in horror at the perverse underbelly of otaku. I did manage to hit up a few rock bars in Osaka (Rock Rock — 
