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Deodorant: Aluminum-Free EP cassette
A write-up written by our good friend, Ralph:
An open palm implies a giving nature, ya dig?, and of course that gift may be the plaid socks from an errant aunt, the deadbeat dadâs birthday card celebrating a year +/-5 what we should really be celebrating, the stocking stuffer of bargain bin menâs cologne and matching de-odorant. And the bigger implication? Youâll never scrub clean that deep, deep funk.
But here, the Open Palm begets Deodorant: organic, time-tested, mother approved, Aluminum Free. Guaranteed to upwrench and unclench the stench of monotony from yer fetid pits, leaving only the Phunkiest of Pheromones behind. A few years removed from their stellar debut LP âSmells Good,â the Deodorizers in question cooked up what weâve all come to expect from one of Chicagoâs most interesting, creative, and uncompromising Hardcore Punk outfits: five tracks with the boom to make ya zoom (or vice versa), cemented dead center in a three circle Venn diagram titled âCool Fuckinâ Shitâ w/ SST 1-30, The Native Tongues Collective, and âthe 25Âą comic sectionâ comprising los outer tres orbs that some slap happy Nowhere, USA yuckster cooked up at 2AM.
Breathe deep, take a whiff. From their Open Palms to yours: Deodorant - Aluminum Free.
Our take: We last heard from Chicagoâs Deodorant when they released their excellent 12â on Not Normal back in 2018, and they remain a gripping and unique band. While Deodorantâs technical intricacy, the lack of self-seriousness in their presentation, and their flirtation with straight-up hardcore remind me of Warm Bodies, I think theyâre digging a little deeper for inspiration. The first track, âBunta Groovinâ / Boast Mk. IIâ sounds like the Big Boysâ punk-funk with rap vocals, while âTopâ reminds me of the Minutemenâs tenderest moments, and âVs. Son of Baconatorâ channels the prog-ism of the later SST Records catalog, albeit at several times the tempo. Then they end with a straight up hardcore ripper, âGuitar Hero World Tour,â that sounds like YDI or something. Itâs eclectic, but Deodorant is adept enough to nail all of it. A must for those of you who value both originality and intensity in your punk.
An open palm implies a giving nature, ya dig?, and of course that gift may be the plaid socks from an errant aunt, the deadbeat dadâs birthday card celebrating a year +/-5 what we should really be celebrating, the stocking stuffer of bargain bin menâs cologne and matching de-odorant. And the bigger implication? Youâll never scrub clean that deep, deep funk.
But here, the Open Palm begets Deodorant: organic, time-tested, mother approved, Aluminum Free. Guaranteed to upwrench and unclench the stench of monotony from yer fetid pits, leaving only the Phunkiest of Pheromones behind. A few years removed from their stellar debut LP âSmells Good,â the Deodorizers in question cooked up what weâve all come to expect from one of Chicagoâs most interesting, creative, and uncompromising Hardcore Punk outfits: five tracks with the boom to make ya zoom (or vice versa), cemented dead center in a three circle Venn diagram titled âCool Fuckinâ Shitâ w/ SST 1-30, The Native Tongues Collective, and âthe 25Âą comic sectionâ comprising los outer tres orbs that some slap happy Nowhere, USA yuckster cooked up at 2AM.
Breathe deep, take a whiff. From their Open Palms to yours: Deodorant - Aluminum Free.
Our take: We last heard from Chicagoâs Deodorant when they released their excellent 12â on Not Normal back in 2018, and they remain a gripping and unique band. While Deodorantâs technical intricacy, the lack of self-seriousness in their presentation, and their flirtation with straight-up hardcore remind me of Warm Bodies, I think theyâre digging a little deeper for inspiration. The first track, âBunta Groovinâ / Boast Mk. IIâ sounds like the Big Boysâ punk-funk with rap vocals, while âTopâ reminds me of the Minutemenâs tenderest moments, and âVs. Son of Baconatorâ channels the prog-ism of the later SST Records catalog, albeit at several times the tempo. Then they end with a straight up hardcore ripper, âGuitar Hero World Tour,â that sounds like YDI or something. Itâs eclectic, but Deodorant is adept enough to nail all of it. A must for those of you who value both originality and intensity in your punk.
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Deodorant: Aluminum-Free EP cassette
Deodorant: Aluminum-Free EP cassette
A write-up written by our good friend, Ralph:
An open palm implies a giving nature, ya dig?, and of course that gift may be the plaid socks from an errant aunt, the deadbeat dadâs birthday card celebrating a year +/-5 what we should really be celebrating, the stocking stuffer of bargain bin menâs cologne and matching de-odorant. And the bigger implication? Youâll never scrub clean that deep, deep funk.
But here, the Open Palm begets Deodorant: organic, time-tested, mother approved, Aluminum Free. Guaranteed to upwrench and unclench the stench of monotony from yer fetid pits, leaving only the Phunkiest of Pheromones behind. A few years removed from their stellar debut LP âSmells Good,â the Deodorizers in question cooked up what weâve all come to expect from one of Chicagoâs most interesting, creative, and uncompromising Hardcore Punk outfits: five tracks with the boom to make ya zoom (or vice versa), cemented dead center in a three circle Venn diagram titled âCool Fuckinâ Shitâ w/ SST 1-30, The Native Tongues Collective, and âthe 25Âą comic sectionâ comprising los outer tres orbs that some slap happy Nowhere, USA yuckster cooked up at 2AM.
Breathe deep, take a whiff. From their Open Palms to yours: Deodorant - Aluminum Free.
Our take: We last heard from Chicagoâs Deodorant when they released their excellent 12â on Not Normal back in 2018, and they remain a gripping and unique band. While Deodorantâs technical intricacy, the lack of self-seriousness in their presentation, and their flirtation with straight-up hardcore remind me of Warm Bodies, I think theyâre digging a little deeper for inspiration. The first track, âBunta Groovinâ / Boast Mk. IIâ sounds like the Big Boysâ punk-funk with rap vocals, while âTopâ reminds me of the Minutemenâs tenderest moments, and âVs. Son of Baconatorâ channels the prog-ism of the later SST Records catalog, albeit at several times the tempo. Then they end with a straight up hardcore ripper, âGuitar Hero World Tour,â that sounds like YDI or something. Itâs eclectic, but Deodorant is adept enough to nail all of it. A must for those of you who value both originality and intensity in your punk.
An open palm implies a giving nature, ya dig?, and of course that gift may be the plaid socks from an errant aunt, the deadbeat dadâs birthday card celebrating a year +/-5 what we should really be celebrating, the stocking stuffer of bargain bin menâs cologne and matching de-odorant. And the bigger implication? Youâll never scrub clean that deep, deep funk.
But here, the Open Palm begets Deodorant: organic, time-tested, mother approved, Aluminum Free. Guaranteed to upwrench and unclench the stench of monotony from yer fetid pits, leaving only the Phunkiest of Pheromones behind. A few years removed from their stellar debut LP âSmells Good,â the Deodorizers in question cooked up what weâve all come to expect from one of Chicagoâs most interesting, creative, and uncompromising Hardcore Punk outfits: five tracks with the boom to make ya zoom (or vice versa), cemented dead center in a three circle Venn diagram titled âCool Fuckinâ Shitâ w/ SST 1-30, The Native Tongues Collective, and âthe 25Âą comic sectionâ comprising los outer tres orbs that some slap happy Nowhere, USA yuckster cooked up at 2AM.
Breathe deep, take a whiff. From their Open Palms to yours: Deodorant - Aluminum Free.
Our take: We last heard from Chicagoâs Deodorant when they released their excellent 12â on Not Normal back in 2018, and they remain a gripping and unique band. While Deodorantâs technical intricacy, the lack of self-seriousness in their presentation, and their flirtation with straight-up hardcore remind me of Warm Bodies, I think theyâre digging a little deeper for inspiration. The first track, âBunta Groovinâ / Boast Mk. IIâ sounds like the Big Boysâ punk-funk with rap vocals, while âTopâ reminds me of the Minutemenâs tenderest moments, and âVs. Son of Baconatorâ channels the prog-ism of the later SST Records catalog, albeit at several times the tempo. Then they end with a straight up hardcore ripper, âGuitar Hero World Tour,â that sounds like YDI or something. Itâs eclectic, but Deodorant is adept enough to nail all of it. A must for those of you who value both originality and intensity in your punk.
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A write-up written by our good friend, Ralph:
An open palm implies a giving nature, ya dig?, and of course that gift may be the plaid socks from an errant aunt, the deadbeat dadâs birthday card celebrating a year +/-5 what we should really be celebrating, the stocking stuffer of bargain bin menâs cologne and matching de-odorant. And the bigger implication? Youâll never scrub clean that deep, deep funk.
But here, the Open Palm begets Deodorant: organic, time-tested, mother approved, Aluminum Free. Guaranteed to upwrench and unclench the stench of monotony from yer fetid pits, leaving only the Phunkiest of Pheromones behind. A few years removed from their stellar debut LP âSmells Good,â the Deodorizers in question cooked up what weâve all come to expect from one of Chicagoâs most interesting, creative, and uncompromising Hardcore Punk outfits: five tracks with the boom to make ya zoom (or vice versa), cemented dead center in a three circle Venn diagram titled âCool Fuckinâ Shitâ w/ SST 1-30, The Native Tongues Collective, and âthe 25Âą comic sectionâ comprising los outer tres orbs that some slap happy Nowhere, USA yuckster cooked up at 2AM.
Breathe deep, take a whiff. From their Open Palms to yours: Deodorant - Aluminum Free.
Our take: We last heard from Chicagoâs Deodorant when they released their excellent 12â on Not Normal back in 2018, and they remain a gripping and unique band. While Deodorantâs technical intricacy, the lack of self-seriousness in their presentation, and their flirtation with straight-up hardcore remind me of Warm Bodies, I think theyâre digging a little deeper for inspiration. The first track, âBunta Groovinâ / Boast Mk. IIâ sounds like the Big Boysâ punk-funk with rap vocals, while âTopâ reminds me of the Minutemenâs tenderest moments, and âVs. Son of Baconatorâ channels the prog-ism of the later SST Records catalog, albeit at several times the tempo. Then they end with a straight up hardcore ripper, âGuitar Hero World Tour,â that sounds like YDI or something. Itâs eclectic, but Deodorant is adept enough to nail all of it. A must for those of you who value both originality and intensity in your punk.
An open palm implies a giving nature, ya dig?, and of course that gift may be the plaid socks from an errant aunt, the deadbeat dadâs birthday card celebrating a year +/-5 what we should really be celebrating, the stocking stuffer of bargain bin menâs cologne and matching de-odorant. And the bigger implication? Youâll never scrub clean that deep, deep funk.
But here, the Open Palm begets Deodorant: organic, time-tested, mother approved, Aluminum Free. Guaranteed to upwrench and unclench the stench of monotony from yer fetid pits, leaving only the Phunkiest of Pheromones behind. A few years removed from their stellar debut LP âSmells Good,â the Deodorizers in question cooked up what weâve all come to expect from one of Chicagoâs most interesting, creative, and uncompromising Hardcore Punk outfits: five tracks with the boom to make ya zoom (or vice versa), cemented dead center in a three circle Venn diagram titled âCool Fuckinâ Shitâ w/ SST 1-30, The Native Tongues Collective, and âthe 25Âą comic sectionâ comprising los outer tres orbs that some slap happy Nowhere, USA yuckster cooked up at 2AM.
Breathe deep, take a whiff. From their Open Palms to yours: Deodorant - Aluminum Free.
Our take: We last heard from Chicagoâs Deodorant when they released their excellent 12â on Not Normal back in 2018, and they remain a gripping and unique band. While Deodorantâs technical intricacy, the lack of self-seriousness in their presentation, and their flirtation with straight-up hardcore remind me of Warm Bodies, I think theyâre digging a little deeper for inspiration. The first track, âBunta Groovinâ / Boast Mk. IIâ sounds like the Big Boysâ punk-funk with rap vocals, while âTopâ reminds me of the Minutemenâs tenderest moments, and âVs. Son of Baconatorâ channels the prog-ism of the later SST Records catalog, albeit at several times the tempo. Then they end with a straight up hardcore ripper, âGuitar Hero World Tour,â that sounds like YDI or something. Itâs eclectic, but Deodorant is adept enough to nail all of it. A must for those of you who value both originality and intensity in your punk.











