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TPR 141LP
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$23.00
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RELEASE DATE: 11/28/2025
Originally released in 2024. "Meet the new kings of Saturday Night! Circulators have proudly taken on the mantle of San Francisco's only Rock N Roll band, sharing the stage with pretty much any group of consequence that comes through the Bay. Following up a killer that immediately had audiences firing off a gushing email, THE CIRCS are back with their debut LP and its all killer no filler! A full-on party starting punk romper. '90s garage punk ala Teengenerate, with the sneer of the Saints, and the hooks of the ZEROS. It's not all grime and grit though THE CIRCS find time to get a little introspective on a few tunes and even throw a punk ballad into the mix that is every bit as great as 'I Want You Around' or 'You Might Get Me.' An extremely impressive debut."
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TPR 142LP
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$23.00
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RELEASE DATE: 11/28/2025
"Total Punk's hardest working band Pyrex, are back with their sophomore LP Body. A 16-minute crash course on Human Anatomy led by Jeffrey Dahmer. Concise, eerie, and extremely well crafted. All sinew and muscle, not an ounce of fat to be found on this 8-song ripper! Brain rattling, ear splitting raw power punk. Heavily distorted, pummeling, and covered in bloody spittle. The perfect soundtrack for cutting your hair with a lawnmower."
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TPR 148LP
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$29.00
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RELEASE DATE: 11/28/2025
"After three albums, two 7"s, a feature length documentary and a smattering of cassettes, the Simps have entered middle age. An unflattering era in the life of a band where the shiny novelty of youth has disintegrated, pressures to expand or leave this mortal coil have mounted and the darling status once indiscriminately slathered onto their oeuvre relegated to the shadows, a blink in the continuum of the next-big-thing economy. Many believe aging gracefully is a myth, and that may be so, but people like Joe, Chris, Obe, Zak and cohort Cole know no other way than to slog onward and upward. With the departure of keyboard magnate Tom Tom, the unequivocal straight man to the chaotic ensemble, the group was due for a proper unravelling or a long hard look in the mirror. Tantric Decapitation was recorded live at Value Sound Studios in two days by Renny Wilson, and after nominal mixing attempts, left bare. It was an exercise in introspection, the gritty product destined to be a looking glass into the rough-hewn nature of the band's sound. Despite the realism and immediacy of this double album, one thing was certain: every record needs a story: a platitude drilled into the heads of banal musicians and record execs alike. Doesn't matter the fortitude of the yarn however, just the way you use it. As such, the Educated Fools were born. A fictional group from the wilds of Nantucket, primed for the newborn sheen the Simps would never touch again. Through devious ploys and high-brow marketing efforts, Total Punk Records concocted a salacious and expansive tale that no groveling blogger or egomaniacal music journalist could ignore, or so we thought. All this context may serve you dear listener, but the meat of this epic remains the same whether you choose to believe myself or the fake news strewn across the internet. This is a steadfast document of unhinged, unedited rock music unlike what you will find anywhere else. It is singular, whether it is total indulgence or just a bad idea."
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TPR 136LP
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$23.00
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RELEASE DATE: 11/28/2025
Originally released in 2024. "Emerging from their vile tomb once again, Total Hell has risen and conjured their debut LP Killed by Evil -- a perfect amalgamation of demonic metal and raw, prodding punk. With Killed By Evil, this band of twisted rippers featuring New Orleans elites Drew Owen (Sick Thoughts), John Henry (Static Static), Michael Hohan (Trampoline Team), and Panzer (Persuaders/Tirefire) tap even deeper into the sullen world of brutal '80s metal and hardcore. On Killed By Evil, Total Hell masterfully references the sounds of bands like Venom, John Carpenter, Slayer, and Discharge, while creating their own cursed, singular vibe. On tracks like 'Demonized' and 'Nuclear Satanic Warfare,' Total Hell taps into warped, proto-metal landscapes accessing dark, ruthless shredding and pummeling d-beat. While on the 'Intro' and 'Outro' tracks, the band takes the listener on a demented, atmospheric odyssey with synthesized soundscapes and psychedelic space guitar tangles. The album's arrangement is deeply intentional and conceptual glued together with devilish samples and glitchy, synthesized transitions, all while astral projecting hellish nightmares into the listeners feeble minds with their wicked and unhinged lyrics. Run for your life, fuckers. Total Hell and Killed By Evil are here to blow your putrid mind and bludgeon you beyond recognition with endless, unmerciful riffing." --Sims Hardin
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TPR 145LP
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$25.00
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RELEASE DATE: 11/28/2025
"Reissue of the second LP from Albuquerque, New Mexico's The Drags. 12 tracks of top of the slop '90s trash punk reissued for the very first time. A bit beefier than the debut but still a completely lo-fi affair. Budget anthems about electricity, explosives, and cannibalism! Without The Drags and this album in particular there would be no Total Punk!"
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TPR 143LP
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"The 22nd anniversary John Cale mix/David Bowie master of Real Losers' Time To Lose. 20+ years of dust lovingly crammed into each groove. All manners of scientific advancement and technological innovation were used by Dr. Gary Jarman, during remixing, to ensure that none of the hiss was lost while elevating the thud! A perfect thud to crud ratio is maintained throughout the 30+ minute listening experience. Blown out budget friendly punk from the dawn on the 21st century!"
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TPR 146LP
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"I stumbled upon the Drags way back in 1995. It was my first trip outside the state of Florida as an adult. We were going up to Atlanta to see The Cramps. I knew nothing about The Drags but the cover caught my eye and Johnny B from The Crumbs told me I had to buy it. He also handed me the first Back From The Grave that day. Later that night I saw and heard Guitar Wolf for the first time. It was my first introduction to Estrus, Crypt, and the genre of 'garagepunk.' A pivotal day indeed, and for better or worse, started me on my path into the luxurious life of a dirt broke middle aged label owner. From there on I was buying anything with the Estrus or Crypt logo and scouring the Estrus catalog for more lo-fi trashy tunes. For my money and in all my searching no one did it better than The Drags! Their name should be up there with Teengenerate, Supercharger, and The Mummies! All these years later and I still consistently pull out my Drags records and they sound just as exciting to me now as they did at the age of 18. The songs are razor sharp, never let up, and make you want to throw your body against the wall and shout. Then there is the fantastic imagery provided by Art Chantry." --Total Punk Records
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TPR 144LP
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"Everybody loves their mother, even punks. The birth of Heavy Mother came post-'Vid via Mr. Mom Eddie Flowers, the legendary underground rocker whose roots and righteousness date back to The Gizmos and run through Crawlspace. A smattering of newborn heads from The Cowboys, Circuit Des Yeux, ABC Gum, and Chud soon flanked Flowers and launched a Real-Rock campaign through the basements and barrooms of Hoosierville. Brews were crushed, bongs were ripped, tapes and records trickled out, most notably 2022's wonderful This Time Around LP on Feel It Records. The world's been the better for all of this, not that it deserves any of it. What now is this Heavy Möther II thang? Only the beefiest, most drool-inducing sequel / mutation imaginable. Spurred by mutual admiration and a well-timed business trip, The Core Mommies find themselves joined by Joe Chamandy of The Retail Simps and Craig Bell of Rocket From The Tombs. The punky pedigree on display here is enough to choke any fanzine editor, but the fruit of this union is the absolute stickiest. Ante upped! One weekend, ten songs, one show -- That's Heavy Möther II. Loose sketches and wild ideas shaped by masters of the craft and there's not a stinker to be found. 'Window In The Door' is psych-punk in the truest form, recalling The 13th Floors Elevators at their sickest. 'Couchlock!' is hereby crowned punkdom's finest ode to stoner paralysis, giving Three Stoned Men's 'Too Lazy To Pee' some much needed (additional) rest. There's new life spat into oldies from Randy Newman and The Troggs and an urgent, bootleg-true rendition of The Velvet Underground's 'Foggy Notion' that serves as the album's spiritual anchor. It all amounts to quite the soirée and we're lucky as hell to have a ticket. As Heff's brilliant liners attest, each of these Mothers bring an unshakeable cross-generational love of subterranean rock'n'roll to the proceedings -- a gut-rooted know-how that allows each of them to 'live by and understand the depths of the art from itself.' Heavy Möther II pumps in tradition of one-off wonders like Bad Times and Ego Summit, capturing those rare, fleeting moments when all-star forces converge under prime unrestricted conditions, shoot wildly from-the-hip, and bring the racket of their dreams into reality. It's pure, unchained, burnt-end, woolly mammoth rock'n'roll and of course it's 100% total punk!" --Mitch Cardwell
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TPR 128LP
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"Quickly gaining ground on Jake Robertson as Australia's most prolific artist, Ishka Edmeades (Satanic Togas, Set-Top Box, RRC, Gee Tee, Remote Control, Mainframe) is back with the debut LP as Tee Vee Repairmann. Sharp edged, hook heavy punk with a generous helping of glammy power pop. This is a sure fire hit parade. Co-released by our friends Computer Human Records in Australia."
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TPR 131LP
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"Cherry Cheeks are back with the follow up to their highly praised debut LP. Now a full band based out of Portland, OR with a few successful tours under their belt and a strongly defined sound CCLPII picks up where last year's Cherry Radio EP left off. The songs are more fleshed out, the production crisper, and the hooks are gigantic with layers of synths and electronic bleeps and blurps peppered throughout. The manic energy is still front and center but the poppier elements hinted at with songs like 'Go Outside' and'Two Bugs' on their debut are given much greater focus on the album's hit heavy A-side. On the flip the album takes a darker and more sinister turn. The synths are more heavily featured the vocals have more bite and the punk muscle fully flexed. Cherry Cheeks prove they've got some staying power and I'm excited to see what they have in store for CCLPIII. Catchy, razor sharp, and 100% TOTAL PUNK!"
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TPR 130LP
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"After countless hours of data driven market research it was determined that the wild success of the first Retail Simps album, Reverberant Scratch was 82.6% due to the cheeky and iconic album cover, as such the group was faced with a dilemma. Using focus groups funded by the Center for Odd Human Behaviour (COHB), the group surmised that the man pictured on said cover, none other than Montreal born chanteur Joe Chamandi, reminded the typical unsophisticated commoner of their ner'e do well uncle, and it is this sense of uncanny familiarity that drove people to purchase the record. Upon first needle drop it was revealed to house an abhorrent and obfuscatingly decrepit take on roots rock. Armed with this keen analytical knowledge, the band and their creative team harnessed the boundless marketability of the Trashmen, Dancing Cigarettes and 2 Live Crew to adorn their new disc with an equally palatable and deceptive frontal armour, provoking the straight-laced garage rocker of yore to pay the price of entry. Once the branding and visual identity of this little package invited potential listeners in, they were met with incorrigible confusion. You see, after being pigeonholed by the punk paparazzi as a lowly party band, the Simps were tasked with driving home their knack for fervent versatility. This new record captures a group, in the clutches of maturity, boasting their emotional depth, triumphant chops and humble servitude to the trade of rock n roll clowning. Recalling the double speak of VU's murder mystery, the soul bent lament of Fred Cole and the bastardized funk of Minutemen, the Simps have thusly widened their sonic palate and created yet another masterpiece of the modern age. This is the southern soul of Memphian tradesmen flipped on it's snowy head, conjuring an impure regionalism that was largely thought to be dead and gone. An alternate kind of Northern Soul with a frosty Arctic sheen. More spazzed out guitar, more howling lunacy, more heat of the moment, turnt poetry and outside the box-isms. 'The Simpies have done it again!' Proclaim the industrial-indie-music-complex! Bolstered by the angelic croon of theee Simpettes and the honking heart-wrench of theee Horny Boys, Theee Retail Simpletones bring you this 82.5 % Total Punk din!"
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TPR 122LP
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"What if the Velvet Underground had written 'Wooly Bully' and Sam The Sham 'Sister Ray?' If Ron House picked up some bongos and joined CCR or if Half Japanese and Hasil Adkins started a Meters cover band? This is the scrap yard of the Retail Simp's mind. Gang activity started when moldy Joe (Celluloid Lunch, Itchy Self...) enlisted fellow rhythm bro, Tom tha Moleanderthal (Feeling Figures, Hélène Barbier Band...) to make a perfect record in the Ides of Corona March. A million doll hairs and several rock bottoms later, the idea was to make something that would easily fall apart, this was executed with Montreal's best and brightest in the wings, lending a foot (all in the name of bogtime[sic] exposure). Bathroom-stall-wart and Barstool-smart Chrispy Burns (Terminal Sunglasses, American Devices...) was brought in to add his patented 'racket roll' guit-o-rama. James 'Gogo' Goddard (SkinTone, Egyptian Cotton Arkestra...) skronked his reliable sax machine and the ticket was printed. Short on practice and high on ideas, thee Retail Simple Tones were born, well-traveled and unraveled individuals, bound by a musical adventure. Now to show for it, Reverberant Scratch is a nine-track ruckus of tinny guitar sketching, horn-honking deliberations, keyboardarific doodles, and whatever else one can summon in a basement to bang on. It's a ramshackle party stabber. Loose, loud, and 100% TOTAL PUNK!!!"
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