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Taking just one example, Top Sekoms is an alternative clothing store in East Village in operation near the crossing of Fourth Street and Bonito Avenue. Top Sekoms sells goods along the lines of punk rock-inspired T-shirts and skateboards and hosts monthly art shows every third Sunday.
“I chose this area because I like the young people that are around here. They like the different arts, and they don’t want to go to a big corporate stores, so we have a lot of different custom stuff here,” store co-owner Cesar Sanchez said.
The sophisticatedly primitive and psychotic punk sounds of LB’s Yes Mistress will have your body contorting and twitching in record time. Joe Jizzum of the now defunct Shoot it up! rejoins the realm of cutthroat and self-destructive punk with the release of the band’s latest 7 inch vinyl, Gunna Get Arrested. This smoking platter comes your way courtesy of legendary London label, No Front Teeth Records. Are you thoroughly sick of your life, don’t care about making it on time anywhere, and ready to let your yourself go into young adult dementia? Your satanic prayers have been answered with 45 revolutions per minute of two sewer-drenched anthems: “Gunna Get Arrested” and “Self Inflicted”. The tracks set the stage for sonic self-abuse with Ramones scratched guitar, spot-on drumming, and noteworthy piano popping that would make the New York Dolls jealous of these heroes for juvenile delinquents across the world.
“Arrested” boosts it into high gear with its rollicking syncopation and catchy Darby Crash-esque vocals that hone in on melody, proper brattiness included. The type of anthem you crank on a Friday night with cheap booze and your best friends after serving a week’s worth of misery at your “pay the rent” job or beating yourself up in the unemployment line. The B-Side “Self Inflicted” bombshells the listener with its toxic brand of Psychobilly. This sharp blast uses a fast tempo and bluesy harmony to elaborate upon the finer aspects of romantic pleasure and pain, literally! A blazing guitar solo detonates in the midst of the euphoric sleaze that will be stuck in your head with the cantankerous vocal harmonies.
Playing out locally at all of your favorite dives and secret watering holes, this band is making its moves on the scene. With international acclaim and attention, one has to wonder if there is a new boom for Long Beach punk on a national scale. Bands are forming, strings are broken, and the bottles smashed to bits with a new energetic wave of unpredictable musicians on the horizon. Classic Rock Magazine even features a track by the band on a CD compilation with its latest issue that reaches over 75,000 readers worldwide. Exceptional infiltration from a band born of bad vibes, a love for noise, and passion for pure rock mayhem… buy them a beer the next time you cross their path, before they steal yours.