Cleveland’s teenage heartbreakers, The Vacancies, have been tearing up dance floors across the Midwest with their brand of turbo-charged trampoline tantrums driven by their sweaty love of ROCK, and Smog Veil is please to release the band’s debut.
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Ten tracks of Humpers/Dead Boys/Thunders-inspired rippers to keep your heart thumpin’ and toes tappin’. The Vacancies feature Sean Watkins on drums, previously of Starvation Army (Grand Theft Audio release in the works).
from GEEKSPEAKWEEKLY.com: 'I seem to like all things Cleveland. From the short time I've spent there I think it resembles a larger version of St. Louis. The Vacancies sound like they could have held court at the old Bernard's Pub with the likes of Ultraman and Duck Duck Goose. On Gut Punch, their first full length CD, The Vacancies lay down ten great tracks, a few of which go beyond established punk rock standards. The first song, Head Case, is the CD standout (odd how that works out). Head Case has all the hooks that Blink throws away being smart asses and uses them to drill a nice size hole in your head. The sing along background vocals are a nice nod to pub anthems and unruly crowds. Most of the CD is rock solid three cords riffs (I can't tell you if The Truth is there or not, but it is a musical journey), but there are a couple like Head Case that really make you pause the Playstation and listen a bit closer. Song 13 (which is actually song 9) is another stand out track, along with the CD's namesake Gutpunch (the refrain 'I can't get my head off the ground' is going to be this years mantra watching another class of teenagers walk naively through school into real life). Of the three CD's that I received from Smog Veil, this is the one that will ride my turntable (spiritually) for the rest of the year, and the one that I will try to get the more deserving kids to buy.' (Greg Kessler)
from ALTERNATIVE PRESS #174: 'Even if you think the retro-punk thing has been done to death, the Vacancies are worth your consideration. Quite simply, they rock. That's possibly the biggest critical cliche ever, but damn it, it's fitting for the tattooed foursome. Think New Bomb Turks or Delta 72 on speed, as these guys yelp, scream and generally blaze through 10 slices of punk rock heaven. Or hell, as in 'Hellbelow', laced with bowel-voiding bass, high flying guitars and the most badass backing shouts you'll hear this year. On Gutpunch, the Vacancies rock like they mean it, man!!' --Matt Ryan
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