Nightmare Boyzzz

Published on February 17th, 2014

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Power-pop? SCUM-POP!
Get ready for a proper ass whoopin’ courtesy of Huntsville, AL’s NIGHTMARE BOYZZZ! These four crusty Buzzcocks / (early) Queers worshipping punks have assembled 11 killer tracks self-destructive swill for what will surely be heralded as the most classic record of it’s kind since the legendary “Guitar Romatic” LP from the gone, but not forgotten, Exploding Hearts. This “Bad Patterns” LP / CD features incredible axe shreddage and thunderous kit-pound throughout. From the opening anthem “Problem Child,” to every other god damn self-loathing track on this burner, NIGHTMARE BOYZZZ convulse with supersonic beer drenched grime and more hooks than a barbed wire love affair. And if that ain’t enough for ya, every inch of this creepy release has been covered in outrageous weirdo art by Sean Äaberg of the incredible PORK MAGAZINE.

nightmareboyzzzFIN600Nightmare Boyzzz’s ‘Bad Patterns’ is garage-punk perfection
One scary band name, some drugged-out cover art and song titles like “Bender,” “Valium,” “My Body Breaks Down” and “Puke My Life Up” – Bad Patterns, Nightmare Boyzzz’s debut full-length, sounds like gutter-punk, trash-metal or scuzz-rock at its filthiest, right? But that inaccurate first impression makes the insanely catchy hooks of this Alabama quintet all the more enjoyable. “Baby, It’s Alright” is classic three-chord thrash a la the Ramones, while “Don’t Wanna Feel Alright” hews closest to more recent street-punk gospel. Nightmare Boyzzz’s influences span the rock & roll ages, however, as evidenced by the nervy ’90s buzz of “Say What You Mean” and the strutting Cheap Trick-esque glam-pop of “You’re a Star.” Frontman Chris Jordan’s high-pitched vocals partially hide the intoxicated, world-gone-to-shit lyrical vibe of Bad Patterns – even bitter breakup ode “You Have No Friends” comes across as endlessly sunny. But nothing can take this 30-minute slab of lo-fi garage-punk perfection off of endless repeat. ~ Orlando Weekly

Art by Kyle Hess ART – KYLE SMILE

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