Sueves, The

Sueves, The

Tears Of Joy

Magicatalog

***"The Sueves (with previous releases on Hozac / Bachelor / Goodbye Boozy Records) are back with our 3rd full length LP, Tears of Joy. Amid the confusion that radiated throughout 2020, we decided to release this album ourselves in order to get our music into the world sooner rather than later. Like our two previous LPs, Change Your Life (2016 - Hozac) and R.I.P. Clearance Event (2018 - Hozac), Tears of Joy was recorded by our longtime friend, Phil Lesicko. Phil and his partner Jessee are in the band, The Funs (Sister Polygon Records). They run a recording studio called Rose Raft in New Douglas, Illinois. Years ago, we set out to make a trilogy of LPs, each inspired by a primary color and each recorded at Rose Raft. Tears of Joy is the missing color and we are excited to finally share it with the world. Tears of Joy was recorded in 2019 over the course of 3 separate sessions. Unlike our first 2 records, which were live takes with minimal overdubs, we spent some time tracking these new songs into more refined sonic stamps. If the colors yellow and black serve to heed warning in the natural world, these songs are meant to spark an optimistic alarm inside those who listen. This is an invitation to join us in rock’n’roll catharsis. Each song is it’s own wrapped candy, but we encourage you to cruise through the record in full to hear what it feels like to cry Tears...

Sueves, The

R.i.p. Clearance Event

Hozac

Chicago’s most intricate punk heathens are back with their second full-length, and if you already know their sound, it’s important that you bolt down the furniture, we can’t be responsible for this kind of punishment when you’ve already dealt with their recklessly “endangering” debut. This band has evolved so much in the past five years, it’s hard to even imagine their massive strides of punk progression, let along their ability to conquer the impossible tension that most band can’t even reach in their wildest dreams. The local talent has eroded in recent times to a point of panic, yet The Sueves are still standing, brutally pushing your face into the fire, with one of the last examples of a physically abusive guitar tone left on domestic soil, and one of Chicago’s best and purest rock’n roll byproducts. Strangulated vocals, nervous & bashing riffs, and soul-crushing bass lines all coalesce into perfectly absurd punk anthems that shouldn’t make any more sense to Joe Strummer than they do to Gaye Advert, yet they swerve and pop like nobody’s business.  In case you hadn’t witnessed their live unit, The Sueves now employ Tim Thomas on drums, known for his endless battery charges in Heavy Times, and his reputation of breaking into everyone’s heart without permission or warning continues here. With Joe Schorgl’s Cleveland origins and Thomas’ Detroit history, the Midwest Rust Belt heritage is finally all locked in place. Just take a second to listen to those beaten-in vocals breaking through that...

Sueves, The

Change Your Life

Hozac

***Chicago’s punk underworld has reimagined itself several times over the past twenty years, from the cavorting slime punk damage of the early 2000s, through the fracturing of styles and directions a few years later, it’s all been simmering salaciously for generations now, and for the last few years, only a few really noteworthy band have grasped the raw agitation as well as The Sueves. Rearing their ugliness up through the tropes of plastic flowers and goofy sunglasses, these brave young ravagers are not content to sit idly by as the stench of indifference passes over the masses, always the “least chill” band at the rock’n roll party and that is really a good thing. You can’t just sit still when The Sueves are wielding their wares, both in person and on record, the aggression has to burst out somehow, and although it’s far, far easier to just appeal to the low-hanging fruit dangling at the bottom of the rock’n roll food chain, it’s far more respectable to be the ones who are bleeding and bruised, flipping over the tables & chairs with reckless abandon, every single time.  The Sueves’ core sound echoes back to a time not long ago when you really had to TRY HARD to make your band stand out, pushing the boundaries of the tired “garage rock” trappings into a mutated stump of unpredictable punk splatter. The guitar tone sits somewhere between sadistically strangulated and blisteringly complicated, an ominous bonafide shredding sound that leaves you beaten...

Sueves, The

Liquid Hounds

Hozac

***“Chicago is clearly in the midst of a new rock'n roll revival, with floods of great new young bands ripping up the spots on a weekly basis, and rising to the top of that immense heap, are THE SUEVES. Punishing static hiss coupled with tough-as-nails riffs, careen down a belligerent groove, with immense, crushing noise that comes right to a halt, only to resume with even more thunder. Frontman JOE SCHORGI’s vocals will get right under your skin, with such a classic scream already in place, and such an agitated delivery, he's bound for the big time. I mean how else would your band sound if the guitarist from the electric eels was your landlord? The Sueves blast forth with a blizzard of treble-soaked noise, and once Joe's spidery guitar, along with ROB’s vicious bass lines, and ANDY’s shambolicly acute drumming really kick in together, they just explode, and they've clearly got that elusive ‘tension’ so many bands just can't get right. We're extremely excited to get this debut 7" out into the world, so don't sleep on this raw and trashy debut single from one of Chicago's top bands, busting right out of the gate and right nto your dreams and nightmares.”—Victim of Time. First pressing of 375 copies.