fasterandlouderblog.blogspot.com (USA) July 2024 Well here you go, kids: the garage-trash budget punk rock 'n' roll ear-melting, face-smashing, world-wrecking degenerate masterpiece you've been awaiting with bated breath can now be yours courtesy of the legendary Alien Snatch Records. A couple weeks back, I proclaimed Real Rejects the "next big thing" in the garage punk universe. This was not just a personal whim but rather the result of meticulous research and consultation with my spiritual advisors. Or maybe I just knew that if Alien Snatch was in on the action, everyone with impeccable taste in music was going to want a Real Rejects tattoo by year's end. Real Rejects are TJ Cabot (Phone Jerks, Nerve Button) on vocals & guitar, Jesse Leblanc (Feral Trash, Outtacontroller) on guitar, Claude Doiron (Nerve Button, Bad Luck #13) on bass, Sonic Hz on keyboards, and Cam Murphy (Thee Requiems, Ghostown Belle) on drums. It was by complete accident that the band name brings to mind two of the greatest garage punk bands of the post-2000 years, The Real Losers and Teenage Rejects (who both, by the way, had releases on Alien Snatch). Yet the shared musical DNA is undeniable. You may or may not consider Not Allowed a full-length album depending on which side of the 10-inch record debate you fall on. But at nine tracks and an 18-minute running time, it makes the full-length cut in my book. I'm no longer a collector of vinyl recordings, but when I was, I thought 10-inchers were the coolest. They have the versatility to be albums or EPs or singles, which is very cool in my book. And I've never been able to understand why anyone would ever prefer 7 inches if they could have ten. Good on Alien Snatch for believing in this format! Whether it's an album or a mini-album or a super-sized EP, Not Allowed is an absolute scorcher of a record. After all those years of solo home recording, Tyler has really hit the jackpot with this merry band of Moncton punk greats. These guys rock l.a.m.f. and take the Rejects' sound to the next level. These nine tracks fully realize the potential of all those really awesome TJ Cabot releases of years past. Think Stooges meet DMZ meets Pagans meet ? and the Mysterians meet Angry Samoans meet Rip Off Records — or something like that. I'm not saying that the Summer of Spite digital single wasn't full-blown killer. But the thing about Daniel at Alien Snatch is that he has an ear for greatness, and of course the stuff on Not Allowed is the top shelf Real Rejects. I love the blend of high energy, organ-driven '60s garage rock; filthy, attitude-laden '70s/early '80s punk; and quintessential '90s/2000s budget trash. The tunes are great; the lyrics are hilarious and wonderfully spiteful; and the energy level is off the charts. This is the perfect album length for me: it still leaves you wanting more, but it won't leave you feeling short-changed. Is this really an album? Of course it's an album, and it's one of the year's best! Jay Castro and I taped a new episode of our Born Too Late podcast last night in which we listed our all-time favorite releases from Alien Snatch Records. As I prepared my list, I was really awed by the sheer volume of amazing records that have come out (and continue to come out) on this label. Without a doubt, this is one of the greatest punk rock record labels to ever exist, and it's incredible that Daniel has kept it going strong for 25 years and counting. So when you head on over to Bandcamp to purchase Not Allowed (come on: you know you're going to!), be sure to take a deeper dive into the Alien Snatch catalog. I know it's terribly irresponsible of me to be compelling you to spend money during inflationary times, but I can't think of a record label or roster of bands that's more worthy of some of your hard-earned dollars. What good is life without music? (Josh Rutlegde)

greennoiserecords.com (US) Sep 2024 Electrified trash-can garage punk from Canada-land... gnawing on a downed power line...fuzz and rusty cans trash-compacted under the sink and bungeed to the backpacks of a pack of floppy-eared feral hounds with ribs showing and hindquarters strong with scar and sinew unleashed on the back alleys of your mind! Everybody twist...Twist and shout...the mind is a twister and the tornado warning is blowing...blow the roof off this place and let the wind rip the TV from the wall and channel it up to high heaven...twist that can and rip it into two...go man go...go out of your mind and flip your lids to the sounds of the Real Rejects! (mw)

addtowantlist.com (NL) July 2024 Two weeks ago, Real Rejects (formerly Thee Artificial Rejects) dropped two of the best garage punk tracks I’d heard in 2024 yet. That statement became dated once I heard their nine-song debut album – one that easily fits on a 10" 45RPM record. From the OCD anthem opener I’m Not Allowed, it’s clear that Real Rejects are sonic alchemists, turning raw noise into pure gold. This quintet, all veterans from the Moncton (Canada) scene – T.J. Cabot (Phone Jerks, Nerve Button), Jesse Leblanc (Feral Trash), Claude Doiron (Nerve Button, Bad Luck #13), Sonic Hz, and Cam Murphy (Thee Requiems, Ghostown Belle) – plays with a fervor that is admirable. The bloodied strumming hand of T.J. Cabot on the back cover isn’t just album art; it’s a battle scar. Not Allowed may be lo-fi, but it roars like a freight train. Even when they ditch the drums on the 70-second Tire Change, the song maintains its energy. And even when the chord progressions and melodies sound familiar (like in the amazingly fun one-two punch Bicycle Pit and Tin Foil Hat), Real Rejects prove that it is not about reinventing the wheel, but how you make it spin. And while the casual listener might zoom in on the amped-up energy, attentive ears will catch the comedic absurdity of the band in lines like “I’m stuck in a baby swing, let me out!” (from Stuck In A Baby Swing).Not Allowed is out now through Alien Snatch! Records. I am definitely buying it. (Niek)

Tremendo Garaje (Spain) July 2024 Los que nos seguís desde hace tiempo ya conocéis nuestra pasión por Tyler Boots, somos fans de este auténtico héroe del budget-rock canadiense desde hace muchísimo tiempo, tanto en solitario como TJ Cabot, como en los numerosos proyectos en los que ha estado involucrado, entre ellos Nerve Button o Phone Jerks, porque os podemos asegurar que pocos tipos como este pueden mantener nuestra fe en la escena Punk-Garage actual, como Tyler y sus compinches. Por eso teníamos tantas esperanzas puestas en el primer álbum editado en la especializada ALIEN SNATCH! RECORDS de su última locura, REAL REJECTS, un nuevo quinteto en el que Tyler se rodea de leyendas y veteranos de la escena de Moncton, para ofrecernos un Rawk'n'Roll Punk salvaje, feroz, crudo y áspero, que te hará recordar todo lo bueno que este género ha ido perdiendo con el tiempo, y que parece que en las provincias marítimas de la costa este canadiense aún mantiene intacta su esencia primitiva!

mitocadiscosdual.blogspot.com (Spain) July 2024 Demos paso a posiblemente el disco de punk rock del año. El debut de estos canadienses es excelso gracias a una mixtura de punk y retazos de garage rock clásico todo reproducido a gran velocidad y sin pausa. Riffs endemoniados y un sabor a los primeros Saints y hasta unos Cynics revolotean por los escasos veinte minutos de este artefacto que es un verdadero cañonazo

manierenversagen.de (GER) July 2024 Endlich mal wieder eine formschöne Vinylschallplatte auf der Originalgröße von 10". So, wie Gott Emil Berliner es geplant hatte. Passend dazu auch der formvollendete Rock’n’Roll Punk Rotz von TJ Cabot in einem neuen Gewand namens The Real Rejects. Kanadas schnellste Orgel, dreckigstes Schlagzeug und lauteste Gitarre vereint in einer neuen Band um die fleischgewordenen Verzerrer-Stimmbänder von Tyler Boutilier. 9 Songs für die Schulabbrecher in der letzten Reihe. Cooler Scheiß aus Moncton, Kanada. (A)