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What’s Going On?

Chicago Reader: No Men summon a demon to fight climate change in their new video

Thanks for the print love🥰 @chicago_reader #gossipwolf ps. missing persons rules!! No Men are one of Chicago’s most idiosyncratic bands, mixing doom-metal walls of sound, punk velocity, and a pinch of hooky new wave—this wolf wouldn’t be surprised to find Missing Persons in the trio’s collection! No Men also have a thing for “killer” videos—in 2016 they collaborated with director Greg Reigh on a bloody Dario Argento-esque short for the rabid “Stay Dumb.” They’ve been working with Reigh again on a video for “Sucker,” which bassist DB describes as “a twisted-up western about abuse of power and environmental degradation, with some witchcraft and demon shit.” On Wednesday, September 4, No Men play a Sleeping Village show that’s also a video premiere; in November, “Sucker” will appear on their new album for Let’s Pretend Records, Hell Was Full So We Came Back. – / View the article here!!

August Shirt Sale

For August only!

“HELL IS REAL” long sleeves by Izzy Jarvis are $20, the NO MEN symbol short-sleeve T is $10. We gotta make some new stuff. Roxie demand$ u help our cau$e. thank$$$!!

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Razorcake Reviews “Dear God, Bring The Doom”

Wow. This album fucking smokes. Femme fronted, dual drumming powerhouse. The driving, hypnotic rhythm drives the whole album with Siouxie-esque vocals going from full bore screams to sultry whispers. It has elements of Jeff The Brotherhood with an almost buzzing stoner rock mixed with punk vibe, where less is more. Impossible to categorize, this album is a journey, as if they wrote all the songs to fit into one linear path rather than ten songs thrown together. The opening riffs of “Mean Girl” explode into a ten-song rampage. Blood on your hands. It’s mine. No Men. Chicago is burning. -Tim Brooks  (View at RazorCake.org)

Chicago Crowd Surfer Review: No Men @ Logan Square Arts Fest

photo by MVM

Street fests in the city don’t have much edge. It’s pretty rare to encounter a band that gives you something to think about or who use the platform they are afforded to make a timely statement about the state of the world. A lot of bands on Saturday sounded like they were auditioning for car commercials. No Men, on the other hand, took the stage wearing black t-shirts spray-painted with “F*ck ICE.” (Because seriously, f*ck ICE.) No Men blasted through most of their one and only album, Dear God, Bring the Doom and the 2017 single Cut, tearing a hole through the eye of the festival with the gnash of growling post-hardcore guitar swipes, the impatient roll of concussive rock rhythms, and the biting, icy-heat of Pursley’s indignant, polymorphous howl. I haven’t seen them in over a year, and it is refreshing to know that they can still rip the face off a place to expose the steaming, obsidian homologous that writhes below its surface. Dwelling on the overcharged angst of their set and witnessing their blunt condemnations of our nation’s deeply ugly and inexcusable immigration policies, both in their between-song banter and their wardrobe selection were what that afternoon needed. A dose of dark reality in a rapidly gentrifying area, now a magnet for opulence in a segregated metropolitan area, within a nation that is openly hostile toward vulnerable people both inside and outside its borders. “Hell is real, I’ve seen evil, Now I know the truth.” (words by MDR, read review here)

Third Coast Review: No Men at Lincoln Hall

“There are what seems like thousands of local bands in Chicago but No Men doesn’t disappoint, where they lack in quantity they make up in quality. They’re a loud catchy three piece that in some regard reminds you of Sleater Kinney but also Ty Segall. It’s easy to prop any band so high up but it’s the respectable thing to do with No Men. Luckily you can catch them at the Logan Square Arts Festival this summer to see what all the hype is about.” by Brandon Smith

READ THE FULL REVIEW HERE