BUST!/The Budgets – Improve Modern Rock/Destroy Modern Rock

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The Budgets are two three lovable dummies from Billings, Montana that write fast, bent out of shape garage punk. BUST! are three dummies that write fast, bent out of shape pop punk. Two songs by each band. Again, whatever.

Side 1 (BUST!):

  1. End It On A Good Note
  2. Out West

Side 2 (The Budgets):

  1. City of Devils
  2. Recycled Melody


Jimmy Alvarado, Razorcake:

Budgets: The opening salvo, “City of Devils,” is a nice, catchy bit of punk rock. The next tune ain’t quite as catchy, but does the trick well enough, especially considering they’re apparently a two-man outfit. Bust!: Aggressive alt-rocky punk stuff. Recording’s a bit thin, but there’s enough of interest coming through to leave the impression that they’re probably be interesting live. (Read Here)

Quattrocchi, The New Scheme:

Bust! play pop punk with distorted, snotty vocals. This may sound like a very generic band, but both of their songs here showcase a band with a few more tricks than other bands pushing the same triteness on everybody. “Out West” runs a pretty simple versechorus-verse-chorus-bridge-chorus, but the music is interesting and catchy (including the backing vocals from interim drummer Johnny Miller). Their other cut, “End It On a Good Note,” is a 90-second ball of fury about missed opportunities. I’d like to hear Bust! stretch their sound out over a full length with some better production. The recording sounds a little primitive, but the songwriting still shines through. The Budgets are a little grittier. Billing themselves as “this guy and that guy,” the Budgets aren’t interested in recognizing individuals, or anyone for that matter (their thank you list includes those two guys that recorded us, that guy that wears that bear suit in the darkworld). Whatever. “City of Devils” has the band storming through some pretty basic rock chords and doing it right. It’s dirty rock and roll, but nothing fantastic. “Recycled Melody” is even less memorable. As with most singles—and, of course, their split partners Bust!—the Budgets ‘ sound may be better explored over the span of a full length. The deal with the singles, though, is to capture the listener’s attention and let a single song or a couple songs stand on their own. (Read Here)

Matthew Smith, DOA:

On 4 songs these 2 groups have restored faith in the genre formerly known as punk rock. A split single titled Destroy Modern Rock/Improve Modern Rock has made me re-think things. While goal is accomplished these fellows have gotten rock back to its snottiest rambunctious roots. (Read Here)

Randy Ransone, Maximum RocknRoll:

Do you ever go to a show out of sheer boredom or because a friend told you to come? Upon arrival you only know one person in attendance but you stick around and drink the beers you got with you and hope some cute girl talks to you. Well, the bands are always on tour together from different cities and only have a demo between them. BUST! plays first and they are bad pop punk/garage and you oddly stand against a wall and watch because there’s no one to talk to and you’re bored. They’re not good and the cheap beer makes you have to pee, so you go stand in line for the john and make awkward small talk. The band’s done but the next one has set up because they’re sharing equipment. That next band is THE BUDGETS, and they are a little more aggressive and snottier and fuzzier garage rock. It’s not really that good but you’re drunk and can kind of get into it. You then realize you feel sick from the cheap beer and are still pretty bored, so you contemplate whether or not to go home and rub one out, or paint, or some shit. The band gets a little better as you’re out the door. A block later you can still hear the band and think the neighbors must be bummed and you should have stayed home. This split was kinda soulless and just like boring bar rock. Sorry. (Read in issue 304 of Maximum Rocknroll)