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These Brooklynites have broken
from the trends of today's average rock band by infusing their
music with brass instruments and non-stop energy. There is
no doubt that CCATPH's sound is colorful, fun and infectious.
It would be a mistake to overlook these guys.
Freeindie.com
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Surely one of the most entrancing and entertaining bands that
I have seen, Country Club and their beloved Porn Horns manage
a sextet of infinite possibilities. Their latest EP, "Friends
Don't Make Forearms," (a title that inspires the most devilish
grin) is a delightfully zany promenade that whips up the dickens
in even the most complacent listener. Very intelligent compositions
that transcend buzzword bands and do what music should; it
makes you feel good. Witty lyricism and catchy choruses give
way to brilliant harmonies and skillful instrumental breaks.
Possessing all the talent and foolery that a band with Porn
Horns might, Country Club has bestowed upon us a record that
is a stunning amusement brimming with rock and roll beauty.
The Deli Magazine
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Country Club spits out high energy music with a melange of
sounds and styles. The band's upbeat songs are instantly contagious
and after listening to their latest EP, "Friends Don't Make
Forearms," one wonders why horns aren't use more frequently
in rock music nowadays.
Underrated Magazine
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The Porn Horns can turn an ordinary rock and roll groove into
a seedy gangster shakedown in eight bars. Their solo moments
are interesting and expressive, but when they play together,
it's the musical equivalent of a heavyweight's roundhouse
right.
NJ.com
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They have a horn section that rocks like Rocket From The Crypt's
always wanted to. They have the same sexy, confident swagger
David Lee Roth had in his prime. And they have a weird, cinematic
uniqueness to them that doesn't sound like Mr. Bungle, but
if Mr. Bungle were going to high-five any band, Country Club
would be the one. THE GRADE: A+
Tastes Like Chicken
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Big guitars, bigger vocals and fat horns. Good songs for great
times... this stuff must be great live. Hint, hint, hint.
Starr Tucker - New York Waste
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...a tight, sick blitz-rock sextet, [Country Club] blast through
38 unrelenting minutes of hard rock, rockabilly, punk, avant-rock,
and surf music (plus a few bizarre and amusing phone messages
from their onetime keyboard player). Their frenetic changes
in tempo and musical style (not to mention the styles they
choose to fuse) suggest Mr. Bungle, John Zorn, maybe Frank
Zappa at times, and they have the chops to pull it off.
New Haven Advocate
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Country Club and the Porn Horns, besides playing some wicked,
raucous ska-infused rock, rip through a killer version of
Lee Ving's "New York's Alright (If You Like Saxophones)"
on their new self-released LP, The Stationwagon Revolution.
Time Out
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After the rapid rise and fall of mainstream ska the music
scene was awash with wandering, band-less horn sections. Recently
these ronin brass players have begun to find themselves new
niches. Enter Country Club & the Porn Horns, a Brooklyn
based band that describes themselves as "Part sleazy
power rock trio, part hard-and-heavy horn section." I
would describe them as some odd mix of Reel Big Fish, The
Reverend Horton Heat, and Alice Donut. But you should ignore
both of these descriptions and listen to them yourself...
Lucid
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If the Rebirth Brass Band came from New York City instead
of New Orleans, and if the members had been reared on punk
rock instead of jazz, you'd have a group that sounds like
Country Club & the Porn Horns.
The Brooklyn band bills itself as "part sleazy power-rock
trio, part hard-and-heavy horn section," which aren't
necessarily elements that should fit together well. They do,
though, on the band's self-released debut, "The Stationwagon
Revolution." Country Club is adept at churning out riff-centric,
horn-laced rock 'n' roll ("Squeeze It In"), experimental
jazz-rock ("Travel") and retro surf rock ("Wishing
Well").
The Hartford Courant
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As incendiary as this album gets, my guess is that the show
is ten times more impressive. And that's a truly frightening
prospect.
Aiding & Abetting
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Creating impressive compositions that dance in and out of
frame, raging with mood and complex tenacity, CCPH make for
salacious nightclub material...even when you've heard the
CD five times, it still stands out.
Hybrid Magazine
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Strange name? Strange band. Even stranger sound. Country Club
& the Porn Horns sound like the kind of rock 'n' roll
you sweat to. They're musically schizophrenic, but sharp enough
to make it work. And they're no mere imitators. In one three-minute
blast, Country Club & the Porn Horns can conjure up traces
of Faith No More, Little Blue Crunchy Things (mostly in the
horns), Hot Stove Jimmy, Fishbone, and Rancid Yak Butter Tea
Party, while still sounding resiliently individual.
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