THE OLD IN OUT

"San Diego has a storied garage-punk lineage, and THE OLD IN OUT have revealed themselves as frontrunners for the genre's next generation with this four-song collection. Bursting with enough aggression to satisfy old punks, but maintaining a party vibe, the stuttering drums and stacato chords of "My Turn" and "Blood & Teeth" are stained with Iggy's blood and Rollins' sneer. They're not reinventing the wheel, just fortifying it with spiked rims"
-Todd Kroviak
- San Diego CityBeat

Classic garage-rock in the sense that it kicks itself in your head and bounces around, but the accepted term of art is, "Dance Loud". And if that doesn't make sense to you yet, it isn't for lack of trying. The Old In Out has been everywhere in San Diego, teaching rockers how to keep punk's razor edge in a new era. Beats and bass lines rumble up from the center of the earth, guitars punch through the pretenders and Mike Turi tears through every track with vocals like Jonathon Richman finally cranked to 11. ms/theoldinoutbandits
-Lucas O'Connor
- San Diego CityBeat

The Old In Out- "Garage rock that will beat you up and take your lunch money." -KPBS
- KPBS

The aricle refers to a show we played on July 2nd at SD's The Casbah:

In the “Atari Lounge,” the area that houses the smaller of the Casbah’s two stages, video games and a pool table, a larger crowd gathered to see local band The Old In Out. I’ve been meaning to see this band for a long time, hearing many people praise the quality and energy of their live show. It’s been many, many years since I’ve been to a punk show, probably due to the softening of my tastes (or weakening, depending on your outlook). Upon seeing the band about to play, I knew this would be a tad different than the run of the mill local indie show. The lead singer, Mikey, was sporting a serious shiner on his right eye, a badge of pure punk authenticity. The band could have used some of those dangerous yet totally titillating hot topic spikes on their clothes, but all five members of the Old In Out just looked like regular dudes.

The Old In Out blasted through short and fast hardcore punk songs. The sound immediately reminded me of early 80’s So Cal punk acts like Black Flag and also of a speedier version of 70’s garage rock. Riffs of usually three or four chords drove the songs, often topped with Rory’s (one of two guitarists) brief, dirty leads that would make Greg Ginn proud. The Old In Out’s energy was palpable and raw, thoroughly engaging the crammed Atari Lounge.
Integral to the success of any band of this style is a lively, commanding frontman. While lacking the build of a Rollins type, singer Mikey

Mikey, who enjoys yelling


tore through the tracks with a loud, deep yell, almost completely ignoring melody. One of the worst things that ever happened to hardcore punk was adoption of the melodic vocal. Mikey and the rest of the band understand that a punk track lives and dies on attitude, which their songs have in spades. His delivery reminded me a bit of Glenn Danzig on the Misfits hellstorm of an LP “Earth A.D.” At other times his delivery brought forth more Black Flag references, but more in the vein of the rotating cast of vocalists that led the band before Rollins became permanent frontman. Here’s a brief recording that does no justice to seeing it in person, but at least provides an approximation of the attitude, noise and reckless abandon that Old In Out bring live.

Mikey may have been singing about what he had for lunch that day or the transient nature of human existence, for I could only make out the occasional random word. Poetry and prose matters little when you are captivated by a band’s total sound and energy. I’m not sure I would listen to their CD at home, because let’s face it, like many of you, I stopped listening to hardcore punk a long time ago. Yet the respect and passion with which the Old In Out bring to this vital musical form is undeniable and praiseworthy. I look forward to catching them play some more, and while my moshing days are far gone (and scarcely existed), sometimes us fey indie-poppers need the occasional kick in the ass to remind us what rock and roll is all about. See the Old in Out as soon as you can, although by now, you probably already have.

Catch these Droogs live ASAP
- Melody Geek

The Old In Out are do-it-yourself incarnate. Drummer Chris Carroll designed the Blue Note-y cover of their new record, Dance Loud, and singer Mike Turi hand-pasted the labels to 300 black 12-inch sleeves. Turi drew the artwork stamped on the vinyl, the second release from the group’s label, Jersey Fresh.“We have a very blue-collar mentality toward music,” Carroll (who also drums for Shapes of Future Frames) says over a beer in University Heights. “We go at it, just do our job. We get in and get the fuck out.”The five-piece captures the straight-ahead garage sound of a time between the Kinks’ heyday and late-’70s CBGB, best conveyed by their cover of the Unusuals’ “I’m Walkin’ Babe.” The album, recorded on two-inch tape at Earthlink Studio in El Cajon with Mike Kamoo (Lights On), hits fast and loud, full of reverb and distortion and Turi hollering about girls, money, cigarettes, and cities.“It’s just simple song[s] about the good parts of relationships, the bad things, the wanting, the getting, and the awfulness that comes from getting what you want or not getting what you want,” says Turi, who cites the Penetrators (New York’s, not California’s) as a top influence.The band started two years ago in a garage in Ocean Beach after Turi recuperated from a debilitating spinal disease that floored him for the better part of a year.“Once I got back on my feet I was, like, all right, I don’t know how much longer I’m even going to be able to do a project like this, so I went for it,” says Turi, whose near-constant back pain doesn’t seem to affect his extroverted stage presence.Turi once even landed a black and bloody eye from Ryan Bohan’s guitar during an early Sight and Sound show, leading one reviewer to describe their showmanship as “borderline ridiculous.”“None of us grew up here, but we’ve got a huge amount of support,” says Bohan, who runs a La Jolla coffee shop and fashions jewelry from rare coins. The band gets regular airplay on Tim Pyles’s radio show, inhabits three jukeboxes around town (Small Bar, Hamilton’s, Toronado), and have a song in a Billabong surf video. Brian Rathjen on bass and Rory Truesdale on lead guitar complete the quintet. - San Diego Reader