Emerging in 2004 with tight friends from seasoned bands such as punk rock legends Violent Society, thrash innovators Fisticuffs, skaterock blazers Race to Die, indie rockers The Program and grind shredders Rue the Day, Superbuick quickly built a following in eastern Pennsylvania. by successfully morphing all their unique styles into an "out for fun" Rock'n'Roll band, with no hang-ups and a "who gives a fuck" attitude about creating good music. Known for kick ass live shows; entertainment is paramount. They’re out to put the fun back into live rock-n-roll music.
Influenced heavily by punk rock, gritty rock-n-roll, hardcore and skateboarding, Superbuick takes the catchy qualitites of rock and blends it with the rawness of punk, creating a musical cocktail proven to stimulate adult audiences, as well as, establish a strong youth following. Beau Basement of The Lebowskis commented that “Superbuick is a breathe of fresh air.” Craig Dunkle of Angry, Young and Poor added that “Seeing Superbuick live is like seeing any major touring band...locally, they have what it takes to make it big.” In recent major press Superbuick was compared to legends AC/DC and the Dead Boys, as well as, modern acts Clutch and the Bronx. Superbuick have recently shared the stage with national touring bands Murphy’s Law, The Vacation and Hightower at renowned venues such as Lancaster’s Chameleon Club, Harrisburg’s Dragonfly and Baltimore’s Ottobar. Superbuick prides having a dynamic show whether playing to ten or five hundred fans.
Superbuick released their first four song EP in 2006. Motherbox Records is scheduled to release the first Superbuick full-length on October 1, 2007, followed by a fury of live performances and a coast to coast tour.
Bruce Ewell - Guitar
Steve Ewell - Drums
Jon Yankowy - Bass
James Futty – Guitar
James Williams - Vocals
Some reviews (updated 2/22/08)
From FOE #420:
The return of Motherbox records is a hyper-drive, rock’n’roll CD by Superbuick. The band has been around since 2004 and has a lineage that includes Violent Society and Fisticuffs. This is in your face; rock, with punk rock fury. The energy and chops are all included; there is no need to jump-start this Superbuick!
3.75 (out of 4.00)
3.25 (out of 4.00)
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Superbuick Review :: Shinbone :: Pennsylvania's Free Music Monthly
Mike Staugaitis (Bio)
Creep Records by Arik Victor
SuperBuick’s self-titled alum drops the hammer and runs with a wide open throttle from its first track, “Woody,” to its final one, “Skater to the Grave,” in a scant 25 minutes.
Want a breather? Tough shit, peewee. She’s pegged at 11 and staying there for the duration.
The eleven tracks of skater thrash doesn’t hang around to wear out their welcome – none of them top the three minute mark.
Their featured track is “Sped” and it sums up SuperBuick’s manifesto of ripping off as many faces as possible. Hell, any one of the tracks could serve as a featured track and the result would be the same.
Variety is not their strong point. If you are looking for that you have come to the wrong place. They do one thing. But they do that one thing pretty damn good as long as you want a balls out, catchy, straight-up ass kicker of a rock album with no pretense. Yowling vocals and gang shouts, screeching guitars, popping bass and drums as tight as, well, a drum.
What is vocalist James yelling about? Who cares. Start banging your head already.
Call it a hunch, but I bet these guys kill live. SuperBuick are about as visceral as you can get.
I am listening to SuperBuick's CD at 8:20 AM and never have I felt so amped, so early, without the use of narcotics. The second you hit play, you're assaulted by agressive, melodic guitars, fast drums and high voltage vocals. Lyrically it's the stuff of Motley Crue songs..Drugs, Girls and partying with some skating thrown in the mix. Except it's a little darker..as the girls are whores, the drug most referenced is speed, and the partying seems to end in a jail cell, as track 10 reminded me of an old boyfriend who'd landed himself in jail and asked me to wait for him & bail him out. No, I wasn't about to do that, but maybe if I had heard "Madre Maria" I might have. (what was he in jail for? pissing on a cop car. I kid you not. The boy had a homemade GG Allin tattoo, what did I expect?)
I wouldn't be surprized to hear the cd's final track (eleven total) "Skater to the Grave" on an upcoming skate video in the near future. Track 6 "Manor and Pearl" makes me wanna tear down the road in my piece of shit Honda like a bat outta hell. Most of the songs on this album give me that feeling. Something tells me this CD may get me a few speeding tickets. Track 8 "I Confess" is a sexy, vulgar tune that may be something fun to make out to. I'll let you know.
The songs are definitely catchy, but musically it's nothing brand new. Which isn't bad in this case. I feel like I've heard it before. But these guys found something that works and it works well. It's gritty, but easy to listen to. It's almost a bit reminiscent of the Nerve Agents at it's best moments, and lyrically, of the Murder City Devils. As I listened to the CD, it almost felt like with each song, it got better. By the time I reached Track 9 I was ready to go see these guys tear it up. If you get a chance, I'd definitely get to a show, just not if you're the faint of heart. Overall, it's a solid, wonderfully frenzied album!
Cover Art: Good color scheme (red, black, white). The car on the front (their logo) reminds me of Stephen King's "Christine". Along with dripping blood on both the front and back of the cd, it's simple, yet eye catching.
Man, hardcore has gotten, well, harder-core. Superbuick’s self proclaimed “Out for Fun Rock & Roll” sound is infectious hard-core with the fundamentals of everything great about Punk Rock. They come at you fast and loud, holding nothing back. Forcing the music down your throat while they scream in your ear this band is something else. Every member in the band came from a different background, musically. Usually when this happens you get something you didn’t expect, I mean you remember that reality show where they put a bunch of washed up rock stars in a house and told them to make a “Super Group”, what happened was embarrassing. I know that’s a bad example but bear with me. It takes something awfully unique in the realm of hardcore to get me to even listen to it a second time. But this record spoke to me, corny, but it did. Got my blood boiling and made me feel alive in that fifteen and first time in a circle pit sort of way. My pulse is racing. Superbuick, despite their silly name are totally serious about this music and it comes across unquestionable. The vocal range of this kid is sick. The voice-box bending verses and the car crash highs and lows command you to dance in ways you never thought you could. Not to mention the rest of the band that deliver flawless licks and tempos keeping the pace of a locomotive outtacontrol! Fucking A watch out for this band, if they come to your town, SEE THE SHOW, you might just find religion in hard-core.
SUPERBUICK hail from the eastern side of Pennsylvania, but with their motor-inspired name and sound, they would seem at home in the Detroit or Southern California garage-punk scene. The band's self-titled full-length is made up of eleven songs that barely clock in at two minutes a piece. Loud, brash, and with a fixin' for skate-themed destruction, there's not much that would appear to be able to stop SUPERBUICK from crashing through your town and drinking the bars dry. Much of that trait can be attributed to the band's composition, which includes veterans from punk and hardcore bands VIOLENT SOCIETY, FISTICUFFS, and RACE TO DIE, among others. Although SUPERBUICK stray in sound from the aforementioned, with the group making nods towards TURBONEGRO, CANDY SNATCHERS, NEW BOMB TURKS, and even a bit of SNFU, the tangent between the directions is slim. One limiting factor to this release is that it shares a common flaw with other Creep House recordings - the lead vocals are overpowered by the guitars, and generally, play less of a priority in the band's songwriting. This is somewhat mitigated by the singular awesomeness of the guitars, especially on tracks, "I Confess," and the second to last tune, "Madre Maria." Still, SUPERBUICK's enjoyably noisy racket could be advanced with a slight commitment to giving the listener something to sing along with. "Super" might be giving the band too much credit, but these guys definitely have no relation to a cushy-ride General Motors product with float-on-air suspension.
From allschools.de (a German webzine):
Großspurig, ausladend, schwermetallisch und kräftig – Alles Beschreibungen die auf die Automarke Buick zutreffen. Ergo meint SUPERBUICK die Quadratur genannter Attribute. Riesenspurig, überaus- ladend, schwerstmetallisch und anabolisch? Die Libido dieser Scheibe kann sich getrost mit der von Oberabfuck- Helden wie THE BRONX, GLUECIFER (R.I.P.), CLUTCH und ADAM WEST messen lassen.
Die prolligen Noten haben die Mitglieder dieser dicke- Eier- Formation aus ihren Vorgängerbands übernommen und in phallische Guseisenformen gebracht. Die Rhythmussektion befächert ein wildes Feuer, gleich unter den Ärschen von Bruce und James. Die Gitarristen bestechen mit ausnahmslos zugig gespielten, Soli- lobotomierten Riffs und veranlassen Sänger Jon mit aller Kraft markige Phrasen hinaus zu prusten. Songtitel wie „Day To Day“, „I Confess“, „Woody“ und „Skater To Grave“ sprechen auch hinsichtlich etwaiger Lebensentwürfe eine deutliche Sprache. Wer also auf High- Energy- Punk `N Roll steht und mit Selbstkult und verzerrtem Bombast etwas anzufangen weiß sollte definitiv mal ein Ohr riskieren.