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Sex Scenes Everything Makes Me Sick: Punk Filth for a Rotten World

Sex Scenes Everything Makes Me Sick: Hardcore Punk with Zero Apologies

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If you’re looking for the sanitized, radio-friendly side of punk, turn back now-because Sex Scenes Everything Makes Me Sick is a Molotov cocktail hurled straight at your comfort zone. This Milwaukee wrecking crew has unleashed an album that spits in the face of mediocrity, delivering a snotty blend of thrash riffs, mid-tempo hardcore, and hooks sharp enough to draw blood. Dropping May 9th on Big Neck Records, this record isn’t just another punk release-it’s a full-throttle, gut-punching manifesto for anyone who’s ever felt sick of the world and ready to scream about it.

Fronted by the unfiltered fury of Sarah Turbo since 2021, Sex Scenes have carved out a reputation for chaos and catharsis. Their sound is rooted in hardcore, but they’re not chained to any scene-they’re the outcasts who crash every party, leave the amps smoking, and vanish before the cops arrive. The band’s ever-shifting lineup only adds to the unpredictability, but one thing’s constant: every track on Everything Makes Me Sick is a raw, honest outburst that refuses to be ignored.

Raw Nerve, Real Danger: The Sound of Sex Scenes

Forget overproduced, polished punk-Sex Scenes Everything Makes Me Sick is all about immediacy, ferocity, and danger. The band kept studio trickery to a minimum, letting every drum hit and guitar scrape bleed through with the same reckless abandon as their live shows. This is music made for sticky floors, busted knuckles, and sweat-soaked basement gigs. It’s the sound of a band that thrives on chaos and turns every stage into a battleground.

Take the single “I’ll Play Along”-it’s a two-minute blast of frustration and release, with Sarah Turbo’s vocals capturing the moment when a lie finally explodes into truth. The whole album is packed with that same cathartic energy, channeling the ugly, beautiful mess of real life into anthems for the disaffected and the damned.


Touring the Wasteland: Sex Scenes Hit the Road

Ready to catch this madness live? Sex Scenes are bringing Everything Makes Me Sick to stages across the Midwest and beyond, including stops in Chicago, Dayton, Detroit, St. Louis, Nashville, New Orleans, Madison, and their home turf of Milwaukee. Each gig promises the kind of unhinged energy that can’t be bottled-so if you want to see punk rock’s raw nerve up close, now’s your chance.

Check out the full tour and grab your copy of Sex Scenes Everything Makes Me Sick on vinyl or digital through Big Neck Records, or straight from their Bandcamp page or Amazon music. This is the real deal-no filters, no apologies, just pure punk adrenaline.

Sex Scenes Everything Makes Me Sick: Punk’s Poisoned Love Letter

Sex Scenes Everything Makes Me Sick is more than an album-it’s a poisoned love letter to a world gone numb, a rallying cry for anyone who’s ever felt chewed up and spit out. With every snarling riff and every howl of disgust, Sex Scenes remind us that punk isn’t about nostalgia-it’s about survival, honesty, and refusing to shut up when everything makes you sick. So crank it up, let it bleed, and remember: the only cure for this sickness is to scream along.


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