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46 Short “Just A Liability”
All right, let us forget for a brief moment that the name of the
band involves a number. The new age punk rock cliché, if
I may say so myself. 46 Short sounds like they should have opened
up for the Descendents twenty years ago. Fast and pissed off old
school punk that captures that early 80’s sound so many bands
attempt to revitalize but fall flat on their faces doing so. Hailing
from California these guys know how to set it off. “Just A
Liability” is a killer album, which is sure to get the name
46 Short on the nationwide circuit. You won’t find any of
that pussy pop-punk sound with these guys. Pure adrenaline packed
punk rock with a brass-knuckled punch that’s sure to split
your lip. It’s nice to know that there are still some pissed
off punks out there willing to offend and not pretend that they
care about our scene just because our money is green. (R.I.P. Gorilla
Biscuits) Pick up this album and prepare yourself to tell the world
to ‘fuck off.’ It’s so worth it. (GoKart Records,
PO Box 20, Prince St. Station, New York, NY 10012 gokartrecords.com)
- Jersey Jef
A 18 “Dear Furious”
Well, anger still purveys in the young and secluded mind of suburban
white kids whose mom wont drive them to the mall. Song two begins
with the scream “I FUCKIN’ HATE YOU!” and then
we are taken off from there into the heavy sludge rock of A 18 and
a collection of angry journals set to angry music. I understand
the wanting to get it all out and save yourself the therapy sessions,
but won’t this kind of fury wear off real soon? Before you
know it you’re kind of happy and on your way, but then you’re
locked in a recording contract so you’ve got to spray this
music out night after night after night. Then I guess the real anger
starts….oh well. In any respect, “Dear Furious”
is a good album that reeks of some old style metal and punk while
retaining some new style and concord. The tunes are pretty good,
nice and gritty with enough flair for even old time metalheads like
me to perk up their well-worn ears and say, “Alright…nice
job.” It’s just that I feel sorry for kids locked in
such a dank room because they can’t get themselves out of
their own misery which stems from ignorance and the sprawl of urban
blight and unpromising. C’mon lil’ camper! Its gonna
be okay! (Victory Records www.victoryrecords.com) - Mark Whittaker
Alabama Thunderpussy “Fulton Hill”
When these boys say “Moonshine Metal” you’d better
believe it, man. No one can sock cock the rock better than Alabama
Thunderpussy, who hail from Richmond, VA (the name comes from a
character in a ‘70s porn flick) and started playing on a dirt
floor basement. Now they virtually own the southern fried “stoner
rock” circuit and “Fulton Hill” here is the greasy
gauntlet slap in the face to us all who dare to disbelieve. “Fulton
Hill” is the first album for new vocalist Johnny Weills and
he does a smash job of belting out the backwoods vocals and setting
the sturdy ass music to flame. The tunes themselves are straight
on heavy rawk with punch and guts not found in almost any “heavy”
bands these days. The south may not rise again, but until it does,
ATP will be our introduction to a world set right by southern hospitality
and fishing trips gone awry by bad bait and not enough beer. Not
that they sing about such trivial frivolity…not that I’m
calling a bad fishing trip unimportant, its just that… well,
it’s hard to explain. Just listen up and crank it higher and
you’ll get the idea. Hell yeah. (Relapse Records, www.relapse.com
<http://www.relapse.com>) - Mark Whittaker
Alexisonfire “Watch Out!”
If you didn’t like Alexisonfire’s first record I very
highly recommend checking this out and if you were a fan of their
first album then wait until you hear this record. I’ll admit,
I am a little biased about this band because I’ve toured with
them and they are great friends of mine, but I am completely honest
in all of my reviews, and I’ll say that I’ve listened
to this record repeatedly since I got it. Alexisonfire do truly
capture a sound of their own on this release. The music is super
melodic and constantly interesting and creative. George’s
screams are backed up by Dallas Green’s beautiful high pitched
voice and occasionally Wade McNeil’s lends his more rough
sounding vocals to the mix. In addition, the song structure and
melodies are miles beyond their first effort. There is so much catchiness
in this record that you’ll find yourself walking around for
days singing random parts of their songs like the chant “Let’s
redefine…” from the opener “Accidents” and
“We won’t forget you” from “That Girl Possessed.”
Dallas’s singing is much more apparent on this record and
almost takes over the leads in a lot of the songs such as “Side
Walk When She Walks” and “Sharks And Danger.”
Other songs have great messages such as the recent revival of cocaine
(“White Devil”) and also how fashion has taken precedence
over music to many newcomers of this music scene (“Get Fighted”).
Overall, I think this record is great and I’m very impressed
with the progression of this band. If you are a fan of any kind
of heavier melodic music then check this out.
(Equal Vision Records, PO Box 14 Hudson, NY 12534 www.equalvision.com)
- VeganVadim
All Else Failed “This Never Happened”
Fast paced, intense, off kilter hardcore that is intelligent and
well written, that’s what you get from Philadelphia's sons,
All Else Failed. The first time I heard these guys I really didn’t
like them at all, they sounded boxed in and I hated the tough guy
posturing vocals, but this time is different. This Never Happened
is more focused, better recorded, and the vocals sound honest rather
than forced aggressiveness. There is some melodic singing amongst
the throat grating yells as well, and while I’m not always
into the melody lines, it’s still refreshing to hear. Then,
come track five, the band shows a side of themselves that I never
thought they could have: quality melodic rock comparable to -but
not totally like- early Boy Sets Fire. I was especially surprised
by (track eleven) “In Our Defense.” It sounds like a
mix of the best sides of Grade and BSF. Vocalist Luke Muir shows
that he has a sensitive side opposite his tougher image (falsetto?!?).
But, like I said earlier, some of the melodies are a little off
from what I normally go for in this kind of music, but they are
very good in their own way. I would love to see this band opening
for Every Time I Die and Dillinger Escape Plan, they would be more
than perfect; and after hearing this record, I believe many other
people will feel the same way, far beyond their already rabid fan
base. (Abacus Recordings, 2323 W. El Segundo Blvd., Hawthorne, CA
90250 - www.abacusrecordings.com) - Klyjew
Amazing Transparent Man “Print is Dead”
Formed in 1997, ATM is a three piece out of DeKalb, Illinois best
described as melodic pop-punk in the same vein as early Blink182.
I guess it’s cliché to describe a band that way these
days, but if it quacks…This is the third album from these
Chicago boys; chock full of catchy, light guitar hooks and “na,
na, nas,” it’s an easy pick up for fans of Alkaline
Trio. As soon as I put this disc in the stereo I wanted to take
it out and get on with my life but here I sit banging on the keyboard
in hopes that my duties as a music critic will be fulfilled. Have
you ever done something even though you knew it was a bad idea?
Like bringing your newly ex’d girlfriend 1200 miles away to
your best friend’s wedding in hopes that something drastic
wouldn’t happen for it to end badly? Yeah…sitting here
listening to this album is kinda like that. In the end it may not
matter as it is rumored that ATM have called it quits as of the
end of July. (Double Zero Records, PO Box104 Dekalb IL60115 - www.doublezerorecords.com
<http://www.doublezerorecords.com>) - Milkman
Anadivine “Zoo”
I think I’ll file these guys into that endless list of bands
that are “pretty good, but nothing special.” Anadivine
have a familiar sound: quiet to loud indie-ish rock with sort of
whiny vocals; not overly whiny (thankfully) but enough to evoke
recent memories of certain popular bands. I’m not really digging
this cover art. It’s got this sense of desolation that seems
forced and isn’t too believable: dark colors, images of lone
characters, empty beds. If this is your artistic bag, enjoy, I’m
not all about it though. Back to the sound.... This band has much
to offer those who are in the mood for something that isn’t
shoving music down their throats; in fact, Anadivine are fairly
easy to take. I could see putting this on to be background music
for studying and partying alike. There are very pleasing vocal harmonies
throughout to keep it interesting enough through the formulaic song
structure. I’d be interested in seeing the band’s dynamic
live. Bottom line is that this is catchy, borderline emo/indie rock
done well, and if that’s your thing, check this out. (The
Militia Group 1215 N. Red Gum Suite L, Anaheim, CA 92806 - www.themilitiagroup.com)
- Klyjew
Anterrabae “Shakedown Tonight”
More like Bad Review Tonight. What the hell is an Anterrabae, anyway?
Sounds like some distant planet, or a species of insect. Or maybe
it’s the sensory organs of the insect, or the aliens that
live on that far away planet. Speaking of sensory organs, my ears
are in pain. Seriously, this is fucking garbage. I took one look
at the band photo on the album cover and knew instantly what to
expect. That’s pretty bad when you can look at a bunch of
dudes and know exactly what you’re in store for on the record.
Let’s see if you can do it too! Five guys with shaggy black
hair, tight jeans, and black button down shirts (with ties, of course!)
*buzzer* If you guessed “horrible nu-fashion-core with annoyingly
yelled vocals, bad attempts at singing, and generic breakdowns,”
give yourself a Barry Horowitz style pat on the back. (Triple Crown
Records, 331 West 57th St., New York, NY 10019 - www.triplecrownrecords.com
) - Chris X
A Perfect Murder “Unbroken”
So the press release for this record says that A Perfect Murder
“delves deep into the annals of classic metal for inspiration,
drawing from Metallica, Testament, and Pantera…flawlessly
combining it with Southern rock legends like Down and Crowbar.”
OK, now let’s tell the truth, huh? A Perfect Murder strikes
me more as Hatebreed (especially the vocals) with a more blatant
metal influence. Instead of Hatebreed’s “verse, chorus,
verse, chorus, breakdown, chorus” formula, they follow “verse,
chorus, verse, chorus, Southern riff fest, breakdown, verse, chorus,
solo, verse chorus.” Lest you think I am tearing this band
apart, that couldn’t be further from the truth. I like this
a lot. I’m just saying, whoever wrote their press release
needs to either return to the land of the realistic, or actually
listen to the bands he is comparing A Perfect Murder to. I’m
sure they are influenced by all of those bands, but for Jamey Jasta’s
sake, just say they’re a metalcore band putting a new twist
on the genre, not only would that be more accurate, it would sound
a lot more interesting. Because I’ll be damned if they sound
anything like Crowbar (fuck, I WISH!). Bottom line is, if you like
it heavy and are sick of the same old tired shit; give this a spin.
As a final note, Karl Buechner of Earth Crisis/Freya fame makes
a guest vocal appearance on “No Truce.”(Victory Records,
346 North Justine St Suite 504 Chicago, IL 60607 - www.victoryrecords.com)
- Chris X
The Arsons “Bridges Down”
If you haven’t heard of The Arsons by now, you surely need
to reconsider your worth on this planet. This East Coast four piece
literally dropped my jaw a few years back when I heard their Chunksaah
Records debut. Fast and hard yet melodic; hardcore punk at its finest.
With ex-members of Black Train Jack, Token Entry, Grey Area and
Warzone, how can you possibly go wrong? The Arsons are back with
their sophomoric release and continue to pummel me with their winning
ways. This album doesn’t knock your teeth out the way “Whole
Life Crisis” did but the crucial, essential elements of a
kick ass hardcore punk album are still present. Not to mention the
fact that all 14 tracks come equipped with a foldout insert, signed
and numbered by the band itself! WOW! For real though, The Arsons
seem to piece it all together on this album and have found a true
identity. The Arsons blow a refreshing breeze up your ass at a time
where every new band on the scene tends to sound the same. (Mad
At The World Records, PO Box 20227 Tompkins Square Station, New
York, NY 10009 - www.matwrecords.com) - Jersey Jef
Atreyu “The Curse”
When a mild mannered Goth buddy of mine found out I was reviewing
the new Atreyu he said, “Oh yeah, I like those guys.”
It went for one of my metalhead friends, “I heard the new
album rocks,” he told me. Even some indie rock folks get into
these kids; mainly because they don’t exactly fit into either
subgenre and aren’t threatening enough as to be extricating
from their listening audience. In any respect of all of this rigmarole,
“The Curse” is a fine album and a good follow up to
Atreyu’s first outing and they sound much more confident.
Combining metal with some spooky elements whilst never straying
from the possibilities of radio play, the five boys do a swell job
of switching riffs and ideals at a moments notice within the realm
of keeping the same idea and beat together. Using both scream and
smooth vocals, “The Curse” moves like a well-groomed
ghost through a well lit, cobwebbed hallway, making its way towards
your girlfriend’s room and striking a pose for all the cameras.
It’s an anguish that comes from wanting to look so good and
get all the glory but hating yourself for feeling this way. The
struggles of fame and Hollywood (hence the name of the band…think
“Neverending Story”) come crashing in and all you have
is a sad clown cowering in the corner. Rock on… (Victory Records,
www.victoryrecords.com) - Mark Whittaker
Audio Karate “Lady Melody”
If you’re getting tired of lame pop-punk, bad metal or needlessly
aggressive hardcore…Audio Karate is here to help with a glimpse
into what can really be done within the genre. Hailing from Rosemead,
CA and formed in 1995, AK plays smart punk rock that is a half step
different from the generic punk that seems to overwhelm our scene.
Thankfully devoid of any filler, Lady Melody is the follow up to
their debut 2002 release, Space Camp and was produced by Bill Stevenson
(Descendents/All.) The songs are well crafted with Jason Camacho’s
lead guitar providing a sturdy backbone. That, along with Aruturo’s
vocals, which provide enough emotion to fuel a 747, make this a
solid release that obviously had some thought put into it. The track
arrangement, thoughtfully arranged by Stevenson, takes you on a
nice ride of highs and lows while staying extremely cohesive as
a whole. (Kung Fu Records, P.O. BOX 38009, Hollywood, CA 90038 -
www.kungfurecords.com <http://www.kungfurecords.com>) - Milkman
August Burns Red “Looks Fragile After All”
Christ-core that isn’t preachy and explores other issues (including
those dealing with girls of course), I’m already impressed.
The band opens tightly with the screams perfectly timed to the music,
breath-shred, breath-shred. At first, the vocals are a bit distracting
as it sounds like the singer is about to cough, what he’d
be coughing up I’m scared to find out, but as the album progresses
speaking parts are brought in and there is a greater focus on more
varied musical work. Now, ABR are definitely not kidding with the
hardcore, they are judd-ing and breaking down like the best of them,
but miraculously, it’s not at all boring. They haven’t
broken any new ground, but the fact that they are able to keep this
album vibrant is an achievement of its own. This isn’t very
distinctive, it is certainly formulaic, and very safe-they take
no chances and stay on the straight and beaten to a pulp narrow
path, but it does resonate somehow. For a hardcore album to make
me want to see a band live, and not the other way around, there’s
gotta be something special. Whatever their hook is, I’m in.
(CI Records, 739 Manor St, Lancaster, PA 17603, - www.cirecords.com
<http://www.cirecords.com> ) - Erika Owens
Bats And Mice “A Person Carrying A Handmade Paper Bag Is Considered
As A Royal Person”
I got my first Bats And Mice record at the last 400 Years show,
and I thought that EP was really good. Then, a couple of years ago,
I got their first full length record and was pretty disappointed.
Considering it was a somewhat different lineup I just thought the
songs were rather plain and not as interesting as those first 3
from the first EP. Then I got really into Ben Davis’s solo
stuff and was pretty excited on another Bats And Mice record to
hopefully reverse my opinion of the band. Well here it is, complete
with another new line up and one of the worst record titles/covers
I’ve ever seen. As for the record itself: let’s just
say they were the Spin Doctors of the early 90s - they were pretty
good, but did anyone really care? The songs aren’t bad per
se, but they’re definitely far from good or memorable. Plus
it’s only a four song EP and the first song is instrumental.
So if you’re a fan of Lovitt stuff, which I usually am, then
you might be into it, but for the most part I’d say it’s
just pretty boring indie rock and instead you should check out either
Ben Davis’s solo stuff or Sleepytime Trio. (Lovitt Records,
PO Box 248 Arlington, VA 22210 www.lovitt.com) - VeganVadim
Bensin “Leave Your Mark”
Obviously influenced by Blink182, Bensin plays a played-out brand
of pop-punk (a genre definition which rarely includes actual punk,
in all truth). They sing about “stupid stuck up girls”,
jocks in high school, and how they pass out on their kitchen floor.
In their defense, they are very tight and surely logged many practice
hours in someone’s basement. The band has been together for
6 years and it’s a safe bet to assume that the only thing
that has improved in that time frame is their guitar interplay and
predictable vocal harmonies, because no progression is found in
their lyrical content or overall sound. The most offensive track
is “Pop Star,” a Good Charlotte rip-off about rich ‘pop-stars’
that name drops Michelle Branch, Avril Levigne’s “Complicated,”
Paris Hilton, American Idol, and Survivor. It’s the stupidest
thing I have ever heard: they describe conventional pop-song construction,
including modulation, laid-on strings, hip-hop beats, and how they
use the same chords for the whole song, with the irony being that
all of their songs use this exact construction. And then they belch
at the end of the song. It’s pathetic. PS: before Bensin,
they were known as Dinkus 9. Spare me. (Search and Rescue Records,
P.O. Box 8260, Ann Arbor, MI, 48104, - www.searchandrescuerecords.com
<http://www.searchandrescuerecords.com>) - Thumper
Bitter Bitter Weeks Revenge
The formula is simple. One man + one guitar + some loneliness +
a friend’s passing + a new and unjust war = an album choc
full of acoustic protests and heartbreaks delivered with spine chilling
sincerity. Bitter Bitter Weeks is actually the alter ego used by
notable Philadelphia producer Brian Mctear when he moves from one
side of the boards to the other. While he has spent many years now
helping other musicians achieve their goals, he finally booked some
time for himself in his studio to finish his second full length
and if you enjoy Elliot Smith or even early R.E.M., this record
is for you. Though there are a few upbeat pop songs like the standout
“Kings,” most of this record carries a dark tone throughout.
If I haven’t made it clear enough, this is a good record and
Mctear knows his sound well enough to make it shine on this record
through his strong production skills. (My Pal God Records, 47 Hardy
Drive, Princeton NJ 08540) - Greg T.
Black Cross “Widows Bloody Widows”
This is not exactly a “new” Black Cross record. Besides
being a clever take off of a Black Sabbath record title, this CD
is a collection of old outtakes, 7 inch recordings and other various
unreleased tracks, some dating back to when they were still named
Black Widows. The sound quality isn’t always that great, but
the band’s signature jagged hardcore style remains very much
the same as it has existed over the years. Lead vocalist, Rob Pennington’s
strong yell seems to have stayed pretty much on the level, gaining
intensity and more melody in later years, but it’s all good.
The last track, recorded in a garage and copyrighted 1981 is pretty
hilarious, and I think the guys in the band know that. There really
isn’t too much else to say about this release; it’s
pretty much exactly what I expected it to be, and I mean that in
a good way. I think this would actually be a good record to get
people into this band that have not yet heard them, as there is
a pretty good mix of material. I’m not sure this was a necessary
release, but I like it anyway. For those who haven’t had the
joy of witnessing these guys live, please do. I’ve only seen
them once, but they put on a show I’ll never forget. (Initial
Records P.O. Box 17131 Louisville, Kentucky 40217 - www.initialrecords.com)
- Klyjew
Blueprint Car Crash “Rhetoric of a Marionette”
So this is my last review for this month and so far I’ve reviewed
3 really great records. What are the chances I’ll like this
last one? Slim to none. Just looking at this album I can see that
it has “Pretentious Emo BS” written all over it. Artwork,
album title, band name… this record doesn’t have a prayer.
Pretty boy emo is the worst, and that scrEamo stuff is not far behind.
If it’s emo, even if I like it I’ll tell you I hate
it just because that’s what I do. To all you 22 year olds
out there: Your generation blows and your music sucks ass. So what
about Blueprint Car Crash? They fucking rule…and that, my
friend, is an understatement. They get it. No wait, they got it.
They did what bands like Thursday only wish they could do. (Well,
besides putting out something listenable.) They combine a current
sound with everything that’s great about the DC sound of old,
the Chicago/Louisville sound of the mid-nineties and even some jazz
flavor to spice it up. Either these guys are brilliant and are going
to be huge or I just don’t get you damn kids. (The Miltia
Group, 1215 North Red Gum, Suite L, Anaheim, CA 92806 - www.themiltiagroup.com)
- Wally Peters Jr.
Brandtson “Send Us A Signal”
I’m not sure when Brandtson became Jimmy Eat World, but they
pull it off remarkably well. This album has so many hooks, so much
brightness, and so much inviting and accessible music that it’s
ready to become a summer staple. This is recommended for those with
a jones for emo and indie rock, but always craving good accessible
rock tunes. The group reworks an old song, “Blindspot,”
to make it a standout alongside “Escapist,” “C’mon
Facista” and “Over And Out.” The group is able
to be sincere without being too schmaltzy and accessible and poppy
without becoming annoyingly repetitive and stupid. The album’s
got bite and pop and it’s a hit. (The Militia Grou,p 1215
North Red Gum, Suite L Anaheim, CA 92806 - www.themilitiagroup.com
<http://www.themilitiagroup.com>) - Dan W
The Briefs “Sex Objects”
“Everything happens for a reason.” This phrase is what
cheers me up when things don’t go my way. Last night I brought
this record to the counter at my local record shop, pulled out some
crumpled bills from my pockets, and realized I didn’t have
enough loot, so I left empty handed, feeling blue. This morning
I got the record for free from my Wonka Vision friends. See, those
are words of wisdom! Much like those positive thoughts, The Briefs
have an uncanny way of putting a smile on my face, from ear to ear.
They are pathologically cool. That is to say that they just can’t
help it. “Sex Objects” is no better nor worse than their
previous two albums. It is a continuance of the fun, the fury, and
the fake cockney accents that those “in the know” have
come to love. Watching the Briefs is like seeing The Vibrators,
Eater, or any of those brilliant 1977 British punk bands before
they became grandparents. When our grandchildren start exploring
the nostalgic sounds of 2004, don’t be surprised when they
bleach their hair and start emulating their quirky, peroxide blonde
heroes. To be brief on The Briefs; A+! (BYO Records, P.O. Box 67609
Los Angeles, CA 90067 - www.byorecords.com) -Toothless George
Call Me Lightning The Trouble We’re In
What can I say? I got this CD and was very excited to pop it into
my player for two reasons: the first one being that it is a Revelation
records release, the second one being that the press release compared
these three gentlemen from the Midwest to another trio from San
Pedro California, The Minutemen. While the Minutemen were one of
the most influential, creative, and unforgettable bands in American
punk rock history, CML is not. Imitation is only the most sincere
form of flattery when the imitation is good. The only redeeming
quality of the record is that the enclosed artwork in the CD book
is hilarious. Sadly, it would probably require you to buy the record
if you ever wanted to see the cheeseburger godzilla surfing on a
wave of skulls or the 3-headed bear/butterflies. No thanks to the
Revelation crew who has disappointed, yet again, which leaves me
asking the question, What the Fuck happened to you guys???!!!! (Revelation
Records - www.revalationrecords.com) - Greg T.
Candiria “What Doesn’t Kill You…”
These boys from New York have always been a few steps ahead of the
game and the new album proves that they still want to draw the line
in the sand and boast, “Go ahead…cross it.” Candiria
have the balls to combine heavy metal ethics with jazz, true power
and fury without sounding as if they bought the hard rock rulebook
and decided to follow the guidelines. “What Doesn’t
Kill You…” is a fine example of what a “band”
should and could be. They run the gamut of their genre, which is
metal, but let the influence of punk, jazz, prog and electro come
in to round it up and shoot us out with clearer eyes. If anything,
it’s the tightness of their sound and attitude that comes
forth and can impress almost anyone in almost any cult of music
fandom. Man, they even kind of tread on the grounds of reggae for
a bit. Now, don’t expect some wild world beat album here….
this is a heavy rock album. It’s just…. oh never mind.
You’ll have to hear it for yourself. (Type A Records, 130
W42nd Street, Suite 909, NY NY, 10036) - Mark Whittaker
The Casket Lottery “Smoke And Mirrors”
The Casket Lottery is a band I was always aware of but never really
got into, and for good reason. Far more people have done this far
better. I admire the effort and I’m sure that their friends
coo over the acoustic versions of these songs, but by and large
Smoke And Mirrors lacks any characteristic that would distinguish
it from any other third-on-the-roster-out-of-five-at-a-college-rock-fest-circa-2002
type band. “On The Air” is blandly rambling until the
line “wide-eyed and wondering” opens up the song in
a, dare I say it, tone softer than most bands sounding as such but
pushes the song into “my dad’s coupe has a moon roof
and we’re riding along looking at stars on the way back to
my place to watch a movie and by watch a movie I mean make out but
there are some heavier chords in this song so I’m not soft,
oh no, I’m not soft, baby” territory. They pull a similar
trick on the following track, “Ten Years,” where they
slow it down, presumably to let the singer push his hair out of
his eyes and look supercute. The title track has reverbs over a
boppy (but not too boppy) bass line and strained vocals…like
you didn’t see that coming. (Second Nature Recordings, P.O.
Box 413084, Kansas City, MO 6414 -, www.secondnaturerecordings.com
<http://www.secondnaturerecordings.com>) - Thumper
Cast Aside “The Struggle”
Richmond, VA’s Cast Aside follows heavy hardcore formula number
one to an exact tee. Chug chug, breakdown. Lyrics about hardcore
pride, straight edge pride, being edge, breaking edge, getting betrayed
by “friends,” you know the deal. They use the word “fucking”
multiple times in every song to reinforce the important part of
the lyrics, to show you they really mean it, just in case the message
isn’t getting through to you without the profanity. This sounds
a lot like Buried Alive, so if you’re into that sort of thing,
or Terror, Hatebreed, or any of those bands, pick this up for sure.
This certainly isn’t groundbreaking or terribly original by
any means, but it’s light years ahead of the rest of the pack
as far as listenability. This one’s a keeper for sure. (Deathwish,
Inc. address - www.deathwishinc.com ) - Chris X
Chomsky “Let's Get To Second”
From the opening keyboard riff (ala Baba O'Riely) of "Light"
to the final seconds of the video game inspired guitar licks of
"Circle," Chomsky kicks my ass. Sounding like a clash
between early Joe Jackson and The Cars, Chomsky does something that
all the other electro-Weezer sounding bands don't... write good
songs. I mean, really good. There ain't a dud on this record. It
reminds me of that terrific record The Faint did before they became
a bunch of art school losers who are too good for everyone. I hate
to get all one syllable, three-word sentence with you but my pathetic
attempt at journalism would just taint the subject matter at hand.
Chomsky is good. (Aezra Records, 14040 North Cave Creek Road, Suite
110, Phoenix, AZ 85022 - www.aezra.com) - Wally Peters Jr.
Chronic Future “Lines In My Face”
Check out this concept! Hard rock coated with hip-hop lyrics and
undertones! Four guys with different musical influences and upbringings
coming together to form a melting pot of radical sounds! This hasn’t
been done 600,000 times before, has it? Just what we needed - another
Limp Bizkit or 311 plaguing our radio waves in an attempt to finally
bridge the gap of musical genres. In all actuality, however, this
album really doesn’t suck too badly. I know, I was surprised
as well. The opening track is featured on my EA Sports MVP 2005
Baseball, Playstaion game, which I love, so they get automatic points
for that. The album tends to be a bit overproduced at times but
for the most part the songs have a steady flow about them. Chronic
Future doesn’t exploit the fact that they bring different
cultural influences to the table. The transitions from one sound
to the next are successful where other bands of this school tend
to leave you thinking, “Is this the same song?” I hate
to use the hybrid theory on bands but I’m going to do it anyway
because I love being hypocritical and pissing you off. Chronic Future
= New Beastie Boys + Hoobastank. (Interscope Records, 2220 Colorado
Ave, Santa Monica, CA 90404 - www.interscope.com <http://www.interscope.com>)
- Jersey Jef
The Code “Rhetoric Of Reason”
Marc Defiant and his band of rebels deliver a great new EP divided
equally into a punk rock/hard core hybrid and ska-core. “Know
Your Enemy,” the disc’s opening track, is just plain
badass! It’s my pissed off, aggro, driving song, but it’s
more than just that. It’s got really thoughtful lyrics too.
“If we don’t act on our ideas/ Then they’re just
words we sing…” Hell yeah! These boys nailed it on the
head. That’s the biggest problem I’ve had with many
political bands- good slogans, but no actions. Collectively, they
have strong opinions, but instead of whining about them, like a
lot of other bands, they are trying to do something about what they
are singing. For example, this year they have been involved with
Punkvoter (www.punkvoter.com <http://www.punkvoter.com>) and
other like-minded organizations in support of their cause to get
the youth out registering to vote. I’m assuming they’re
not voting Republican! The secret track is a remix of the second
song, done by King Django. Imagine a typical rap remix from the
80’s, minus the wicky-wicky, and tone-deaf vocals, put it
to ska beats, and you’ve got it. It’s not the best part
of the record, but it’s still pretty cool. (Jump Start Records,
P.O. Box 10296 State College, PA 16805 - www.jumpstartrecords.com)
-Toothless George
The Comas “Conductor”
What was that line from Jerry McGuire? “You had me at ‘hello…”
The Comas had me from the opening few seconds of the first track
on their third release, Conductor. The swirling bumblebee buzzing
coupled with the acoustic, almost flamenco-style, guitars that start
“The Science Of Your Mind” has to be among the most
memorable intros I’ve heard this year. And that’s all
in the first 15 seconds. Fortunately, the rest of the song, which
mixes the early ‘90s alt-rock mystery of Jane’s Addiction
with the pseudo jam-band flavor of Blind Melon, doesn’t disappoint.
The album, a response by Andy Herod to a breakup that shattered
his spirit and soul, is full of desperate yet cathartic lyrics,
though this album isn’t the one you want to throw on when
attempting to slit your wrists - it’s too damn fun and engaging,
particularly the grungy “Invisible Drugs,” which is
reminiscent of the band Helicopter Helicopter, and the Sparklehorse-like
dusky ballad, “Dirty South.” Producer Alan Weatherhead
(Sparklehorse, Mary Timony, Nina Persson) did a wonderful job capturing
the feelings that Herod was releasing through his music. Just make
sure to stick around until the CD finishes because the Neil Young
and Crazy Horse-style unlisted track that ends the CD is amazing.
As an incentive for people to buy the CD rather than download it,
the CD features a bonus DVD movie starring Dawson’s Creek
actress Michelle Williams. Graphic designer Brent Bonacorso brings
to life the music of Conductor in this experimental film through
a mixture of live action and animated sequences. (Yep Roc Records,
PO Box 4821, Chapel Hill, NC, 27515 - www.yeproc.com) - Chip Midnight
Confuse Your Idols A Tribute To Sonic Youth
Any kid who hit high school and above in the late eighties and early
nineties probably at least knew who Sonic Youth were and respected
their status as underground heroes. Others fell wholeheartedly in
love with the group and considered themselves part of the daydream
nation. Most of the bands on this compilation fall into the second
category. Sadly, even though the heart is in the right place, it
doesn’t necessarily mean that the music will follow. To put
it more harshly, most of these bands and their interpretations of
the music would make Sonic Youth sad. Many of the groups went the
straightforward approach and just covered a song note for note.
The standouts here were New Grenada’s cover of “Eric’s
Trip” (I like the punky girl vocals) and Elf Power’s
cover of “Kotton Krown.” Other bands opted for the more
challenging and interesting task of putting their own signature
on songs by rearranging them a bit with varied results. For instance,
Tub Ring’s swing version of “Kool Thing” sounds
like it might be a kool idea, but it’s not. Congratulations
are in order for KY Prophet for their pseudo hip-hop version of
“Making The Nature Scene.” It may not be perfect, but
at least they tried something a little different. Overall, this
record really doesn’t add anything to the legacy of Sonic
Youth. I’d much rather listen to the real thing. (Narnack
Records, 381 Broadway 4th floor/suite 3, New York, New York 1001
3- www.narnackrecords.com) - Greg T.
Copeland “Know Nothing Stays The Same”
A vase of tulips is all that graces the cover and insert of this
album. Inside the cover the flowers are drooping; a simple, but
loaded image. Promising, but sad, and entirely too “emo.”
That picture made me rather hesitant. Well, as I was so busy overanalyzing
the cover art I missed that it is cover art for a cover album full
of five of everyone’s favorite ballads. Phil Collins, Carly
Simon, Berlin, it’s a retro adult contempo fest, but damn,
did I sway and sing right along. Aaron Marsh brings a sincerity
and immediacy to each song that just isn’t there when you
hear it after the 30-second-motor-mouth car ad on the radio. He
emulates the originators softly, especially in “She’s
Always a Woman” where he adopts a bit of Billy Joel’s
signature tone. The singing is accompanied by lush piano and strings,
which support and focus the haunting crooning. These are definitely
covers, the original work is completely intact and Copeland just
injects them with a new energy and indie slant, with no illusions
about taking ownership or overshadowing. Pretty songs, comfortable
key, and lovey dovey lyrics, the pain…er, the enjoyment, doesn’t
get much purer. (The Militia Group, 1215 North Red Gum, Suite L,
Anaheim, CA 92806, - www.themilitiagroup.com <http://www.themilitiagroup.com>
) - Erika Owens
Death Threat “Now Here Fast”
I don’t know why I don’t like Death Threat. They’re
genuine guys, they’ve been around, they have great lyrics,
and they play REAL hardcore and still manage to put their own, original
spin on things. Yet I have never been a fan. I don’t know
what it is, but I just can’t get into them. Unbiased review?
You bet your white belt! Like I said, they take the straight up
hardcore formula and put their own unique sound to it - hard, yet
melodic, with Aaron’s trademark gruff vocals. Kids new and
old will eat this stuff up. Awesome lyrics (penned by dudes who
have been around long enough to have a realistic perspective on
things) to sing along to, coupled with some good mosh parts. This
is everything I could ask for in a hardcore band today. So I don’t
know why I’m not into it. Not my cup of chai I guess, but
I have nothing but respect for these guys and wish them the best.
Support this band, and maybe you’ll like them better than
I do. (Triple Crown Records need address and website) - Chris X
Deep Enough To Die “My City Of Ruin”
Some people flick boogers at the wall to see which ones will stick.
Others throw pencils into the ceiling, watching for a pattern to
appear. Other people enter the studio and screw around with every
popular element till they hit ten songs and call it a day. Element
number one: Godawful lyrics. We are beckoned into the “City”
with the epiphany “I set myself on fire, cause I heard that
love was warm.” Wow, first song and you know you are in for
some heavy soul searching. Later, in “One More Time”
we are warned “…this is not a love song, this is my
tread mark on your shirt.” As the embers of love cool we get
acquainted with element number two: screaming. Obviously screaming
is instant scene points. Plus, screaming obscures bad lyrics while
pushing the emotions through the roof. ‘Cause clearly, people
only scream when really crazy stuff is going down. This screaming
is supported by the ever popular element number three: hardcore-lite.
Hardcore-lite brings the scream+sing into the equation, with a few
errant jud-juds, and anything else loud and messy. Mess, blood,
charred vocal chords, Deep Enough To Die have it all, if you like
booger inspired albums that is. (DressedTto Kill Records, P.O. Box
24716 Philadelphia, PA 19111, - www.dressedtokill.org <http://www.dressedtokill.org>
) - Erika Owens
The Delgados “Universal Audio”
The Delgados have been releasing consistently good records for close
to 10 years now and Universal Audio may be their best yet. In fact,
I would say that they get better with each release. This album seems
to be much more on the raw side than the last release, Hate, but
tracks like “Come Undone” highlight the layered, almost
orchestrated songs of the previous albums. Those tracks however
lie in stark contrast to the folk rock of “Get Action!”
and “Sink or Swim” and the total pop highlight of the
album/would-be modern rock radio hit (if such a thing existed) is
“Everybody Come Down.” The Delgados have definitely
turned a corner with this record and it is definitely a pleasant
shift. My only concern is that I don’t end up missing The
Delgados of old. Think New Pornographers but from Europe and with
a lot more to offer, or maybe Rilo Kiley when they were good and
not such a caricature of themselves. (Transdreamer Records, P.O.
Box 1955, New York, NY 10113 - www.transdreamer.com) - Wally Peters
Jr.
Derringer “A Rock And Roll Tragedy CD”
The true rock and roll tragedy is that some poor kid bought this
CD with the last of his lunch money, because he really loves Derringer,
and the damn thing won’t even play in his CD player! Thank
God I didn’t have to buy it, ‘cause I’d be fighting
someone, and I’m not kidding! I get cranky when I’m
hungry! (Zero Velocity Records, P.O. Box 108 Baintridge, PA 17502
- www.zerovelocityrecords.com) -Toothless George
Dillinger Escape Plan “Miss Machine”
Since 1999, we’ve all been waiting (not so patiently) for
a new full length from Jersey’s finest: The Dillinger Escape
Plan. You know what to expect, right? Blazing speeds, mind boggling
time signatures, and more musicianship than you can throw a folding
chair at. It’s all here in Miss Machine. But wait, something
seems not quite the same! That’s Dillinger’s trademarked
sound alright, but there’s some other voice leading the charge.
Ladies and fat Goth kids with Slipknot shirts, listen up! This is
Greg (the new singer) and he will now be pummeling your senses with
the voice that should have been fronting this band since day one.
I thought he was great live, but this is even better; he’s
got that same dead on scream that Dimitry had but, unlike past efforts
from the band (minus the Patton EP), Greg’s voice can mold
and change, his tone can move from high to low, screeching to low
growling. And then, Dillinger throws out even their own rulebook,
adding singing to the mix; and not just any singing, melodic, powerful
singing. Most of the melody is set to jilted, Nine Inch Nails styled,
creepy songs, thrown expertly in the midst of the stuff you would
normally expect from the band. These are the songs you always knew
Dillinger was capable of, but never seemed to do. Miss Machine gives
you all the technical glory of Calculating Infinity while adding
a new level to the band’s sound. Unexpected melodies and harmonies
find their way in between the expected structured chaos, leaving
you at the end of 99 tracks (there are eleven songs but the CD goes
up to track 99) feeling that you have never heard this style done
this well, and may never again... till their next CD at least. In
addition, the cover art looks like a modern day, technological Dali
Painting, adding another dimension to the awesomeness of this disc.(Relapse
Records, P.O. Box 2060, Upper Darby, PA 19082 - www.relapse.com
<http://www.relapse.com>) - Klyjew
Down To Earth Approach “Another Intervention”
Pretty boy emo rock, oh how I loathe thee with your fake, snotty
vocals and peppy schoolyard riffs. You make me dance when I don’t
want to; sing along and crack a wide smile when I feel like moping.
You… complete me. Oh god, naw, seriously, this is solid pop/emo
from New York’s Down to Earth Approach that, like all albums
of this ilk, gets you all worked up for two or three songs and then,
like coming off a sugar high, just brings you down for the next
seven or so. Crank “Triple Black” at a high school prom
or some illicit bush party and someone’s getting laid, guaranteed.
It’s a killer pop song with those perfectly saccharine sing-sung
vox and the breeziest guitar lick this side of early Saves the Day.
But, like I said, once we get into the meat of Another Intervention,
my back starts to hurt, the head starts to lull, and the eyelids
feel heavy, as if Mr. Sandman’s yanking on them with his tiny
pick-axe… Huh, wha… sorry, what’s going on again?
Oh ya, Down to Earth Approach. Some pretty, emo rock pop shit. (Vagrant
Records, 2118 Wilshire Blvd., Santa Monica, CA 90403, - www.vagrant.com
<http://www.vagrant.com>) - Jason Schreurs
Dynamite Boy Self Titled
This is a self titled release, but it is certainly not a debut.
Dynamite Boy have been at this for a while, and they know what they
are doing-solid pop punk, and that is not a bad thing. Sometimes
you just need to sing along with “real life is such a Monday”
and Dynamite Boy provide that outlet. In a few minutes Dynamite
Boy are able to encapsulate a tinge of insecurity or concern about
a girl in a way that is fun to sing along to and full of empathy.
Musing that “I’m so unsure of what I’d say to
you, if you’d listen” is something we’ve all done,
and now it’s a song! The lighthearted tone to these songs
is key. No blood or retribution, just over analysis and wonder.
There is even rhyme time with “Zap, you’re it/My life
is full of shit.” It’s those compact, clever lyrics
that make Dynamite Boy endearing. They try out the yelling and loudness,
but it’s just hollow and even the quieter tracks lack heart.
Dynamite Boy’s spirit and success lies with those pop ditties
that happily dominate the album.(Fearless Records, 13772 Goldenwest
St. #545, Westminister, CA 92638, - www.fearlessrecords.com <http://www.fearlessrecords.com>
) - Erika Owens
Endicott “The Words In Ink Don’t Lie”
The Words In Ink Don’t Lie, Endicott’s debut LP, is
a mess of a record that exposes a young band struggling to find
direction. Though there are obvious influences, some of which I
fear to mention (Finch) in the same paragraph as Equal Vision Records,
it is not these influences that hamper Endicott’s success.
The problem lies in the band’s inability to follow what makes
them standout - Charles Cure’s vocals, and instead giving
us the same hackneyed riffs, lyrical content, and song design. The
fact that all of this is coming together under a label that is ubiquitous
with underground A&R (see Converge, Time in Malta and American
Nightmare/Give Up The Ghost) is even more frustrating as it invites
questions like, “What role did Equal Vision have in Endicott’s
final product?” Regardless of whether or not EVR is on the
right path, when Endicott is on its game it clearly has a unique
feel, as sampled on tracks like “Ransom Note,” “Death
Sentence,” and “The Black Anniversary.” These
songs standout from the rest of the effort based on the simple fact
that they fail to sound like the bastard children of Finch and At
The Drive-In and instead sound like Endicott, a unique and progressive
act that, potentially, could round out the sound of EVR’s
roster.
(Equal Vision Records, P.O. Box 38202, Albany, NY 12203 - www.equalvision.com)
- Alexander Karghe
The Estate “Four Fuckin Songs”
Little Stevie knows his shit. Touring with Springsteen and whacking
with Tony Soprano gives someone serious credibility and now he has
a radio show and garage rock contest along with a lot of insight
into music. Little Stevie’s advice is to start as a cover
band. Cover bands may have lost their luster, but they really do
serve a vital purpose as a proving ground and practice opportunity
for aspiring rock stars. The Estate should have heeded his advice.
Instead of outright covers, they just lift a few rifts. Is that
The Offspring I hear, a little Sunny Day? They play diluted, guitar
driven indie rock, but it’s the lyrics that really need some
help. A good piece of advice would be that insane exaggerations
including blood and knives do not equal awesome, emotionally charged
lyrics. “Take this knife from my bleeding spine” is
just plain over the top, but really, it’s to be expected.
The album opens with “my wrist’s still hurt from everything”
and the melodrama does not relent. Four Fuckin Songs closes with
one stripped down, but still saccharine filled, live acoustic track.
It’s live, but without any individual authenticity, just like
the entire album. (Brokenglass Records, 1688 Fairway Dr. Jamison,
PA 18929, - www.brokenglassrecords.net <http://www.brokenglassrecords.net>
) - Erika Owens
The Exit “Home For An Island”
Sophomore slump! What does a band do when their first full-length
is a critical smash with magazines and fans alike? If you’re
The Exit, you take the low road to second-record suckdom. I adore
The Exit, even if they were a bit ostentatious when interviewed
by Justin and myself a few issues back, “New Beat” was
one of my absolute must-have, must-play, must-blare-loudly-on-my-way-home-from-high-school-during-warm-days-of-my-Senior-year
CDs of 2002. Home For An Island is one of the more disappointing
CDs I have ever listened to. The songs are indistinguishable from
each other, the reggae and punk influences are diluted to only a
few measly bongo taps and listless drumming, and the passion is
completely sucked out from Jeff Darosa’s voice. Ben Brewer
takes the lead on “Back To The Rebels” and I actually
like the line “It seems like when we get something special,
they buy it up and sell it back to the rebels,” only it is
incredibly hard to believe such pseudo-disenfranchised punk lamentations
when they are embedded on a hopelessly bland CD. If this is maturity,
then fuck it. Bring back the exuberance and honesty of “New
Beat” or I’m no longer listening. (Some Records, 345
7th Avenue, 24th floor, New York, NY, 10001 - www.holidaymatinee.com
<http://www.holidaymatinee.com>) - Thumper
A Faith Called Chaos “Forgive Nothing”
“Forgive Nothing” passed my first test of album reviews;
I didn’t want to immediately use it as a Frisbee! However,
the next thing that came to mind was Motley Crue meets Godzilla.
This six piece from Dallas grew into a post hardcore rock band form
its early metal roots…thank God, at least we don’t have
another shitty metal band to deal with. The omnipresent scream/sing
combo is found on every song and is oddly coupled with Mick Mars
(guitarist from the Crue, duh) solos. This makes for an interesting
listen but since I’m not the biggest fan of this style, it
doesn’t really butter my bread…let’s be honest,
it doesn’t even get the bread out of the bag. And at some
points it actually makes me laugh out loud. Hopefully playing Warped
Tour this summer will convince them that this sound is dead or soon
will be. Interesting how a band gets listed on Warped shortly after
signing to Volcom, isn’t it? Musically, it’s tight and
well produced and the solos, while somewhat comical to me are enjoyable
and certainly will be to the guitar heads out there. (Volcom Entertainment,
1740 Monrovia Ave, Costa Mesa, CA 92627 - www.volcoment.com <http://www.volcoment.com>)
- Milkman
The Fall The Real New Fall
I imagine that most Wonka Vision readers have never heard a Fall
song even though they have been playing for longer than most of
you have been alive; 27 years and counting. These guys were gigantic
in the early punk scene of the UK back in the late 70’s and
early 80’s and then fell off the map due to poor records and
turmoil within the band. A few years back they decided to give it
another go, but haven’t had the same impact they once did.
This record was originally released last year in the UK under a
different name. This domestic release adds two new songs, along
with a completely stripped down version of the original songs, giving
this album a less produced feel that more accurately represents
what the Fall used to sound like. Mark E. Smith sounds more and
more like Lou Reed these days, which isn’t bad. The music
is slower than it used to be, but the Fall still rock like the scene
innovators they once were and still are. Give this a chance if you
want to know your roots, or simply buy one of their older and better
records to fully understand why these guys were so important. (Narnack
Records, 381 Broadway 4th floor/suite3, New York, New York 10013
- www.narnackrecords.com) - Greg T.
The Fight “Nothing New Since Rock ‘N’ Roll”
The Fight is a prime example of the darker side of the punk-music
business. That the punk scene, commercially at least, is a stagnant
and unfortunate source of continued sexism and machismo is relatively
obvious. Just take an inventory of your punk, oi, and hardcore records
and you will undoubtedly find no abundance of women. For this reason
The Fight’s latest record, Nothing New Since Rock ‘N’
Roll is apparently being distributed by some unknown punk label,
Repossession Records, as opposed to its former home, the paramount
of P.C., Fat Wreck Chords; which is quite a shame, considering how
good this new record is. Across 14 tracks The Fight’s There’s
Nothing New … proves that the 16 and 18 year olds who put
out the Home Is Where The Hate Is EP two years ago have matured
as songsmiths - though older tracks do make up part of this full-length
- and are poised to take over the world. “JB’s,”
“Can’t Be Bothered,” and especially “Karaoke
Star” are all gems. There’s Nothing New Since Rock ‘N’
Roll is punk that is true enough to its roots, in this case Frenzal
Rhomb, that the sugar coated production allows it to be a contender
for the elusive mainstream audience while staying in touch with
its base.
(Repossession Records- -www.repossessionrecords.com) - Alexander
Kargher
First Class “Somewhere In The Grey”
According to Nietzsche, “Love is a state in which a man sees
things most decidedly as they are not.” It’s a good
thing that I don’t “love” this band, or you couldn’t
trust a word I said! First Class plays very fast. Their CD has first
class production. Their harmonies are first class, as is their drummer.
Why then, don’t I “love” them? First Class is
a little too radio friendly for me to get into. I imagine little
13-year-old alternative girls screaming for them, but I’m
not 13 or a girl, last time I checked! With the “right”
management, I could see the sale of little First Class dolls doing
really well. Jello Biafra wrote, “There’s something
I don’t like about a band that always smiles.” I have
something to add to that: There’s something I don’t
like about bands thanking God! God doesn’t give a shit about
your music. Bible thumpers chose gospel as the sound of Christianity
a long time ago. Now they have to live with their mistake! God has
no place in Rock N Roll! Do not dismiss me as a heretic- I merely
feel that one should not overstep his/her bounds! God bless Satan!
(Johanns Face Records, P.O. Box 479164, Chicago, IL 60647 - www.johannsface.com)
- Toothless George
The Freeze “Freak Show/Crawling Blind”
This band from the Boston punk/hardcore scene has a career that
has spanned 20+ years and has had their share of trials and tribulations
ranging from social phobia, panic attacks, kleptomania, multiple
chemical dependencies, felony convictions, intermittent agoraphobia,
early onset Alzheimer’s, brain tumor, and even pedophilia
(the guilty band member was kicked out.) This album is a re-release
on Dr. Strange Records of two albums that self-admittedly showcase
the mental instability of lead singer, Cliff Hanger. The first album
on this CD is “Freak Show,” originally released in 1995
on the German label, Lost and Found. It has been described as their
18 song return to short and fast music with their usual, “lyrically-unusual”
topics. “Crawling Blind,” the second album on the CD
was the second of five releases on Lost and Found was unheard of
in the states until now. The sound is old fashioned punk rock with
that classic Brit sound mixed in. I’ve yet to really sit down
and sink my teeth into this one but without a doubt I’ll dissect
this and hopefully shed some light on my own mental instabilities.
(Dr. Strange Records, P.O. BOX 1058, Alta Loma, CA 91701 - www.drstrange.com
<http://www.drstrange.com>) - Milkman
The F-ups S/T
The almost-rebellious-but-not-quite name of the band says it all:
this young “punk” band from the suburbs of Minnesota
may have punk rock intentions, but the result is a pop punk album
that doesn’t sound entirely different from Good Charlotte
or New Found Glory or any of the other contemporary pseudo-punk
bands. Because the F-ups’ sound is so generic, and has been
heard a million times before, it’s hard to say anything good
about this record. The lyrics, for example, are anything but original.
Case in point: “Screw you/ screw you/ and so I say screw you”
(from “Screw You”). In all fairness, “Screw You”
was apparently the first song front man Travis Allen wrote, and
he was 13, so one cannot expect a masterpiece. However, this juvenile
songwriting begs the question, why even include this song on the
album? Did they run out of material? To make matters worse, the
rest of the songs are not much better; at least they were repaired
and Pro-tooled by the high-profile producer (sarcasm, kids). The
CD follows the formula for a typical young band’s debut: throw
together everything you have and hope it flies. In this case, the
F-ups’ eponymous album does not fly. It will make you cry
for the alleged death of punk and want to run home to your Ramones
albums. (Capitol - www.capitolrecords.com) - Becki Carr
Gamit “Antidote”
Gamit has been through major changes since it’s inception
in 1995, the only constant being lead singer/guitarist Chris Fogal
who has kept the dream alive through multiple line-up changes. I’m
glad to see that he kept the band going long enough to release Antidote,
a really sweet sounding rock album that has a broad appeal to fans
of all sorts of guitar-heavy music. At times, Gamit reminds me of
latter day Jawbreaker (Dear You-era) with songs like “Never
Before Noon” and “Born and Raised Afraid,” while
at other times they showcase a more pop-punk (with an emphasis on
pop) side that kind of reminds me of bands like Ultimate Fakebook
and even Green Day. Based on the band photo on the CD jacket I was
expecting a whiny emo band or an angry post-hardcore band. I’m
very pleasantly surprised that I didn’t hear evidence of either
on this great album. (Suburban Home Records, P.O. Box 40757, Denver,
CO 80204 - www.suburbanhomerecords.com) - Chip Midnight
Gatsby’s American Dream “In the Land Of Lost Monsters”
Awesome band name. Clearly someone in the band read the book jacket
as the preeminent theme of The Great Gatsby is indeed the American
Dream. Well, this provides quite a setup. Gatsby is respected because
of its contribution to that ongoing discourse and aligning yourself
with a novel of that caliber is really pretty gutsy. Unfortunately,
the musical incarnation falls far short of such great cultural heights.
Beyond the intellectual shortfalls, the album isn’t exactly
sonically engaging either. The first two songs are your typical
overproduced bottom tier radio rock ditties. Then, GAD brings out
the big, personal guns. You can just see the rock star with the
bad dye job and girl haircut pulling up the bar stool, hunkering
under the spotlight, and serenading the bar skanks with the “slow
song.” THE slow song just for her, the girl with the cami
as a shirt and cut off jeans to her butt crease, barely covering
the ravages of daily draft beer encounters…and on the final
track he even invites her to snap along. Of course that is all anyone
would be capable of contributing after downing the case necessary
to get through the whole show till their intimate set or this entire
EP. (LLR Records #199 1566 W. Algonquin Rd. Hoffman Estates, IL
60195, - www.llrrecords.com <http://www.llrrecords.com> )
- Erika Owens
GBH “Cruel & Unusual”
I remember hating these guys a lot more. I forget what album that
I heard before, but I do remember that it flew a lot further than
my warped Christian Death record. Gosh, I sure do like breaking
stuff! The average listener might not know that almost half the
album is cover songs, because they only give credit on the little
fact sheet that they sent to W.V. The only cover I actually recognized
was “No!” by The Rezillos, which is pretty good, but
not as good as the original. When is a cover ever better than the
original? The other half of the album is just live versions of previously
recorded tunes. Generally speaking, I’ve never liked the live
versions of songs, with the exception of Evilive!, but since my
old GBH record is shattered, I have nothing to compare these versions
to. This is a great CD for any of you blue collar workers to make
your day go quicker. I’m bringing it to my shop! Last night
I complimented the guy that painted the album cover. He told me
that he also painted an alternate cover for a Japanese version of
the same record. Start hunting completists! (Idol Records, P.O.
Box 720043, Dallas, TX 75372 www.idolrecords.com) -Toothless George
The Ghost “This Pen Is A Weapon”
When Brian Moss sings/screams, “This is an exorcism! This
is an exorcism!” on “Exorcism In The Key Of A Minor”
it certainly sounds as if he’s purging the demons from his
soul, though in the world of post-hardcore rock, the lyrics seem
a bit cliché. Despite the fact that I can’t remember
a specific band that uses these same lyrics, I’m sure it’s
been done before, as it’s an easy way to explain why you are
screaming. It’s like the emo kids singing, “You’re
breaking my heart and now I’m crying,” or something
equivalent. Though this song is pretty standard post-hardcore fare,
the band does an admirable job of staying away from cookie cutter
rock on the nine songs that make up its sophomore release. The listener
is challenged song after song as The Ghost strays from what is expected
and instead delivers interesting time changes, unusual distorted
vocals (“The Skin We Shed Has Stories To Tell”), and
even an Irish-sounding chorus (in “Mad Max Was An Amateur”).
The lengthy “…And Now For My Disappearing Act”
has the ebb and flow of a Mogwai song but it never quite reaches
the rumbling hurricane sound that the Scotsmen create. The Ghost
is definitely headed down the right path with the album closer,
“We Shall Persist.” I’d like to hear them do more
of this arty and sophisticated stuff and less of the angry-man rock.
(Some Records, 345 Seventh Avenue,, New York, NY 10001 - www.some.com)
- Chip Midnight
Hanalei “We Are All Natural Disasters”
I admire musicians who can play the whole field and compose entire
songs while also providing almost all of the instrumentation. Brian
Moss, the beautiful mind behind Hanalei, is truly gifted. This album
is enchanting from start to finish. Reminiscent of The Postal Service
and the Notwist, We Are All Natural Disasters is an album with conviction
and spirit. This folk-rock indie record took only one week to record
which may have actually benefited the outcome. At first listen,
it will make you smile. At second listen, it will make you think,
and after the third, you’ll realize that this is a record
you will not take out of your stereo for a very long time. I strongly
advise all who read this review to go out and FIND this album, it
will make you feel simply good and reinstate your belief that music
is meant to be felt as well as heard. I guarantee you that disappointment
knows nothing of Hanalei. Oh, one more thing…Puff the magic
dragon lived by the sea, and frolicked in the autumn mist on a land
called…fuck, what was it again? (Record Info???) - Brian Beck
Hazen Street “Hazen Street”
Members of H20, Madball, New Found Glory and the legendary Cro-mags
come together to form what is known as Hazen Street, a side project
if you will. Is it just me, or is it essential now to have a side
project? Everybody’s doing it. Anyway, I have to be honest…as
a huge fan of the NYHC scene this album wasn’t what I anticipated
it to be, but was still good nonetheless. The music is very radio
friendly and, dare I say, ‘pop-punk’ sounding, but the
lyrics will blow your mind! Songs of strife, growing up on the streets,
coping with the loss of friends and family - the content remains
the same as it always has with these hardcore legends. The approach,
however, is definitely new. Some people will blast this saying “It
doesn’t sound anything like Madball or Cro-mags.” Doesn’t
that defeat the purpose? I mean, why would you do something that
sounds just like Madball under a different name when you can just
do Madball? Those who dive into this album expecting to hear the
same sound as the members have brought us in the past will surely
be disappointed. Those who go into it with an open mind will be
pleasantly surprised. (DC Flag Records www.dcflagrecords.com <http://www.dcflagrecords.com>)
- Jersey Jef
The Hentchmen “FormFollowsFunction”
With the recent crop of Jet-like specimens currently ruling the
airwaves, it’s nice to see that a band can still hail from
a garage that doesn’t come fully equipped with luxurious foreign
cars. The Hentchmen have been revitalizing the garage rock revival
for about twelve years now, at a time when most members of The Vines
weren’t even able to grow facial hair. Complete with the sleazy
pomp and swirling Fasifa organ that exemplify the genre, The Hentchmen
recognize their roots and lovingly admire them, unlike the majority
of their contemporaries who often seem to forget that there was
rock music recorded before 1978. The most impressive part about
FormFollowsFuction however, is the fact the band is able to take
a notoriously monotonous style of music and create an entire album
that’s worth listening to. From the wailing guitar of “Mike
In The Middle” to the fuzz-pop perfection that is “Waterer
Down,” The Hentchmen aptly prove that they have more than
just the same old trick up their sleeve. Oh, and with all Will Ferrell
references aside, “Thief On Bicycle” is one impressive
illustration of how devastatingly effective the rock cowbell can
be. I got a fever, and well, you know the only prescription.
(Times Beach Records, 118 East Seventh St., Royal Oak, MI 48067
- www.timesbeachrecords.com) - Matt Siblo
Hilliard “{Inside} Out”
Are you sick of the recent garage rock explosion? Are you sick of
all these New York and Detroit bands that pop up every two seconds
promising to be the next big thing? Are you sick of greasy, waif
boys in tight pants and ill-fitting t-shirts? Yeah, I am too. From
the first note of The Strokes’ first EP and from the first
time I saw Meg and Jack in their matching outfits the whole scene
was uncomfortable and unwelcome. Enter Hilliard. All that stuff
you like about rock guitars, attitude-laced vocals and raw in-your-face
songs without the pretentious baggage. This is what so-called “garage
rock” is all about, a bunch of misfits getting together to
bang out barred chords over driving bass lines and frantic drumming,
all topped with pissed off lyrics about girls who have done you
wrong. 27 minutes, 9 songs, 8 reckless rockers, 1 pretty ballad
for the mix tape to the girl you like and 1 guitar tone. Perfect
every time. (Self-released - www.hilliardband.com) - Wally Peters
Jr.
Hot Cross “Fair Trades And Farewells”
This CD is not as good as “Cryonics”. I’m sorry.
Now that we have that over with…Hot Cross is the Great Unexpected
Band, or the Unexpectedly Great Band, or the Band of the Great Unexpected.
They always toy around with new textures and transitions, from abrupt
to interwoven; basically, they do whatever they want and it mostly
works. With Fair Trades And Farewells they demonstrate their unnerving
capability for constructing engaging songs; Hot Cross CDs are not
intended to be background music. However, the boys get a tad lost
in their noodling on “Prepare/Repair,” and “Solanka”
is just an awful song, from Billy’s whining refrain of “dolls
and shells” to the augmented vocal harmonies that unfortunately
appear mid-song. “Two Cripples Dancing” is the most
interesting, and, yes, unexpected inclusion to this six track hodgepodge:
it seems like Hot Cross just wanted to prove that they could write
a pretty song. It opens up with a lush, fuzzy guitar chord base
overlaid with simple, repetitive guitar picking: no words, just…oddly
enough…a beautiful soundscape. It leads seamlessly into the
closer “Consonants,” a standout track to an otherwise
“eh” album. The noodling that soured on the opening
track combines with several vocal stylings and solid drumming resulting
in a multi-faceted presentation that represents all the good parts
of Hot Cross’ inventive tendencies. As an endnote, the layout
and artwork are fantastic: metallic blue on matte black that is
very “Metropolis”-meets-Chelsea-Hotel. (Level Plane,
address needed - <http://www.level-plane.com/hotcross>) -
Thumper
Hot Water Music “The New What Next”
I’ve probably annoyed the hell out of fellow Hot Water Music
lovers the past few weeks with my downright refusal to totally embrace
their latest, The New What Next. Sure, it may be a disc that needs
to grow on you, and, in fact, it has done just that with each successive
listen. Also, at least one member of the band (bassist Jason Black)
has insisted that this record requires more patience than other
HWM offerings but that we will learn to love it. Still, something
sits dormant on this CD, an unfettered boredom beast that sometimes
rears its ugly head around track two or three, makes a real charge
at pulling us into the doldrums during the reggae-tinged “The
Ebb and Flow,” and then mysteriously poofs into a cloud of
smoke for the last three or four rockers on here. Sure, opening
atmosphere piece “Keep It Together” starts things off
brilliantly, the mid-tempo genius blast of “All Heads Down”
is among this band’s best, and the quick punch of “Poison”
and “Giver” displays the band we love in full throttle,
but I still have intermittent trouble latching onto the rest of
this spotty album. Other times, I’m just loving it. So it’s
mood music, for sure. (Epitaph Records, 2798 Sunset Blvd., Los Angeles,
CA, 90026 - www.epitaph.com <http://www.epitaph.com>) - Jason
Schreurs
J Church “Society Is A Carnivorous Flower”
J Church has been around forever and has about 6,000 releases out.
This is probably the two hundredth release on No Idea, and of course,
it’s an EP. Unfortunately, I never really cared about this
band so I don’t have any of their other 6,000 releases to
compare this to. I’ve got to say though, that after being
a band for 6,000 years you’d think they’d be the tightest
band ever, but this is not the case. I guess, in a way, I can look
at this release with some respect since I guess they just don’t
care enough to make a spectacular recording and are content to just
play sloppy punk songs. I saw them play with Propagandhi many years
ago and remember thinking they weren’t anything special, but
also not thinking they were sloppy or anything like that. Speaking
of which, what the hell is up with the song “210” and
“Austin’s Shitty Limits?” These are track 4 and
6 on the CD respectively, and are both equally horrible. I seriously
thought they were a joke. Anyhow, I guess if you’re into J
Church then you might want to check this out?! Otherwise, I’d
recommend getting any Propagandhi or Lagwagon record instead.
(No Idea PO Box 14636 Gainesville, FL 32604 - www.noidearecords.com)
- VeganVadim
Karate Pockets
Geoff Farina is one of the most talented individuals to ever come
out of the post hardcore scene. His tenure in the scene of indie
punk/rock has accorded him some sort of instant name recognition
and attention for any project he undertakes. With Karate, Farina
isn’t alone in skill for crafting songs, as every member of
the band has received formal music training at the collegiate level.
This band started as a D.C. area emo-Dischord clone band. This being
their 7th full-length release, the band has grown musically and
intellectually. They now sound more like Steely Dan than Hoover
or the Crownhate Ruin. Only brief glimpses of the band they once
were can be found here, such as the beautiful song “Cacophony”
or the slow and dreamy “Alingual.” The rest is a more
upbeat, leaning towards jazz-rock with hooky bass lines that would
make Mike Watt jealous. (Southern Records - www.southern.com) -
Greg T.
Keane “Hopes And Fears”
Keane are like Coldplay, but rock even less. They are British, and
they play music that you might like if you let your guard down long
enough for the bittersweet pop songs to take hold. Armed with a
set of drums, a piano, and a velvety voice, this British three piece
is currently taking over England, and dominating the pop charts.
Statewide success has yet to take root. The piano pop of “Everybody’s
Changing” and “Bend And Break” are ready for major
rotation on every station from Lite FM to Top 40. Even though they
come close to majesty on a few tracks, the group can’t shake
some tendencies to write bland love songs that are crafted well
but are ultimately trite and empty and way too much like Coldplay
to come close to originality. So while not entirely brilliant, many
tracks are apt to become guilty pleasures. (Interscope Records,
2220 Colorado Ave Santa Monica, CA 90404 - www.interscope.com) -
Dan W
Kill Verona “Trauma”
I was pretty much ready to dismiss any more bands who use the word
“kill” alongside a woman’s name (trust me, they’re
out there), but Philly’s Kill Verona survive the pre-listen
toss based on an inviting digipack and band photos that don’t
annoy the hell out of me. But, wait a minute, is one guy wearing
one of those goofy fur-lined coats? Okay, I didn’t see that…
anyway, the five tracks on Trauma are pleasing to the ears, semi-rocking
emo with plenty of dynamics (you hear that Leaving Rouge? Dynamics!
Dynamics!). This is the kind of band you actually seek out when
choosing that day’s walking tunes for the ol’ portable
CD player. Guitar intricacies hung on a razor-sharp wire, drums
hit just a little louder than they need to be, impassioned vocals
that sound like they are coming from the gut, not the crotch; it’s
all here. Kill Verona remind me heavily of some of the better Deep
Elm bands. Yep, you heard me, time to wise up to this. Effectively
breaks the curse of bands with names that suggest doing bodily harm
to a female. (Livewire Records, PO Box 007, Mendham, NJ 07945, -
www.livewire-records.com <http://www.livewire-records.com>)
- Jason Schreurs
Lamb of God “Ashes Of The Wake”
I have been anticipating this release for quite some time. What
we have here is basically As The Palaces Burn part two, as it picks
up right where their last record left off. This, of course, is not
a bad thing. I can’t believe this is on a major label. Epic
Records seriously has no business putting out anything this good.
I can see the suits in their corporate offices right now, “Oh
yeah, this right here has hit single written all over it. Quick,
get these guys a tour with Disturbed!” What are they thinking?
Chris Adler’s drumming, and the guitar duo of Willie Adler
and Mark Morton continue to be the highlights of this band’s
music. If you’re a fan of Lamb of God, you know what’s
in store. Pure American metal, with some of the hardest breakdowns
you will ever punch people’s faces to. Throw in a couple of
guest solos by Megadeth’s Chris Poland and Testament’s
Alex Skolnick, and you’ve got yourself a headbanger’s
ball, pun cheekily intended. Wonk wonk! (Epic Records address -
www.epicrecords.com ) - Chris X
The Lashes “The Stupid, Stupid EP”
The old idiom "What's in a name?" perfectly reflects the
clumsy, but all too accurate title for the Lashes' debut EP. Delving
even deeper into the already well-worn territory of sweet keyboard
pop, The Lashes grin and pose their way through your standard practice
“Pop Song”(in quotes becaus it’s an actual song
title on the EP) but after The Stupid Stupid’s scant 13 minutes
of monumental cheese, you’re likely to have had enough. Musically,
The Lashes fit in nicely with the current lot of second rate west
coast party types desperately trying to sound like The Cars ala
The Format and The Killers, but to their credit, the band also displays
some vacant posturing that has become a distinct attribute of the
East Coast. What diversity! So, with all that the boys lack in musical
talent and creativity, (look no further than the subtly titled “Death
by Mixtape”) it should be known that The Lashes do find redemption
in their keen fashion sense and pretty boy good looks. One mustn’t
look any further than the entire insert or the band's website to
get a heaping helping of Teen Beat inspired pics from these Myspace-ready
looking gentlemen, complete with strategically messy hair and pre-cut
vintage jeans. How absolutely fab! Ultimately, I don't know what's
more baffling about The Stupid Stupid: the fact that it takes six
members to create such routine sounding pop-rock or the fact that
a record title that we can only assume was meant to be funny can
end up describing the music so well. (Lookout Records, 3264 Adeline
St., Berkeley California 94703 - www.lookoutrecords.com) - Matt
Siblo
Leaving Rouge “White Houses”
Throw this in the steadily growing, never-to-be-listened-to-again
pile. On this five-song EP, Leaving Rouge meander through some melodic
emo rock that, if you squint your eyes enough and shove enough cotton
into your ears, might remind you of Mineral or The Gloria Record.
Vocals are strong, and the playing is pretty damn solid in the grand
scheme of things, but here comes the “but.” I found
myself bored almost to the point of tears at times; the songs here
take pride in swelling and building, but don’t seem to go
anywhere. Not only that, but there’s no real pay-off after
the four or five minutes of each bout of smooth, pretty emo; the
tunes just sort of roll over and die. I dunno, maybe I’ve
been spoiled by a steady diet of hard, fast, loud lately, but this
band has a serious lack of dynamics going on. Maybe ex-Small Brown
Bike bassist Ben Reed (who just joined this band) will infuse a
shot of something, anything to get Leaving Rouge going. Count me
out though; my faith is weakening by the day. (Greyday Productions,
PO Box 2086, Portland, OR 97208-2086, - www.greydayproductions.com
<http://www.greydayproductions.com>) - Jason Schreurs
Letter Kills “The Bridge”
Hmm…I don’t really know where to start with this band.
They definitely picked the wrong producer to work with. Jim Wirt
is the asshead behind soulsuckers Hoobastank and that miserable
song, “The Reason.” If I could go back in time and send
these guys to Ross Robinson, the mastermind behind the emotional
brutality of Glassjaw, I think they might be fucking great. They’re
basically an overproduced run-of-the-mill-everbody-sing-along-to-our-catchy-chorus
Island Records wannabe punk-rock band. Think an American Hi-Fi,
Bad Religion, Yellowcard clusterfuck. I don’t want to go into
too much detail because they don’t really have any detail…they’re
what I like to call an ‘on the surface’ rock band. Sorry
guys, but you need to amp up the truthfulness in your music and
dive face-first off the bandwagon (hopefully into a briar-patch)
if you want any sort of credibility. You know how after you eat
an orange flavored popscicle, and then you take a drink of water?
Well…Letter Kills is the musical equivalent to how that tastes.
(Record Info???) - Brian Beck
Liars Academy “Demons”
There are two types of god-awful. There is “they don’t
know any better” god-awful which is also divided into two
categories. The first category is usually made up of young males
who try very hard to emulate popular music, often failing miserably.
They go through all the motions of being a band but they don’t
realize that they are just being derivative and lame. Need I mention
the emo scene that currently plagues us? The second category is
for knuckleheads like Puddle of Mudd who are just idiots and don’t
know it. Then there is the second type of god-awful, the “they
should know better” god-awful. The Liar’s Academy falls
into this category. Signed to a legitimate independent label, perfectly
capable of playing their instruments and recorded by a respectable
engineer there is no excuse for just how bad they are. The music
is so trite and uninspired and the lyrics make me want to stick
a fork in my eye. To me there is no difference between this and
Hoobastank. Except maybe that I’d prefer to listen to Hoobastank.
(Equal Vision Records, PO Box 38202, Albany, NY 12203-8202 - www.equalvision.com)
- Wally Peters Jr.
The Locust “Follow The Flock, Step In Shit”
First off, this CD is square-shaped, so don’t expect to play
it in any CD player. It won’t fit into front-loaders, even
the ones with the little circular indents for three-inch CDs (it’s
square, see?). And it sure as hell ain’t going into your computer
(one way to stop downloading), unless you want to try forcing it
into your flash card reader, although I strongly discourage that.
Once you find a CD player with a circular stump to sit this on,
like, say, a CD walkman, the little 3-inch square thingie spews
out the insane insect grind that has made these San Diego kooks
infamous. This is actually a re-release of an early-era Locust split
with the amazing and now dead-funct Jenny Piccolo, except we get
one extra Locust voiding and no JP songs… weird. So, all told,
it’s three wind-milling bouts of psychotic noise mania from
the bugmen, over and done in three minutes, and then good night
folks, drive the Mothership home safely. Yes, it’s a square-shaped,
three-inch, three-minute CD… just another entry in the perverse
contribution The Locust has made to underground music. (Three One
G Records, P.O. Box 178262, San Diego, CA, 92177 - www.threeoneg.com
<http://www.threeoneg.com>) - Jason Schreurs
Lords “The House That Lords Built”
Loud, fast and good: Lords deliver quickly and effectively without
bogging a listener down with elaborate breakdowns, time changes,
or unnecessary volume twiddling. How fast do they play, you might
ask. Let’s put it this way: the CD was finished by the time
I drove to the grocery store and waited in the car while a friend
got a soda. He got back; I was on Track 1 again. Upon hearing Lords
he dubbed them “a more eclectic and eccentric version of Cougars.”
Quite correct. The Lords play on Gibson guitars, Marshall amps and
pawnshop drums…they’re those guys. They’re loud
without being brash or grating. I sincerely hope that the singer
doesn’t play the guitar because I bet he’d put on a
bitchin’ live show. If you’re looking for scene cred
I know that R5productions recommended this band in one of the many
e-mails I received from them in the last month or so and I was like,
“Hot damn.” Hailing from Louisville, Lords round out
the genre that I predictably associate with bands of the Elliott
nature by inserting a good, frenzied smack of speedy, punky metalcore.
The choice track is “Sermon On The Mount”: multiple
singers howling, “So preach on brother till the mountains
fall” absolutely guarantees massive, enthusiastic stage crushing
singalongs at their shows. (Initial Records, P.O. Box 17131, Louisville,
KY, 40217, -www.initialrecords.com <http://www.initialrecords.com>)
- Thumper
Lucida Self Titled
Lucida plays that jangly bouncy indie pop, with a slight garage
rock influence. It’s overall very wholesome and safe. The
music is meant to be infectious and pleasing, but it could easily
have the exact opposite effect. All the upbeat melodies, and the
thin, slightly off key voice have a tendency to be so overly sweet
that they are grating. A perfect example of this is “It’s
A Shame.” Fans of uber pop groups like Ultimate Fakebook,
Cordalene, and Tangiers might dig Lucida. All others wary of the
sweet shimmer of perky indie pop are wise to stay away. (The New
Beat, 3100 Sevier Ave Knoxville, TN 37920 - www.thenewbeat.net <http://www.thenewbeat.net>)
- Dan W
MC Lars “The Laptop EP”
In perhaps a great scheme of irony MC Lars has crafted an anti-marketing
anthem that sounds suspiciously like it should be used in a Pepsi
commercial. This opener, "Igeneration," uses a sample
of "American Hearts" by Piebald, and unleashes MC Lars
and his brand of laptop-white-boy-hip-hop-emo-pop upon the world.
It's a new twist of genre mashing but it essentially calls to mind
the great white hopes that have come before, everyone from the Beastie
Boys, Atom and His Package, MC Paul Barnam, and The Bloodhound Gang.
It can be sharp like on the opener, but the novelty has difficulty
sustaining itself. I'll pass on most of the disc including cringe
worthy cuts like "Mr. Raven”. Edgar Allen deserves better.
(Side Cho Records, 1215 North Red Gum, Suite L Anaheim, CA 92806
- www.sidecho.com <http://www.sidecho.com>) - Dan W
Mezzanine C-14 “He Keeps Silent And Sacrifices Himself”
From the jarring hardcore guitars to the shrill vocals there is
loads of naked aggression and raw fury exploding throughout Mezzanine
C-14’s release, He Keeps Silent and Sacrifices Himself. If
at times the band comes across as unapproachable and perhaps even
unlistenable, it’s not because of the sounds their instruments
and voices make, but rather because the intensity is set to maximum
overload - and the results are similar to the feeling you might
get when someone close to you suffers personal tragedy. You want
to reach out and hold them, offering up words of wisdom and consolation
but, at the same time, you don’t want to encroach upon their
personal space and in some cases even avoid making eye contact because
you can’t even begin to understand what they are going through.
Listening to this album is akin to the latter situation - it sounds
too personal, too severe for you to even comprehend, like, “Please
don’t get too close because I might catch the pain you’re
going through.” However, what Mezzanine C-14 has succeeded
in is reminding listeners of the chaotic passion that bands like
Jesus Lizard, Shellac, and Unsane delivered ten years ago - you
won’t be able to sing along with the nearly indiscernible
lyrics but you’ll feel the pounding in your chest, in your
arms, in your legs. (Break Even, PO Box 42469, Philadelphia, PA,
19101 - www.breakeven.org) - Chip Midnight
Misery Signals “Of Malice And The Magnum Heart”
Oh look at the artsy album title. [sarcasm] This one ought to be
good [sarcasm]…*returns to computer screen forty three minutes
and ten seconds later* Yeah, this is exactly what I was expecting.
You herbs who think bands like As I Lay Dying, Norma Jean, and Zao
are heavy (and good, for that matter) will eat this up. Just don’t
eat too much of it, you might bust out of your tight girlpants and
break the buckle on your white studded belt. See, I care about your
well being. But yeah, like I said, 43:10. You can listen to it while
you’re doing your hair and squeezing into those jeans. That’s
about how long it takes, right? Nu-metal finally died, when is this
genre going to follow suit? Please hurry, I can’t take much
more of this slop. File under: garbage. (Ferret Music, 167 Wayne
St # 409 Jersey City, NJ 07302 - www.ferretstyle.com ) - Chris X
Travis Morrison “Travistan”
After The Dismemberment Plan finished what felt like the longest
farewell lap ever recorded, lovers of disjointed, brainy, funk induced
D.C. post-punk let out a collective sigh. Who would satiate their
needs, they wondered? Fear not, college radio enthusiasts! Travis
Morrison has decided to soldier on by his lonesome and the fruit
of his musical loins is Travistan, a collection of smart little
ditties produced by none other than heavyweights Chris Walla and
Don Zientara. While Travistan doesn’t waver too far off from
The Plan’s musical gene pool, it’s more than obvious
that these songs are distinctly Travis’ solo efforts and not
old songs lingering on the cutting room floor. Long gone are the
days of the Plan's intricate noodling, as Morrison now seems much
more content on delivering gleefully simple keyboard effects over
his brand of off-kilter, high brow musings. Always one for diversity,
Travistan plays like a succession of great ideas that are executed
with varying degrees of success. For instance, the recurring theme
of “Get me off of this coin A-D” might have sounded
like a clever concept at its’ time of inception, but there's
no denying that this four song collection are of the few on the
record that suffer from a flagrant violation of solo work indulgences.
However goofy and misdirected his end result might sometimes wind
up becoming, it's this lovable pretension that makes Travistan such
a fun listen and why Morrison himself is such an admirable figure
in the world of indie rock. He may not be re-inventing the wheel,
but there's no denying that Morrison can still kick out the jams
when he wants to.
(Barsuk Records, PO Box 22546, Seattle, WA 98108 - www.barsuk.com
<http://www.barsuk.com>)
- Matt Siblo
The Moviehouse Arcade “The Poly Sci EP”
If nothing else, The Moviehouse Arcade has balls. Not only is this
a quasi-conceptual CD, but one fourth of this EP is a Stones cover.
As the full title of this release (The Prologue to Chapter Three:
The Poly Sci EP) suggests, this EP apparently contains a recurring
character from previous Moviehouse Arcade releases. The first half
of the EP is great and reminiscent of Koufax’s Social Life,
beginning with “GOP,” a song that is totally sexy with
cunning lyrics like, “Estrogen is my new drug/ I’ll
never get my fix.” “Kinesthetic” is almost equally
good, with a strutting bass line. At the second half of the EP,
though, you hear a not-entirely-destructive cover of “Miss
You,” but please (and I’m not even a huge Rolling Stones
fan) - don’t cover the Stones unless you can do it phenomenally.
In an effort to show even more testicular fortitude, they add a
fourth cosmic-dance-party-turns-lullaby “epic” song
that is eleven minutes long and a complete departure from the rest
of the EP. The recurring character idea is not a completely clear
concept, and the entire CD seems like kind of a half-hearted attempt
at…something. All in all, I think the Moviehouse Arcade are
talented but have yet to even near their potential. Hopefully Chapter
Three will move them a bit closer. (The New Beat, 3100 Sevier Ave.,
Knoxville, TN 37920 - www.thenewbeat.net) - Becki Carr
Only Crime “To The Nines”
Talk about a hardcore punk all-star band. Russ Rankin of Good Riddance
lends his trademark scream to this, while Aaron Dalbec (Bane, Converge)
mans the axe, and drummer extraordinaire Bill Stevenson (I shouldn’t
even have to list his pedigree, but for you new jacks, he played
in bands you might have heard of called Black Flag, Descendents,
and All) sits behind the kit (and turns the knobs in the production
studio as well). I’m gonna be an asshole and not give the
other two dudes their proper due…just because I can. Needless
to say, I had VERY high expectations of this release. Unfortunately,
they were not met at all. It basically sounds like Good Riddance
lite, whereas I was hoping at least for Good Riddance on steroids.
Booo! See, if this was better, I’d have printed the names
of the other two guys in the band. Write better songs, and when
I review your second record, I’ll give you your props. Deal?
(Fat Wreck Chords, PO Box 193690 San Francisco, CA 94119 - www.fatwreck.com)
- Chris X
The Out_Circuit “Burn Your Scripts, Boys”
Somebody somewhere probably really loves this band. They are like
a less sci-fi Pinback or a slower Dismemberment Plan or a sadder
Death Cab for Cutie. The problem with this is, without the sci-fi
or the speed or the mild happiness, the music just isn’t very
exciting. Not exciting as in, “Woo! Let’s dance!,”
but exciting as in, “Hey! This music is pretty good! I don’t
think I’ve ever heard anything like it before!” The
album picks up a bit, rhythm-section-wise, on “Cut From Our
Own Dust” and continues to be slightly more tolerable on “Glasgow.”
Three of the songs, including the opener “We Will End,”
and the ultra-sleepy closer “Phantom City Skyline,”
are over six-and-a-half minutes long, and those of us with ADD just
can’t cope. Halfway into the third song, if you aren’t
yawning, you will like this album. On the other hand, if you are
looking for a pleasant musical experience that incorporates acoustic
and electronic shoegazing, check your current CD collection: there
is most likely something better than this already in there. (Lujo
Records, 3209 Jennie Dr., Morgan City, LA 70380 - www.lujorecords.com)
- Becki Carr
Outlie “Companions To Devils And Saints”
Companions to Devils and Saints is the debut album from Outlie,
fronted by guitarist Luke Pabich of Good Riddance fame. Apparently
Pabich feels very strongly about being able to express himself in
ways that he typically couldn’t in GR; Outlie gives him the
freedom to fuse punk, hardcore and rock in a way that wasn’t
really possible with his other band. Originally formed as a three
piece, they later added another guitarist after the recording was
complete. The “rock” aspect of their sound comes on
a little heavy at some points and seems like it will keep me from
really getting into this album. Maybe it’s just a little too
radio friendly, and it’s a shame that I have to say that because
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