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MENTALLY ILL, THE:
Gacy’s Place: 7” EP
I’ve waxed poetic about this band before, when Alternative Tentacles released its anthology, of sorts, which also featured the tracks contained herein, but enough praise cannot be heaped on this band’s magnum opus. The lyrics are simple, the playing even simpler, and the guitar sounds like a live wire being zapped through a barely functioning transistor radio speaker, but the delivery is what makes this a classic slab of psychosis-drenched punk from a group that sounds like they’re just this side of fucking losing it altogether and stabbing a few people for shits ‘n’ giggles. The packaging of this repress aims to recreate the original packaging, so you get a nice pic of the titular serial killer posing with former first lady Rosalynn Carter (one that is real, not diced together in some pre-Photoshop attempt at partisan character assassination) on one side of the cover and (most of) the lyrics on the other. If yer some kinda CD snob but can’t afford the silly sums an original copy fetches these days, vital doesn’t come close to describing this. –jimmy (Last Laugh)


MEASURE [SA], THE:
My Heart and the Real World: Another Collection of Standards Waits and Measureme: LP
The Measure [SA] (RIP) were not a perfect band—they were an honest band that learned by trying and doing. That’s why I put some longtime trust in them. It wasn’t just the obvious strength and vulnerability in Lauren’s voice. It wasn’t only Fid’s hardcore strengths and sensibilities but his less obvious off-stage tenderness (and that he readily admits they became a much better band when he stopped drumming). The Measure were like a band that became a friend who was unafraid of reminding folks about political consciousness and how it’s tied into very real bodies, minds, actions. It wasn’t done through pedantics. It was done through example and a nice seven-year (?) run as a band. They were pop-infused punk, but that’s just the easy skin and we all know how too much attention to mere skin can be deceptive, can be manipulated. This is the second and final collection of Measure 7”s and comp tracks (Measurements 9-16). Well worth your time. –todd (No Idea)


MANXX, THE:
“Messin’ Around” b/w “Hard Lessons”: 7”
Be grateful for the day when slop became an art form. After years of technical perfection, imperfection seems so real. Equally parts sloppy pop punk and dirty garage rock, The Manxx win this month’s “Best thing in the review box” award. The vocalist has the charm and delivery of a singer in the better half of the Plan-It X catalog. Highly recommended. –Bryan Static (Snappy Little Numbers)


MANIX, THE:
Neighborhood Wildlife: LP
Gruff pop punk sung by the guy who does back ups in Banner Pilot. If you like Banner Pilot, listen to this. There is no barrier to entry! None! Literally, the Venn Diagram is just one circle. That’s not to say this sounds exactly like Banner Pilot, but the similarities are there enough. There’s a little less screaming, a little more melody, and a whole lot of love. It’s the same kind of thing that makes Dead Mechanical or The Credentials fun. I could compare them to Screeching Weasel, but does that really say anything anymore? Highly recommended. –Bryan Static (It’s Alive, itsaliverecords.com /All For Hope)


MALADROIT:
Jerk Alert!: CD
This record totally sounds like the Midwest, though the band is from France. This record isn’t breaking any new ground, but it’s an enjoyable listen. If you wish Rivethead would reform and release a new record or are anxiously awaiting a new Dear Landlord LP, this might tide you over for a while. –Chris Mason (Monster Zero)


MAKABERT FYND:
Self-titled: LP
Raw, white hot Swedish hardcore. Things alternate from mid-tempo to thrashy, but the intensity doesn’t let up for a second. Faboo. –jimmy (Skrammel, skrammelrecords.se)


MAGNIFICENT, THE:
Bad Lucky: CD
The thing with the current crop of bands doing the anthemic, “street punk”-influenced stuff is that too many of them are either pale Xerox imitations of marginally better Xerox bands, working with not particularly good songs to begin with, or are just plain lunkheaded punters whose life experience doesn’t appear to exist beyond heavy drinking and a suspiciously reactionary worldview. Not so with The Magnificent, Bad Lucky is ten snappy, catchy tunes that can easily work the most stubborn audience into a fervor. Tempering all the toe-tappin’ and fist-pumpin’, however, is the same wistfulness that permeates the best work of bands like Leatherface and the Clash (neither of which they sound like) and intelligent lyrics that seem more interested in trying to understand life’s pitfalls than just drinking them away. –jimmy (Dirt Cult)


LITTLE CUTS:
Plastic Cuts: 7”
Three songs, three varying modes. “Plastic Disaster,” is a Bobby Darin ‘60s “he’s dreamy”-inspired throbber. “He Finally Must Eat His Own,” is a Billy Childish-style stompy, repeat-y, reverb-drenched rave-up. “RRHS,” is fully blown-out Teengenerate speaker slashing. It all makes complete sense since the captain of this three-song voyage is Dave Hernandez, helmsman of Scared Of Chaka and Broadcast Oblivion. If you, like me, celebrate the entire SoC catalog, this “finger dipped in several pies” approach to music comes as no surprise. SoC were a band of many modes, shades, and moods. Little Cuts is a welcome addition to Yanul’s longtime contribution to music. Definitely worth the listen. –todd (Dirtnap, dirtnaprecs.com)


LILLINGTONS, THE:
The Backchannel Broadcast: CD
New reissue of this punk classic hits the street, plus a 2011 remaster by Mass Giorgini. Crisp and clear sound from top to bottom. There’s an obsession with the Russians here, as titles like “The Russians Are Coming” give the game away. “Dynomite” and “Blue Steal” are my favorites on this slab. If you don’t know Kody Templeman (no relation to Ted) history pre-Teenage Bottlerocket, this is a great place to start. –koepenick (Red Scare)


LEBAKKO:
Standardit: 7”
Another rock solid single from these kids, this time with a sound that slides snugly between early Finnish hardcore/punk and more contemporary fare. Guitar sounds like it’s being amplified through a cardboard box and the cymbals ring like fire alarm bells, so you know this’ll just work wonders on the eardrums when played at requisite high levels. –jimmy (PML, pikakelauksellamaailmanloppuun@gmail.com)


LARCHMONT TRASH, THE:
I Spent the Summer with…: 10” EP
Power pop with a bit of the ol’ 77 street punk influence: pretty basic, straight forward, and unfortunately predictable. A dull FM Knives. –Juan Espinosa (Shdwply)


LAGWAGON:
Trashed: CD
If you like Lagwagon, you should get this. It’s a reissue of the band’s second album. The insert has a collage of photos on one side, with lyrics on the other. There are thirteen bonus tracks included, most of which are demo versions of the songs on the original release. A couple songs worth mentioning are the instrumental track, “Jazzy Jeff”, and an acoustic version of “Whipping Boy.” Most of the demo versions are previously unreleased, including “Path of Least Resistance,” which is the original incarnation of the “Stokin’ the Neighbors” music. It was recorded in 1988 by Chemikil, which featured Joey Cape on vocals and guitar. Who says it’s 2012? This reissue definitely brings you back to 1994. –Nighthawk (Fat)


L’ASSASSINS:
7 pm GO!!!: 7” EP
Hot girls with nice hair and guns who are either an American version of the Del Monas or a punker version of the Del Moroccos, which begs the question of why they’re not called the Del Assassins ((which in turn begs a further question of why they wouldn’t be LES Assassins since, if my two years of high school French are still current, one’d only use “L’” before of a singular noun starting with a vowel, not a plural noun—hence “L’Assassin” is correct, but not “L’Assassins”—but, shit, whom am i kidding, they had me at “L’Ass”)). Sultry and upbeat 60’s vamp-rock; three cool songs but no great ones, which means they are one great song away from getting reviews that don’t start with the phrase “hot girls with nice hair and guns.” Turn up the fuckin’ maracas, Toots! BEST SONG: “7 PM” BEST SONG TITLE: “Backseat Bomp.” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: Guitarist Monet has no visible tattoos. –norb (Big Action)


KRANG:
Sounds of Death: LP
I’m immediately reminded of Deviated Instinct. Both bands have that sinister guitar sound that is sort of tinny, but, at the same time, dark and abrasive. The vocals are growly, near death metal style, but you can still make out the words, which are bleak observations on the world. My favorite song on here is definitely “The Earth Was Blue, But There Was No God,” as it has an even stronger tuneful aspect to it. (This is actually a pretty tuneful record, despite the usual of this style.) There’s no denying the explosive opening to “Death of Sound,” as it comes off the meandering and melancholy “Acceptance: Here at the End of All Things.” “Death of Sound” comes out with both barrels blazing. They only pause in the middle before picking up to a gallop. It’s the sort of music that is the soundtrack to the Apocalypse or if you’re on the run from the spell-changed denizens in the Forgotten Realm. –Matt Average (Sacred Plague, sacredplague.com / Occult Whispers, occultwhispersrecords.blogspot.com / Distroy, distroyrecords.com)


KNOCK KNOCK:
We Will Raise Your Child: LP
Perhaps not the best line to start off a record review with: I know very little about the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Apples In Stereo, or Neutral Milk Hotel. With the old stuff, it’s not from lack of exposure. It’s just that I truly don’t care. The last time Revolver was played for me, I just wanted it to end. It’s not for me. To me, Bob Dylan is a Yoda-sounding dude who wrote a song that helped sell women’s bras and panties to pad his social security check. No venom, just a pass. But, with a band like Knock Knock, I’ve got that sneaking suspicion that they’re familiar with and like many or all of the aforementioned bands. Funny thing is that I really like Knock Knock while I couldn’t care less—musically—about what I’m supposing are their influences. This is a very pleasant, lush, singer-songwritten “I have a kid, here’s a concept record” album. There are touches of psyche-pop, of the Hair soundtrack, an occasional glockenspiel. It’s less for fans of the new Total Chaos and more for fans of Go Metric. Almost an alternate universe “child appropriate,” PG-rated, de-iced, I’ll-pre-peel-that-Banana-for-you FM Knives? Maybe that’s just the Sacramento steeping into the tea. If you were a fan of the recently re-released Bright Ideas 12”, may I recommend Knock Knock? Another example of punks aging gracefully and making unexpected music instead of embarrassing everyone by pretending to be perpetual teenagers. –todd (Sacramento, sacramaniacs.com / Phono Select)


KICKING SPIT:
Reality Dropout: Cassette
Hot dang, this is some pretty fantastic Dinosaur Jr/general ‘90s worship, with the levels turned up just a hair. It’s done really well. The ratio of guitar soloing/noodling to feedback to sweet riffs is perfect. It’s worth it being the house “cassette guy” to get stuff like this. –joe (Tankcrimes)


KALASHNIKOV:
Vampirizzati Oggi: 7”EP
Without denigrating either enterprise, Kalashnikov—an Italian anarchist collective band—sound like the Cirque du Soleil of punk. There’s a lush theatricality, a high-wire exaggeration, a words-are-poor-boundaries, flags-are-fucked feel to all of their songs. Dead-serious, playful, human anarchists. Artwork-wise, don’t be expecting Crass stencil-and-slogan, but a wonderful interplay of hand-drawn artwork, comics, collages, and the overarching feeling that slavery is worldwide and that creativity, in all of its forms, can provide one of the few true escapes. If you want easy anthems, look elsewhere. If you want to get transported to another world of sound that isn’t recognizably mohawks and bullet belts coming out the monitors, Kalashnikov is worth the hunt. –todd (released by over fifteen labels, including: Chaos Rurale, chaosrurale.com / Fussil Zine, tenebrae2003@hotmail / Burning Boards, burningboards.net)


JUNIOR BRUCE:
The Headless King: 12”
This band is getting a lot of hype because of the “ex members” credentials, but I don’t really think that the comparisons to their older bands are fair, so I’m going to avoid dropping those names. These guys play swampy stoner metal that reminds me a lot of St. Vitus, but there are a lot of other ‘80s-style metal influences popping up in the recording. Parts of it remind me a lot of the Kylesa record Static Tensions, or Buzzoven, simply because there’s a punk vibe behind the metal and the guitar tones and structures lean a lot towards the Cavity records on Hydra Head. Comparisons aside, it’s a good, groove-heavy metal record that doesn’t feel plastic or forced and the recording is mean as all hell. –Ian Wise (A389)


JOHN WESLEY COLEMAN:
The Last Donkey Show: LP
JWC is becoming one of my favorite modern slop rockers. I haven’t seen him live yet, but I’m picturing an out-of-control basement party with beer flying and, probably, some dude taking his shirt off. It’s earnest, heartfelt, and not just a touch campy. Similar to the fantastic shit-faced stomp fest Bad Lady Goes to Jail album, but these new songs are more solid, with a less blown-out production. With that said, it still sounds like a Goner album and you should still buy it. –Sal Lucci (Goner)


JAWAZ, THE:
Self-titled: CDEP
The Jawaz (formerly Jawas) have got to be one of the San Gabriel Valley’s most criminally overlooked bands, a veritable powerhouse straight outta La Puente who can easily fuck shit up with the best and do so with more finesse than the rest. Formed in 1995, they raised much ruckus throughout the SGV for the next three or four years, managing to release one track on the Backyard Shenanigans comp and recording an unreleased full length (the master tapes of which were summarily lost and all that’s left is a poor-sounding cassette copy of the session) before falling apart before the decade ended. Reformed and again assaulting the ears of the general populace, they’ve released this four-banger of brilliance that’s tight ‘n’ crazed, slammin’ yet sophisticated, and destined to become a hardcore classic. Here’s hoping they finally get a full-length out, accolades are heaped upon them, and Brian Jawa can then live the rock star life he’s always dreamed of, complete with uncontrollable addiction to cheese popcorn, an extensive badger porn collection, and his very own Yugo liftback with “LUV WAGN” on the license plate. –jimmy (The Jawaz, branvonwolfe@gmail.com)


INTEGRITY:
Evacuate: 7” Flexi
It’s not really the song itself that’s totally radical about this record. Integrity recorded a few EP tracks in 1992. One of these was a cover of Negative Approach’s “Evacuate.” What’s important about these recordings is that A389 is celebrating twenty years since their original release, and in memory of Asphalt drummer David Nicholi Araca (who suffered a life-ending brain aneurysm in 1994 and played on these sessions). The song is cool, sure. It’s revisiting a piece of hardcore history that I’m more interested in. Kudos yet again Dom/A389. –Dave Williams (A389)


INCREDIBLE KIDDA BAND, THE:
“(Watch Out) Thief” b/w “You Belong to Me”: 45
I fuckin’ love the Incredible Kidda Band. I don’t know where the fuck they were all my life. I would have fucking shit myself if i had their records when i was fourteen. They are a perfect amalgam of punk, power pop, and rock’n’roll, blended together in a way that really only happened exactly correctly in a brief window in the mullets-and-sleeveless-black-t-shirts-are-still-cool era of 1979-80. Brain surgeons/pop geniuses they are not; spellbinding wordsmithery and jaw-dropping hooks are beyond their skill set. Yet, EVERY FUCKING SONG this band wrote was a good one. EVERY FUCKING SONG! Occupying a space which could be roughly conceptually defined as an imaginary midpoint between the Records ((straight power pop, lots of harmonies and musiciany bits)) and the Subs ((reasonably primitive—but still catchy as hell—punk-pop)) their almost thirty-song “Too Much, Too Little, Too Late” double CD ((recently reissued as a double album set)) is a posthumous über-classic of the genre, whatever genre it is to which they actually belong ((hell, maybe it defines a genre? Somebody get a smart person in here to clear up these details!)). Since i have basically listened the fuck out of “Too Much, Too Little, Too Late” over the course of the last few years ((which includes the two songs herein)), i find it to be a sort of odd experience to have to contemplate this record’s two songs separately from their twenty-eight brethren, as i’ve always considered them part of an integrated whole—but, if you really need commentary specific to this actual record i’m charged with reviewing, i’ll say that if i’d never heard of The Incredible Kidda Band before, and you played “Thief” for me and asked me whom i thought it was, i suppose i’d guess 999. On the flip, “You Belong To Me” is the band’s only track of which i can think that might merit notice of some kinda alleged Byrds influence. Anyway, if you’ve already got the double album, this 45 is sorta superfluous ((although the cover photo is cool)), but it ain’t at all a bad policy to buy any record you see with this band’s name on it, ever, and you’ll need these records to get into Heaven anyway, so waiting is really pointless, wouldn’t you say? BEST SONG: “(Watch Out) Thief” BEST SONG TITLE: “(Watch Out) Thief” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: Been a long time since i got a punk record with “FOR PROMOTIONAL USE ONLY – NOT FOR RESALE” stamped on the sleeve. RESPECT MAH AUTHORITAH!!! –todd (Last Laugh)


IN DEFENSE:
Don’t Know How to Break Dance: LP
I must admit that this is my first time hearing this band, despite seeing the name around for a while. Definitely not what I expect to hear on Profane Existence. In fact, In Defense would be more at home on a label like 625 or Deranged. The music is fast and furious hardcore punk that has a range of influences from NYHC to Infest. I definitely like the music they crank out. They can hit hard, rage like a motherfucker when needed, and then hit you with a slow, lurching bridge that’s just as gnarly as their speedier parts. Lyrically, they’re more along the lines of RAMBO and whacky thrash of the earlier part of this century. They do make points in their songs, but with a humorous side, which is, in some ways, far more effective in getting one’s point across than being po’ faced about the whole thing. This is a repress of their first LP, in case you’re like me and have been living under a rock for the past few years. This is pretty damn good. I have some catching up to do. –Matt Average (Profane Existence, profaneexistence.com)


IMPERIAL LEATHER:
Do You Know Where Your Children Are?: LP
I have few people whose musical judgment I can trust for recommendations. My brother is one of those few. He told me about this Swedish band called Imperial Leather who featured members of DS 13, among others, and how they were just incredible live. So I went to see them play at the sorely missed Long Beach warehouse here in southern California back in 2005. How great was this place? You could bring in your own beer. It wasn’t uncommon to see people walk in with picnic coolers full of brew. And if you ran out, there was a soda machine that sold PBR for a buck. I used to drink way, way too much, so much so that I sometimes couldn’t remember anything from the set of a band for which I drove twenty-plus miles out of the way to see. Yeah, I’m fucking stupid. Then I get this for review and, although I should already have a basis for what to expect, this record hits me almost like a religious miracle. How did I manage to miss out on this band for this long? Fucking amazing, nihilistic, mid-paced punk with a vocalist putting to shame powerhouses such as Penelope Houston and Poly Styrene (RIP, no disrespect). It’s rhythmically stomping without a trace of catchiness: punk the way it was meant to be. Tyrades fans should be all over this. The insert included says that this record was recorded in 2007, though I’m not sure if this is late in reaching the Razorcake compound or just now seeing a long-overdue release. In any case, it’s a masterpiece. –Juan Espinosa (Profane Existence)


IF I HAD A HIFI:
Nada Surf + 3: 12” EP
Stuffed to the gills with high-pitched guitar effects and vocals volleying from gang to spoken, this is some of the most fun you’ll have making your ears bleed. This foursome from Milwaukee reside where garage punk and math rock meet. “X-13D” reminds me of Jane’s Addiction with Perry Farrell’s manic, weasely voice while “Minotaur Documentation” and “All Hail Magnets” have some of the crunchiest hooks I’ve heard in a while. Packed with change ups and effects, the production is bar none, capturing the sounds of photon ray guns and a cat meowing interminably. This hyper-manic, disorienting twenty-nine minutes totals eight songs plus two extra with the digital download. The bonus tracks include, “To Hell with Good Intentions,” a catchy screamo anthem of sarcastic one-upsmanship, and the original mix of “Someone Take the Damn Money.” With enthralling, versatile chords played at a stomach-flipping pitch, do yer eardrums a favor and snatch this up. Fans of Sonic Youth and their use of audio anomalies may also wanna take interest. I can tell I’ll be playing this through summer. Recommended. –Kristen K (Latest Flame, order@bdcdistribution.com)


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