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CRETEENS, THE:
Burn Your School: 7”
The first thing that grabbed me was the crazy sleeve art. A freak out landscape of a burning high school, girls sucking on disembodied cocks, a dude with a crazy mullet skateboarding, puking, nachos, and naked guys running around with paper bags on their heads… all drawn in a classic junior high style that had me not knowing what to expect. Musically, the Creteens rip it up with a style that is very reminiscent of the Regulations. Sloppy, thrashy, yet catchy as hell. I think I’ll be looking for more from these sickos. –ty (Boom Chick)


CRETEENS, THE:
Burn Your School: 7”EP
A blowjob bonanza, high school on fire, puking, skating (weird hand placement), MexiFry Nachos, and hung authority figures, all crudely and funnily drawn on the cover? Yeppers. The same, only the musical version, on the wax? Check. For fans of the Spits and Jay Reatard’s more profane work—both of whom I fly the flag for—so yeah, it’s an easy chaos to like. As I’ve said before: being this consistently dumb is pretty fuckin’ hard. –todd (Boom Chick)


CREEPY:
The Triple EP: CD
This is a conglomeration of two of the band’s earlier EPs and three new tunes, arranged in reverse chronological order. So, it functions as a timeline of the band from recent work to earliest. I wish they had put the early stuff first, because it was a lot more fun. Overall, the record is a good document of a good pop punk band, but the newer stuff sounds all too radio friendly and has that bitter formulaic taste that top 40 punk tends to have. The early stuff is exciting, though. It’s poppy and aggressive and got me moving out of my chair. In the end, I’ll give it the proverbial thumbs-up because the further the record progressed and the more we moved back in time, the more fun I had with it. –The Lord Kveldulfr (Teeno, www.teenorecords.com)


CRAP CORPS:
Self-titled: 7”
This mind-numbingly good debut from the all-female streetpunk band Crap Corps hails from Kansas City. The vocals are furious and memorable and the seven songs included are full of neat rhythmic changes not often heard from bands that play such stripped-down tunes. I’m an easy target for records like this since I’m a sucker for well-done simple streetpunk, but this record definitely stands out on all fronts with its tight songwriting and perfect vocals. –Art Ettinger (Big Brown Shark)


CPC GANGBANGS:
The Broken Glass b/w Rich Rich Rich: 7” 45
I have absolutely no idea why this record would be any good whatsoever, which makes the fact that it is unexpectedly kinda good kinda baffling. Armed with cheese-ass hand-drawn lettering that eschews all curves ever concocted, this band has half the Confused Poseur Charisma of the Viletones and at least a third of the Tuned-Into-The-Grand-Cosmic-Something-Field perspicacity of the Dirtbombs ((albeit a Dirtbombs whose object of sonic slobber is not so much a reinforced-to-withstand-IEDs woofer as a one inch Sparkomatic™ tweeter)), and whyfore these ingredients should somehow be coerced to mesh into a respectably convincing sonic dictum of TENSION, DISTORTION, and ELECTRICITY is quite beyond the average Vulcan’s logic, which is why record reviews should only be written by Romulans anyway. BEST SONG: “The Broken Glass,” which name-drops Atlanta, Chicago, and Green Bay for no decipherable reason. BEST SONG TITLE “Rich Rich Rich.” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: Ugliest picture disc ever. What the hell IS that, the inside of my mother’s eyelid??? –norb (Seeing Eye)


CPC GANGBANGS:
Mutilation Nation: CD
Some arty tinges can be found here and there on this, but the bulk of the tracks dance back and forth over the line between trashy punk and psych-freakout. Good stuff on the whole—especially “One More Girl,” which would make great radio fare if programmers weren’t so fucking myopic—even if “Mechanical Man” isn’t a Manson cover. –jimmy (Swami)


COUNTY LINE RD.:
The Birth of Hank Malloy: 7”EP
Years ago, Davey Quinn and I were driving around, and the topic came up that he wanted to write songs that could transcend genre: pop, punk, country, soul, and folk. Write, essentially the same song, but approach it from all different angles. If done correctly, the songwriting would survive the slightly different expectations of the genres. His thrust was going for something honest and purely distilled. Fast forward five or seven years, and Davey and J. Wang (both of Dan Padilla and Tiltwheel) pair up with Mario (Madison Bloodbath), and they chop out and spit polish four straight-up country songs about atheism, bad weather, and the American Dream crumbling at its foundation. There’s nothing slapdash, cheeky, or ironic about the songs. They’re all direct shots, the record’s dedicated to the birth of a good friend’s son, and it’s well worth picking up. –todd (Fast Crowd)


CORBETA CORBATA:
Investing with Corbeta Corbata: 7” 33
This record looked pretty good at first—after all, one would assume that anyone who would take the time and effort to rip off the Columbia Records graphic style of the early/mid ‘60s would have also taken the time and effort to put out a record that didn’t suck utterly. Just goes to show ya what a bad judge of character i am. I knew i was in trouble once the bass player started playing chords, and if there was no existing law on the books that states “no A-side shall utilize 6/8 time as its primary time signature,” there is now. Sounds like bad Die Kreuzen sea chanty music. And that’s the a-side. NEXT! BEST SONG: “It’s Better Not To Know” BEST SONG TITLE: “It’s Better Not To Know” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: It’s better not to know. –norb (Collective)


COMPLETE WASTE:
Self-titled: 7”
Complete Waste play fast, aggro hardcore with kinda-but-not-too-gruff male vocals. There isn’t anything groundbreaking here, but this style is played decently and the lyrics aren’t horrible. The lack of any contact info is kind of a drag. But hey, you’re smart! You don’t need instructions to find a band on the internet. –Vincent Battilana (Give Praise/Rock Bottom, no address)


COME ON FEEL:
Red Heart Beat: 7” EP
Hooray for Snuffy Smiles! Japanese punk rock (with one Canadian member!). Japanese punk rock is always faster and more efficient. Take the Replacements’ Stink, throw in some Leatherface, make it tight, and you’ve got Come On Feel. Pretty much everything on Snuffy Smiles rules. If this were a cereal, it’d be Frosted Mini-Wheats. Crunchy goodness with a sugary coating. Yum! –Maddy (Snuffy Smiles)


COLOSSUS:
And the Rift of the Pan-Dimensional Undergods: CD
As a dude who spent a lot of grade school days blasting Iron Maiden from a boombox in my driveway while playing basketball, I’m very skeptical about the resurgence of power metal. A lot of the bands I’ve heard have the sound, but they ain’t got the soul. I get the feeling they aren’t entirely serious about what they’re doing. I’m just waiting for them to lose their composure and say, “Just kidding, dude.” Well, fuck that. I don’t want to listen to joke power metal, no matter how good it is. I don’t want to listen to tongue-in-cheek songs about armored badger warriors, no matter how perfectly executed they are. –mp (Lucid)


COCONUT COOLOUTS:
Pizza Regret: 7”
A friend decided to steal a Pizza Hut delivery sign off a car in a small town. No big deal I thought, except I was driving the getaway car. And in a small town they really like their Pizza fucking Hut. We got stopped in about thirty seconds and the cop pulled his gun out at us. I wondered why the night was still funny as we walked backwards towards the cop with our hands clasped behind our necks. Found a soundtrack to this night on this 7”. Caught the Coolouts live and they were amazing, energetic, poppy, a nice mix of fun (a banana plays bass, two standing drummers, three or four guitarists, a couple of Charming Snakes) and actual good music you can jump up and down with a girl to. Their 7” is a little more contained but will still blow up the party with the lighter “Pizza Regret,” raging rocker “Weekend,” and the ridiculously memorable anthems “Spell It out Dummy” (p-i-z-z-a t-a-x-i) and “Head Full of Stones.” –mike (Seeing Eye)


COCOCOMA:
Self-titled: CD
Goner Records has kickass taste. Rock and roll without caring if a radio station will ever “get” the music. Cococoma pounds away like some of the best bands on the label, catchy and rousing, clean sound, rough times. I was weirded out because Amoeba Records in L.A. had fifteen copies for sale, when it’s usually one-to-two of a cool record when it’s on an indie label. Cococoma must have that crossover between rock, punk, new wave, rockabilly, cavemen, skinny ties, blah blah blah. It kicks ass. –mike (Goner)


COCOCOMA / HIPSHAKES, THE:
Split: 7” EP
Tour 7” that came out at the end of last year while these bands rocked the Midwest and East Coast. Cococoma start off with a ripping sonic explosion of punk mayhem, “Never Be True.” This song is such a perfect piece of garage rock insanity that I’m not sure I’m gonna get to the Hipshakes side! The shouted gang vocals of the chorus, “Never be true!/Never be true!/Never be true/What about you?” are impossible not to join. Cococoma’s second track, “Brain Numb” is an atmospheric, organ-driven cover of a Hipshakes tune that they’ve mutated to sound like ? and the Mysterians. Fucking christ, I wasn’t expecting the Cococoma side to be this good. The Hipshakes side kicks off with a bouncy punker called “Hurt My Pride” that is snotty and rude sounding. Ace. Their cover of Cococoma’s “All I Give” is pretty uninspired. –benke (Tic Tac Totally)


COCKSPARRER:
Here We Stand: CD
At this point in their career, one that spans four (!) decades, Cocksparrer could probably turn a jingle for roof tarps into an anthem for the ages. Their first studio album in quite a while is no less solid than those that precede it—up to the rafters in solid punk tuneage sick with hooks and delivered like only they know how, managing to sound both informed by years of slogging it out yet totally relevant and fully aware that “it’s much the same/a different generation with a brand new name.” Truly unprecedented it is that a band this long in the tooth has remained so consistently good and continued to write and release batch after batch of bonafide classics. Here’s hoping they carry on with the same quality and chutzpah well into the next decade. –jimmy (Captain Oi)


COATHANGERS, THE:
Self-titled: 7”EP
Somewhere in the trapezoid that the Sharp Ease, the Okmoniks, the Mummies, and Bikini Kill make, there’s an area somewhere near the middle that takes makes a show of simple, trashy rock, with a solitary keyboard playfully tinkling on the top and snaking down to your bottom. The Coathangers have nailed that grey spot perfectly and add a nice dollop of their own personality: danceable backbeats, fun/sexy playfulness, catchy choruses, and screamy fun. Makes me think of the unreleased GoGo’s demo; capturing their garagey goodness, without the glazed, cute pop sheen. –todd (Die Slaughterhaus)


CLOSET FAIRIES:
Ghetto Girls: 7”
No, not the Closet Fatties as stated in a previous Razorcake review. Closet Fairies, who feature Jeff from Boston’s Witches With Dicks on bass, come from Salem, Massachusetts and play garagey pop punk in the vein of Scared Of Chaka and a little bit of the Dickies. This 7” is short and sweet with one song on the A side and a song titled “Union Suite” on the B side, followed by a rager of a hidden track called “Wooden Nickels.” –Dave Dillon –Guest Contributor (Spent Planet)


CHINESE TELEPHONES:
Self-titled: CD
I had heard about the Chinese Telephones around Razorcake Corporate Headquarters, but had never got to listen to them. I finally got a copy of this album and my first thought upon listening was along the lines of, “What’s the big deal? All the songs sound the same and it’s not that great, and everybody else at Razorcake is stupid except me…me, me, me. I rule!” But I found myself irresistibly drawn to the CD and kept throwing it on whenever I had the chance. Pretty soon I found that the melodies had snuck into my subconscious so that I craved listening to the songs like a heroin addict craves methadone. I have to concede that this is grade-A modern pop punk, like the Ergs! or the Lawrence Arms. I still can’t tell the songs apart, but in a good way somehow. The whole album feels like one big suite, where I recognize different movements. I don’t know if I could ever listen to this as different songs, because the album comes together as a whole so well. I love this record. It makes me want to go find a cute girl with lots of interesting buttons on her clothes and then hang out with her in a park in the middle of summer. I stand corrected on my initial doubts about my colleagues’ taste and mental abilities, but I still stand by the assertion that I rule. –Adrian (It’s Alive)


CHINESE TELEPHONES / DEAR LANDLORD:
Split: CD
Chinese Telephones are one of those melodic punk bands that can be easily dismissed at first as typical. When you first hear the songs, they seem basic and easily forgotten but the infectious melodies creep up on you without warning. Then you hear music in your sleep and realize, “This is that fucking Chinese Telephones’ song playing over and over in my head. Why?” It creeps up on your shit and soon after, you’re looking for more stuff by them to put in your collection. Dear Landlord: more straight forward in their approach and equally infectious, take the “we listened to a lot of Screeching Weasel records” approach to pop punk. Along with some of that Midwestern “let’s all play like Dillinger Four because they’re way better than we’ll ever be” rock. Sounds insulting, but in reality it’s a compliment and dudes pull through with a couple of songs that are catchy as hell. Solid split all the way around. –Dave Disorder (It’s Alive)


CHINA CREEPS:
Self-titled: 7”
Do you remember the Skate Rock compilations that Thrasher magazine put out in the ‘80s? Amazing collections of bands dedicated to their love of punk rock and skateboarding. Fast forward to today. There is a major skate rock resurgence happening in Western Canada. Bands like Calgary’s Sheglank’d Shoulders, Victoria’s Shivs and the Hoosegow, and now Vancouver’s China Creeps are bringing back the screaming wheels and barking trucks of days gone past. This slab is the Creeps first recorded offering and it is fast and furious hard driving thrash. Relentless odes to skating, skaters, and their beloved home bowl: China Creek. Look out, Thrasher; the Canadians are rolling your way. –ty (China Creeps, myspace.com/chinacreeps)


CHILLERTON:
Self-titled: 7”EP
U.K. version of mid-period Hot Water Music, but with Alison of Discount in the band (on the occasional song). So it’s sorta like Fifth Hour Hero, but a little more clonky and mechanical. Feels like X amount of people are in the room, want to form a band, and they want to approach the songs a little differently. And that’s the not-so-good sort of tension, a band that sounds a little at odds with itself. The sweeping parts seem a little labored and workman instead of that juicy organic tension that HWM—in the best of times—would burst in a messy explosion, like a grapefruit under a speeding semi. Chillerton has potential, and I’m not ruling them out, but I don’t suspect this 7” will get many spins from me. Sorry. –todd (Cat’n’Cake)


CHALLENGED, THE:
Relapse: CD
Most of this album is actually pretty tight, but, honestly, not incredibly original, which is mostly forgivable because the band is still fairly new. The music itself draws sound from Bouncing Souls, Pinhead Gunpowder, and Lifetime. What would really help is to tell whoever’s singing on track five to never sing again. It’s sound like he’s trying to imitate Erik Funk of Dillinger Four and ended up sounding like that pterodactyl from Pee-Wee’s Playhouse. Their last track is another punk song about not caring what others think, and it’s now so cliché that the only people who still don’t find it ironic that bands with songs like this send out review copies are the people who still think the earth is flat. –Bryan Static (Cabana 1)


CASY AND BRIAN:
Catbees: CD
Casy and Brian are a drums-and-keyboards duo making atonal dance music about anthropomorphic animals. Now, there’s a sentence I never could have anticipated writing. It’s hard not to make a Mates Of State comparison when you know their set-up, but from just hearing them, it’d never cross your mind. Casy and Brian are loud, abrasive, and owe more to hardcore than traditional dance pop, with screeching vocals and staccato, jerky drumbeats. The duo is clearly set on hosting, via CD, a crazy, good-times dance party in your living room. I admire their pluck, even if I’m not particularly swayed to join in. –Sarah Shay –Guest Contributor (Pish Posh Of North America)


CARBONAS:
Self-titled: CD
When I was fifteen, I got busted for trying to steal cassette tapes. In the cop room, they made me take everything out of my pockets. The security guard inventoried it and said out loud as he wrote, “Had enough money to buy the tapes.” The photo they took of me looked like the guys on the Carbonas cover. Harshly lit black and white, desperate but fun. Their music is desperate fun, as if Cheap Trick threw out the cute guitars and arenas and finally got a sharp edge to go with the great power pop. No nonsense. If you liked any of their 7”s, this won’t disappoint. –mike (Goner)


CAR BOMB DRIVER:
Evacuate: CD
Though the puerile, sex-obsessed lyrics too often strain to be offensive, and their occasional veering a wee bit too close into Queers clonedom are a little disconcerting, they aren’t without their charms. “Balls on the Outside” is good for a laugh, but the true gem here is “Short Bus Baby,” the subject matter of which is so over the top it ranks up with Kiss’ “Going Blind.” –jimmy (www.24HourServiceStation.com)


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