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CAREER SUICIDE:
Reach for the Sars: 7"
What the hell’s the deal with these melodic hardcore bands from Canada? First it was Fucked Up, and now this band. Neato guitar trickery kind of like the Adolescents, a lesson or two learned from Kid Dynamite, and the whole thing reeks of a heavy Freeze influence. Another top-notch release from Deranged.  –Josh (Deranged)


BROKEN BOTTLES:
In the Bottles: CD
With the increased exposure of being on TKO, I’ve got the feeling that Broken Bottles will get a bunch of new fans and a bunch of razzing (see Nørb’s review). Having interviewed the guys and hung out with them a couple of times, I can vouch that Jes isn’t trying to impress anyone, and isn’t faking the lunacy. Sure, he sounds a lot like Mike Ness and the band sounds a lot like classic Social Distortion, but I like them a lot regardless. It’s like they found an extra book of songs that were slated for Mommy’s Little Monster (albeit a little more campy), which were lost in a fire or a flood or mudslide or something. Also, Southern Orange County punk is one of the last full-fledged bastions of punk rock that never went away after the beachhead was declared in the late ‘70s. So I can also understand that berets a la D.I. throw folks for a loop, but it’s what these guys wear, day in and day out (and Travis is one of the nicest guys you’re bound to meet). Selfishly, since I have all of their singles, I’ve already heard a little less than half of the songs on In the Bottles, but there are some great new tracks on here, too. “Pink Swastika” is quintessential Broken Bottles – funny and strange (it’s about a homosexual nazi and the conflict that such a person might face) and “Blondie” buzzes right through, like a bullet from 1982. My only beef is that it’s a pretty bad idea to cover “The Letter” (previously covered by fucking Joe Cocker) at all, but to put it in the middle of the CD makes for awkward sprints to the CD player to hit skip. Regardless, this is a nice introduction of the band to the rest of the world outside of Southern California.  –todd (TKO)


BROKEN BOTTLES:
Drinking in the Rain b/w Lose Every Battle: CD-Single
I don’t know, doesn’t “single” imply the band has at least one good song? Odious faux Social Distortion music (as if the original item hasn’t wreaked enough horror on my ears over the course of the last decade) made all the more odious-er by the snare constantly being behind the beat (or merely appearing that way owing to not-particularly-cunningly applied drum mic echo) and wannabe Johnny Rotten-clone vocals (note: Using “wannabe” AND “clone” is not redundant in this case, i am merely trying to express how the singer sounds like he wants to be a Johnny Rotten clone, but is failing at even that modest goal). This completely fails to take back the alley. BEST SONG: They both sound the same, except one has cloudburst effects. BEST SONG TITLE: “Drinking in the Rain,” because it’s SOOOO Morrissey. FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: This Augmented CD Single also contains the video for “Drinking in the Rain.” I didn’t watch it or anything, but, on the credits for the video portion, they spell camera as “camara.”  –norb (TKO)


BRIEFS, LES:
The Joy of Killing: 7"
This French release is the least Briefs-sounding Briefs record I’ve ever heard, mostly because it’s all covers and the Briefs’ Adverts bounce is replaced, mainly by razor blades and hard stares. But, fuck it, I like the Killed By Death obscuro feel it emits. They start off with “Kill the Hippies” by The Casualties (just joking, although they have a song of the same title), by one of Dangerhouse’s jewels, the Deadbeats (and if I remember right, the original version featured Geza X who produced and engineered some great Dead Kennedys and Germs stuff.) Then they slip on The Panics’ socks with “I Wanna Kill My Mom.” The Panics claim – and they haven’t yet been disputed – as being Indiana's first high school punk rock band. Flip it over and there’s a straight-up charge through the Angry Samoans’ “Todd Killings” and an equally “yup, that kinda sounds like the original” take on the Damned’s “Born to Kill.” “Kill” is the last track, originally unchained by Alberto Y Lost Trios Paranoias (a strange band that was a very British hybrid of Monty Python-type comedy and the new-wavey Cock Sparrer) comes out like Vom (pre-Angry Samoans). Not an essential release, but fun nonetheless.  –todd (Lollipop)


BREAKING PANGAEA:
Phoenix: CD
Oh, sweet merciful fucking Christ on the cross. These shoegazing indie-emo fucks are one step removed from The Get Up Kids (that step would be the very slight crunchy modern emo-core edge) and I don’t mean that in any of the good ways. If you think there are actually good things that statement could mean, you are likely reading the wrong magazine and should renew your subscription to Spin or Rolling Stoneforthwith.  –scott (Equal Vision)


BOYSKOUT:
School of Etiquette: CD
Barely legal girls kiss their way through standard bubblegum emo. Accomplished, boring, better than angry young guys doing it.  –mike (Alive)


BONECRUSHER:
The Good Life: CDEP
Bonecrusher’s always been about fighting the good fight. On first listen, without paying attention to the lyrics, it’d be easy to dismiss them as a bunch of thugs who have a reputation for beating up people who come to their shows and rip out the occasional light fixture from a club’s ceiling. Surprisingly, a good number of their songs are about the nobility of work, the power of unions, and standing on your own two feet. Their previous CD on Hostage, Working for a Living, was tougher than the back of a stone mason and rougher than the calluses on a carpenter’s hands. All of the basic elements are here in The Good Life, but I can’t help but think something’s missing. Fire? Direct intimidation? Fear of instant teeth loss? It’s definitely a decent CD, but it doesn’t have me ready to spring out of the way and seek a safe haven when I pop it in the player like their earlier efforts did. Can’t quite put my finger on it.  –todd (Class War)


BONECRUSHER:
The Good Life: CD EP
It looks like Ray ain’t singin’ for ‘em anymore, and they sound more like yer average skinhead band than ever. Ain’t my cup o’ tea, but it ain’t bad for what it is, I guess.  –jimmy (Class War)


BOBBYTEENS, THE:
Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’: CD
Boy, Maddy’s gonna be mad at me for not passing this CD along to her. It’s Lucky Charms, all the way. Female-fronted pop punk in the vein of Nikki and the Corvettes and, well, shit, all the bands that have tried to be the Bobbyteens. This is what the Donnas would sound like if they had any talent. This is what a generation of leather-jacketed tough punk rock girls have wanted to sound like, and with good reason. It’s definitely worth picking up.  –Guest Contributor (Estrus)


BLOWN TO BITS:
Fuck American Xenophobia: 7"
Speedy, tight political hardcore that’s thankfully spare on the metal influence. This bad boy’s a keeper.  –jimmy (Blown to Bits)


BLOODY LOVELIES, THE:
Some Truth and a Little Money: CD
I don’t know what’s worse, the music (a bad take on the worst bits of Tom Petty and ELO) or the fact that they thought Razorcake was a good mag to send their wares to. Maybe they inadvertently mailed it here instead of some “hip” dentist’s office.  –jimmy (www.TheBloodyLovelies.com)


BLACKLIST:
Times Are Changing: CD
This deserves a sigh as an initial reaction and not in any good way. Trite lyrics about politics. Claims that the band doesn’t want to live in someone else’s time (1977, 1969). The music is so rudimentary that it makes the Ramones sound technically accomplished (and speaking of the Ramones, I’m more interested in the reissues series than I am in this album). To say that there’s nothing here is to assign too much credit to this run-of-the-mill punk rock revival because nothing is the opposite of something – antimatter at least causes a reaction. This falls squarely in the middle of something and nothing in a nether realm where ambivalence and indifference are the order of the day and this doesn’t warrant one more word.  –scott (Dead Mic)


BLACK KEYS, THE:
The Moan: CD-EP
Bluesy southern-fried rock, not punk. Not bad for Fat Possum fans (although not on that label). Hey, I just got done working eighteen-hour days for two weeks. My verbiage output is low and that tired description seems to fit juuuust right.  –mike (Alive)


BLACK JETTS, THE:
Bleed Me: CD
Take one part MC5, one part Dead Boys, add a dash of ‘60s trash rock, and you get this. While it ain’t anywhere near the vicinity of crucial listening, they do make a nice enough racket to make their way into your next party’s soundtrack.  –jimmy (Deadbeat)


BITCHIN’/ ONION FLAVORED RINGS:
Yeehaw Junction: Split 7”
I admire Bitchin’s defiance and quest for understanding – strident female voices, roughed-up instruments, and fists up in the air in the name of community. Their three songs are straight shots, covering long bike rides and hard battles still being fought. They also seem to be recorded rougher and tumblier than their full length. The jaggedness suits them well. Onion Flavored Rings are extremely poppy and sweet, but not saccharine. That’s a tough line to balance. They seem to pull from the same jug of lyrical spirits as This Bike Is a Pipe Bomb, while sounding nothing like them. The songs are about depression, being unattractive, and going to a shitty job for a shitty wage. That gives the enterprise weight, but there’s a lot of jangle and peppiness in the beats, which make you think you’re hearing songs about sunshine instead of cancer. Comes in way-cool silkscreen cartoon cover.  –todd (No Idea)


BILL BONDSMEN:
Good Evening This Is: CD
Mid-tempo tuneage from a band big on that early ‘80s Midwest hardcore sound. Seeing as these are “unmixed/unmastered” versions of the songs, there’s more than a few rough edges to the proceedings, most notably a dire need for the levels to be raised up, but if they manage to squeeze a good mix out, this could be very, very good when it’s finished.  –jimmy (4TG Music Terrorism Conspiracy)


BAR FEEDERS, THE:
50 Ways to Leave Your Liver: CD
First thing I thought when I dropped this puppy in the player was that they sounded like a rawer version of the Offspring. Goofy song titles and with goofy lyrics shows that these guys are having more fun than you.  –don (A.D.D.)


BAR FEEDERS, THE:
50 Ways To Leave Your Liver: CD
...i enjoyed this disc for the first ten minutes or so, probably because it’s been a long time since i listened to any bad late ‘80s punk records and found myself briefly nostalgic for that sound. And, while i can’t say i’m completely immune to the charms of the Gaza-Strippers-sing-McCrackins-songs-arranged-by-Zeke-isms of, say, “Chinese Chicken” (“Chinese Chicken! In My Hair! Chinese Chicken! With Fred Astaire! Chinese Chicken! Laughing Gas! Chinese Chicken! Diaper Rash!”), it has been my observation throughout the years that bands which play three-four-five-minute-long thrash songs with all manner of stops and starts and diversions and lunacy and such, generally, in their hearts of hearts, would rather being playing some form of music other than punk rock, but have been playing punk rock (or that which makes use of the sonic external form of punk rock) for so long that they are either physically or psychologically unable to divest themselves from it. And i’m not saying that’s necessarily the case with the Bar Feeders, but it certainly wouldn’t surprise me any to find out that at least one of them secretly wishes he was in a band with a gong. Cool for a while, but about halfway through the five-and-a-half-minute-long thrash song about the Droid Party, i was really hoping that the band, decked out in Stormtrooper gear, would pull up to my house in a commandeered land speeder, kick in my door and vomit heavily into my CD player, rendering it at least temporarily inoperable and thusly freeing me from the remainder of my reviewerly functions – but if YOU really wanna sit thru songs like “Free Beer For The Bar Feeders” on your own dime, don’t relent on my account. BEST SONG: “Chinese Chicken” BEST SONG TITLE: “Satan Sells Sea Shells by the Seashore” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: The song entitled “G.U.I.” makes no mention of the Graphical User Interface!  –norb (A.D.D.)


AVSKUM:
Punkista: CD
Some grade-A fjordcore here from this long-running band, perhaps a little more reliant on the Discharge influence than is healthy, but damn if they ain’t got the best bits of the sound down pat, right down to the haiku-like anti-capitalist, anti-US government lyrics.  –jimmy (Prank)


AUSGEBOMBT:
Hellbomber: CD
Speed metal with anti-war lyrics played by what looks to be guys who take their fashion cues from the old hardcore-turned-metal band Genocide. Not all that bad, but it ain’t exactly memorable, either.  –jimmy (Hardcore Holocaust)


ATTIC TED:
The Bastardized Country Carnival: CD
Bizarro sideshow freak rock’n’roll belched forth from the bowels of Tejas. Someone was a fan of Touch & Go’s mid-’80s releases, and it shows.  –jimmy (Pecan Crazy)


ATLANTIC MANOR, THE:
Failing by the Second: CD-EP
This failed the second any sound was produced. There was already a last Warren Zevon record.  –don (Do Too)


AT THE SPINE:
The Curriculum Is Never Neutral: CD
What seems to dominate college radio but never leaves. This is probably some critic’s favorite, but it leaves this listener bored.  –don (Global Seepej)


ASSERT:
Riotous Assembly: 7"
Basic hardcore with some faster-than-lights drumming, just-gargled-with-bleach vocals and political lyrics which state the obvious in ways that are as subtle as a hammer. It’s not bad, but it doesn’t do much for me.  –scott (Malt Soda)


A-SIDES:
Going Gone: 7"
Holy crap, the Monkees’ less musically-proficient brothers have released a single! Alert Rodney Bingenheimer while the rest of us run for cover!  –jimmy (Prison Jazz, no address)


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