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ANTIDOTE:
Thou Shalt Not Kill: CD EP
A reissue of a great 45 from this long-gone ‘80s band, who cranked out some choice New York hardcore back when that term didn’t mean lame tough-guy thug metal. The songs, eight in all, are short, fast and to the point, naturally, and there ain’t a bad one in the bunch. Buy it now and be the envy of your punker pals or buy the latest New Found Glory disc instead and look like a clueless poseur fop later. –jimmy (Hellbent)


ANTERRABAE:
Shakedown Tonight: CD
The first thing that came to mind is that this is one of those screamo-emo bands. I could be right on that fact. But the music is more of the current day hardcore variety. The music tends to reach more into the metal vein with the heavy down strum riffing of the guitars and the double bass drums. The screamo comes from the vocalist. He screams to the point where you can picture veins bulging from his forehead as sweat sprays out. His eyes bug out like they are about to explode from their sockets and his hot breath hitting the microphone is burning the electronics. The emo comes from the breakdown in their songs that the vocalist actually sings and sounds moody in an Incubus kind of way. Pretty interesting stuff that was enough not to make me get discouraged from the emo overtones that I hear. –don (Triple Crown)


ANGELIC UPSTARTS:
Punk Singles Collection: CD
The collected A-sides from this band’s assorted singles are compiled on one disc so’s you don’t hafta keep getting’ up every few minutes to change the record. All the hits are here, including “I’m An Upstart,” “Liddle Towers,” “Woman In Disguise,” etc., so if yer lookin’ for a decent overview of their career without the commitment of actually buying an album or two, this should do the trick. My only gripe is that it would’ve been nice to have a couple of the B-sides on disc as well, namely “Lust for Glory.” Ah, well, such is life, I guess. –jimmy (Captain Oi)


AMPS FOR CHRIST:
The People at Large: CD
If Harry Smith’s “Anthology of American Folk Music” had consisted of Indian ragas and static-laden field recordings (instead of the hissing and crackling blues songs and child ballads that it is), it might well have sounded like this. Although I’ve heard some people criticize this album as little more than noise, it’s more immediately interesting than the Deerhoof album reviewed elsewhere in these pages precisely because it combines noise with more traditional elements of American music; it begins with a clear understanding of something which is both familiar and forgotten and proceeds to interpret and update those structures in intriguing ways, yielding an album which may prove to be the equivalent of an old Carter Family session in eighty years. Regardless of its future impact, it’s fucking awesome right now and I can’t think of anything better to listen to on this stormy Sunday as I wait for the tornado watches to expire. –scott (5 Rue Christine)


AMONGST THE SHADOWS:
Demo: CD
For the most part, I think a lot of what’s considered the “new metal” these days is a truckload of hand-selected shit. You’ve got bands like Korn (yikes), LinkinPark (yow), the ever-annoying Limp Bizkit (will Durst ever shut the fuck up? He and Lars Ulrich need to put their heads together and make an ass outta themselves), and Rage Against The Machine (How’s that shiny, black BMW driving these days, Zack? I bet they have a lot of those on the reservations, huh?). I mean, how many times can these bands take what was created and deemed sacred from bands like Black Sabbath and piss all over it? Search me, but it obviously sells. I gotta give some credit to Amongst the Shadows, though, due to the fact that they ain’t afraid to rock the way they seem fit. I hear glints and glimmers of Maiden in a lot of this demo and I gotta say, for a five-piece outfit whose age range is eighteen to twenty-one, not to mention only being together for a little over six months, ATS can be a band that will be turning a lot of heads if they keep it up. My only piece of advice to these guys would be to kick out some more straight-ahead cuts for us older fucks, like their “Under The Gun” track, ‘cause that song’s happening in my opinion. And Mitch – drop a suggestion to the rest of your bandmates to cover Pantera’s “Fucking Hostile.” I know damn well your band could do a fine version, complete with your vocalist doing Mr. Phillip Anselmo proud. –dale (band contact: (562) 587-2389)


ALL OR NOTHING H.C.:
What Doesn’t Kill You...: CD

I have read Renae Bryant’s columns in MRR for a number of years and she has mentioned her band many of times. I never actively went out to purchase her band’s music and never went to check out her shows. My loss. If this release is any indication, I have been missing out on a lot. The songs are mid-tempo to fast. It’s straight-up punk rock with raw production that keeps things aggressive. Her vocals are intense with anger and you truly believe her words because of how she delivers. I have read that she has had a lot of line-up changes throughout their history, but that does not hurt the music here. She seems to have built a sold backing here since there seems to be no weak link. The songs are strong and keep me attentive. Now I need to get off my ass and go see them live.

 

 

–don (Rodent Popsicle)


ALAN REPLICA:
Clockworks, Juliet: CD
“Isolation,” the opening track on Clockworks, Juliet, is the rare song that lives up to its title. Synthesizers trickle like raindrops and the forlorn melody plays like a face pressed up against a cold windowpane watching the night. Alan Replica sings on the verge of tears, all cracking chords and congested nasal passages, as the song beckons listeners to continue on with the album. Alan Replica works with slow, plodding beats that increase in speed and intensity as the album progresses. Soon, the strings enter, and it becomes apparent that this is one of the most genuine attempts at producing high-quality synthpop to make it onto album in some time. There is no trace of tongue-in-cheek ‘80s posing, no cries for the rhythmless nation to take to the dance floor and make like dying robots. This is music for people who find romance hidden within Japan and Ultravox records. –liz (Ninth Wave; www.ninthwaverecords.com)


ACID MOTHERS TEMPLE:
Mantra of Love: CD
Usually, my first instinct when I see a record that clocks in at forty-five minutes with only two songs is to run for the hills, but for some reason, I decided to take a chance on this ‘un, and I’m glad I did. Sure, there’s a heavy “hippie” vibe oozing offa this, but hell, I’m open to most anything. The first track, the longer of the two, is essentially a thirty-five-minute jam based on a chant that manages to invoke in sound both Dead Can Dance and SavageRepublic, which is always a plus. I was doing something around the house when I initially put this disc on and soon found myself sitting in front of the stereo in rapt attention to what was coming out of the speakers, which should say volumes about the music’s trance-inducing qualities. The second song wasn’t all that bad, either, but, boy, that first one was a bit mind-blowing. –jimmy (www.alien8recordings.com)


46 SHORT:
Just a Liability: CD
This is not the band you would think Ron Martinez of Final Conflict fame would be playing bass for. You would think more spiked hair than baseball caps. Well, this band has that SouthBay sound of the early ‘80s meets D.I. Nothing that made me want to kick a hole in the wall but it gave me tinges to go out and skate. –don (Go Kart)


HUNCHES, THE:
Hobo Sunrise: CD
Well, it’s certainly loud enough. And it’s certainly fucked up enough. But that which a record must be enough of besides loud enough and fucked up enough it is not enough of. I mean, if i can throw out a couple of probably weird-seeming examples here, when bands like the Jesus & Mary Chain or Guided By Voices—WHO, ADMITTEDLY, THE HUNCHES SOUND NOTHING LIKE—were really on their shit, they could throw as much chaos (“bullshit,” if you like) on top of their songs as modern science would allow, and, even the first time you listened to said song, BAM, there it was. The songs were strong and direct and immediately RIGHT THERE. It didn’t matter how many tables and chairs were hurtling through the air—metaphorically or literally—when you heard ‘em, they struck you as clearly and plainly as anything off the Ramones first album or anything Chuck Berry ever did; no small feat given the levels of art-poof-flip-out-ery in play. The Hunches? I dunno... a man with Marky Ramone hair encased in a suit composed of 212 mostly unused maxi-pads just mentally increased his specific gravity to the point where he made the roof cave in? Okay, great. Now whadda we do? Amuse ourselves by playing in the rubble? I don’t hear any songs here. I hear people giving titles to things they came up with in practice. The record sounds nominally amazing for the first few numbers, but by about track #4, it is blatantly obvious that this is a band who cannot quite make up their minds as to whether they want to blow things up or just get high; to me, this makes them less conceptually pure than Pinky & The Brain (who, of course, ALWAYS knew what they were going to do today), therefore unworthy of my endorsement. So be it. BEST SONG: “Compression” BEST SONG TITLE: “Droning Fades On” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: Despite the album title, the packaging’s typography is mainly in the Gill Sans font, not the hated Hobo. –norb (In the Red)


HOT DAMN!:
The Girl Can’t Help It: CD
Female sleaze-punk, fast, lean, and obsessed with sex. I can think of worse ways to view the world. Unfortunate cover of “The Girl Can’t Help It,” though. –jimmy (Steel Cage)


HORRIBLE ODDS, THE:
Underground: LP
You’ve got three of the Jack Palance Band with Iggy Scam on drums for a flash-in-the-pan Chattanooga band from 2002 that sounds like anything but. Tightly wound, desperate yet hopeful. Unmarked graves next to feelings of invincibility. Estranged but warm. Looking at rivers of piss, yet still throwing coins in and making a wish. Eric Nelson sounds like a drill sergeant and the entire band sounds like they’re operating eight limbs from the exact same brain. They’ve got that almost untraceable, magical quality that attaches bands like the Bananas, The Riverboat Gamblers, The Tim Version, and Tiltwheel to some unseen, unknown wellspring. No, those bands sound nothing alike, but if you like one, the odds are that you’ll like the others. It’s the spirit’s what I’m talking about. Basement and back yard shows. Duct tape and cheap beer economics rarely sounds this great. A DIY punk checkmate. –todd (Onion Flavored)


HELPER MONKEYS, THE:
No Release: CD
Too much melody to be hardcore, and too hard to be power pop, Helper Monkeys offer up a tasty chunk of popcore. The thrashing guitars scream, the drums pound straight into your brain, and the singer is delightfully obnoxious. The songs are intelligent without being pretentious, and the playing is just the right blend of fun and power. I like it. –brian (Onionskin, no address found)


HELLSTOMPER:
The Real Hillbilly Motherfucker: CD
Dixie-fried rock/punk centered on cock fightin’, whiskey drinkin’, barroom fightin’ and, of course, drinkin’. Can’t say these guys were the best thing I’ve heard all week or anything, but they did have their merits, primarily the fact that they aren’t above not taking themselves too seriously. –jimmy (Steel Cage)


HELLACOPTERS, THE:
By the Grace of God: CD
The back describes the band as Sweden’s answer to Kiss, Cheap Trick, and Thin Lizzy. The Hellacopters are accomplished and could open for those bands perfectly, but let’s not take Cheap Trick’s name in vain. And who could match the truly Neanderthal lyrics of Gene Simmons? –mike (Liquor and Poker Music; www.liquorandpokermusic.com)


HATEWORK:
Thrash n’ Roll: CD
Dude! It’s time to bust out your long hair wig, squeeze your fat ass into those super-tight, pegged black jeans, polish the bullet belt and grow out your mustache. It’s 1985 again and it’s time to bang your head for some thrashin’. These Italian metal dudes have forgotten that twenty years have flown by and this style of metal is not popular anymore. But for this old geezer, it’s refreshing to hear this. I admit that I bit on the crossover bug back in the day and I ate this shit up. This reminds me of metal bands from back in the day like Possessed, MetalChurch or Celtic Frost. Speed metal played in the traditional sense. –don (Beer City)


GUTTERMOUTH:
Eat Your Face: CD
Welcome back Guttermouth! After an identity crisis, they are back to the band I remember listening to and not being able to put down in the early ‘90s. Fast, snotty, smart-assed and goofy as hell. This is such an improvement and such a relief from the direction they were heading. Guess they got their fill of teenaged girls riding the coattails of insipid Blink 182 style bands. Statutory rape litigation is no fun to go through, is it? There are just a couple of mediocre songs, but this is just about as solid as any Guttermouth album from the early ‘90s. There are some songs that very well could be placed on their first album and fit right in. Very nice turn around indeed. Thanks Guttermouth. –toby (Epitaph)


GREEN CHAIR, THE:
Michelangelo: CD
Four-track recordings of some alternative rock band sure to make whatever fans they’ve managed to scrape up happy. Not being a fan, listening to this was the equivalent of having boric acid slowly being poured into my eye sockets. –jimmy (Prison Jazz)


GREAT REDNECK HOPE, THE:
Behold the Fuck Thunder: CD
One of the best album titles in a long time. I’ve been seeing ads for this everywhere. I thought it would be rock’n’roll. I was wrong. Arty screamo with some pretty technical metal parts, kind of in the vein of Dillinger Escape Plan. –megan (Thinker Thought)


GRAZE, THE:
Iowa Anvil: CD
There are only so many indie rock songs featuring quavering, tremulous vocals that I can handle in rapid succession. As a rule of thumb, my limit is two. There are ten songs on this record. You do the math. –scott (J-Shirt)


GRACKLES, THE:
Honeypot: CD
This hearkens back to the days of early ‘90s alt-rock, before it denigrated into the completely soppy crap that now flies that flag. I hear bits of Poster Children and others in their sound, and they’re quite adept at what they do. In the long run it may not exactly be something I’d listen to all that often, but I do acknowledge their efforts. –jimmy (Pirate Alley, no address)


GERMS, THE:
Lexicon Devil: 7”
Yes ma’am, it’s a bootleg, but understandable since even if you can find it on Ebay, it’s ridiculously expensive. Lexicon Devil was originally supposed to come out on What? Records, then 1,000 came out on Slash in ‘78. (But the songs were re-released on the What We Do Is Secret 12” EP.) The songs on this 7” were so good that one of the most terrifying live bands ever to play Los Angeles took one of the songs and named themselves after it. Circle One. Due to the book of the same name—Lexicon Devil—and purportedly three different feature length movies currently being made about Germs frontman, Darby Crash (aka Bobby Pyn, born Paul Beahm), The Germs’ deification is currently being cemented into punk rock’s mausoleum. History lesson out of the way. Fuck, this recording sounds big and clear with the Germs playing stripped down, barely-able-to-play, dirty, no-frills, mind control punk that stands up as strong as it did as the day it was released. If you haven’t heard these tracks, it’s well worth picking up for under five bucks at your local record emporium. –todd (bootleg)


GENDERS, THE:
Self-titled: CDEP
...this may be my favorite thing i got to review this month (which ain’t saying much, lemme tell ya). The Genders lunge and dart thru everything from Tel Aviv Cock Rock (“Horatio” [“hey mama, my name is Horatio / I perform cunnilingus in return for fellatio”]) to Troggs-pound (“When I Grow Up [I wanna be a fuckin’ stoner]”) to what the Goo Goo Dolls used to sound like when they were actually good (“Scream”) to very drunken Tommy James & the Shondells (“Sharlene”) to Israeli Figgsism (“We Awright”) to flat-out-tell-it-like-it-is-Jack-ism (“[They Wouldn’t Let Ya In the] KKK”), all with a certain amount of both mastery and irreverence, but, to my forward-thinking mind, the best thing about this EP is that you can not only download it for free off the band’s website (www.thegenders.com), but you can also download the minimal cover art, which can be faithfully reproduced on a simple hunk of pink copy paper—WHICH MEANS, IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT, that you know how in various science fictional tales, the advanced futuristic and/or alien society which the generally backwards protagonist finds himself thrust into shocking contact with almost always has some sort of “matter synthesizer” where they can program their 30th Century Microwave or whatever to output any manner of food or drink or consumer good possible? DIG IT, BROTHERS: THE FUTURE IS NOW! Using your “matter synthesizer,” you can now, AMAZINGLY, replicate The Genders EP from half a world away, in the privacy of your own home! No salesman will call! Unfortunately, i can no longer sustain this review as i am hard at work attempting to calibrate my “matter synthesizer” to ready a Korean all-girl high school field hockey team for home delivery.Tel Aviva Las Vegas! BEST SONG: “Scream” BEST SONG TITLE: “We Awright” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: Whoever put the lipstick kissy-mark on my copy has a really small mouth. –norb (The Genders; <www.thegenders.com>)


GBH:
Cruel & Unusual: CD
Goddamn, how many times are they gonna keep releasing “Punk Rock Ambulance” on assorted discs until they realize it just ain’t meant to be a hit? A reissue with six pedestrian songs recorded between 1987 and 2000, including a pointless cover of the Rezillos’ “No,” are put together with live versions of four of their classic tunes to illustrate on one disc how good their songs once were and how utterly uninteresting they’ve become. –jimmy (Idol)


GARMONBOZIA:
Self-titled: LP
This is, hands down, the most interesting release I have to review for this issue. The main instrument of focus here is not the guitar but the cello. That does not fit into the norm of what is considered punk these days. All the basic instruments are represented here: guitars, bass and drums. But the cello is pulled a hair above the rest of the mix. This creates a unique sound that fits in well due to the bass-heavy tone of the instrument. Add a haunting female vocal that screams with a piercing shriek to yells of rage. Backing the vocals is another female vocalist whose voice interplays with the horror of it all. The slow, moody music that appears to be enchanting can turn in a second, going full force with d-beat rage with crust overtones. The cellist does not back down when things rage forth. She kicks it into high gear with the rest of the band. Reminded me heavily of what is being played by the Norwegian black metal bands. –don (Profane Existence)


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