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BABY STRANGE:
Put Out: CD
Largely fuckin’ irrelevant. BEST SONG: I’ll take any of the tracks where they sound like the Figgs trying to sound like ‘80s Stones over any of the tracks that sound like Richard Marx in criminal possession of a Mooney Suzuki album, thanks. WORST SONG TITLE: “Suicide Girl” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: An unnamed source has just wagered you five dollars American that you will be quite unable to procure a gayer band photo this year than that which is depicted on this disc’s booklet’s interior. –norb (Primary Voltage)


AUDIO INFIDELS:
Rock, Paper, Scissors:: CDEP
I guess that’s what it is; appears to be a pre-release sampler with six songs. Rather, “songs.” Mostly songs, with an amount of non-metal heaviness, and another amount of experimentation. I suppose that makes it prog rock. The real problem, however, is that the final track (which runs to about twenty percent of the disc’s total time, mind you) sounds like a computer-generated simulation of someone walking around the house throwing everything on the floor. And the thing is, I can get a Wanda-generated, non-simulated ACTUAL PERSON walking around the house throwing everything on the floor, and all I have to do is drink two bottles of Thunderbird, or crap on the sofa again. –Cuss Baxter (Audio Infidels; www.audio-infidels.com)


ATTACK FORMATION, THE:
Let the Notes Drip from Our Lips to Yours: CD
I don’t know what the hell’s going on here. I mean, the music’s pretty reasonable, with elements of screamo dynamics, sonic youthful discord, contemplative self-absorption and found-sound manipulation, but the packaging is mind-gouging. First, there’s a silver ziploc bag, then in addition to the standard jewel case, there’s a sticker and a newsprint poster where Ben Snakepit presents portraits of 135 people. The booklet and tray card of the CD are just covered in writing but most of it doesn’t say much (well, to me, anyway). I think I found a list of people in the band, but I only think that because there’s one I recognize (Tim Kerr). Can’t even find an address (though perhaps Tim Kerr = Austin?), and I’m speculating on the name of the label. Brain-conking weirdness that sometimes seems a little forced. –Cuss Baxter (Die Die Diemond)


ATOMIC 7:
…en Hillbilly Caliente: CD
Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Planet will forever have a special place in my heart as the band that, along with a few other musical luminaries like Rod Torfelson’s Armada and Mississippi Gary, provided the musical accompaniment for my all-time favorite television show, The Kids in the Hall. Former Shadowy Man Brian Connelly resurfaces here with more instrumental twang and hilarious song titles (“Various Rats Get Whacked,” “Funeral Hotpants”). It’s well-crafted, entertaining, and pleasant, but I seldom look for pleasantness in music. It’s a personal thing, I know, but I’m looking for that visceral charge of mistreated instruments and flailing limbs. I can’t even say that it’s good rainy day music because it never rains out here. Sorry. –Josh (Mint)


ASHTRAY:
Self-titled: 7” EP
Crude, effective, and funny DIY punk rock that has a spirit akin to Blatz. You know, beer-along punk with songs about the problems of drinking Tussin, the virtues of 40oz salvation, and of being a meatatarian. The dual male/ female vocals work well. The lady’s screechy, like Kirsten of Naked Aggression, but endearing. The recording’s a little off. It sounds like someone’s learning Pro Tools. There’s a weird echo during some of the guitar parts. With simple stick figure punk rock, where the instruments are the sonic equivalent to crayons, bands have done much worse. –todd (Ashtray)


ARSONS, THE:
Bridges Down: CD
Boy howdy, do I like the Arson’s first record, Full Life Crisis. Anthemic, melodic, and almost flawless in a Strong Reaction Pegboy sort of way. With Bridges Down, there are flashes of their early work, but two elements have put flies in the taffy. 1.) Guitar solos all over the fucking place. Ungh. Go Yngwie Malmsteen on your own time. 2.) The desire to mix hardcore tempos into Jawbox-like breakdowns and prettiness. Both of these elements drag the songs out, dilute the initial impact, and ultimately give off the impression of a band not quite sure what they want to do as a cohesive unit. Unfortunately, my lasting impression of Bridges Down—which I listened to fifteen times over two months to see if it’d grow on me—was this: it’s just boring. I wanted to like this. –todd (Mad at the World)


ARMY OF FRESHMEN:
Beg, Borrow, Steal: CD
Watch your steps, kiddos. Dance Dance Revolution looks like it’s got a new soundtrack band. –megan (33rd Street)


ARMY OF FRESHMAN:
Beg, Borrow, Steal: CD
Keyboard-heavy pop punk that sounds like Reggie & the Full Effect on a really bad day. Honestly, this isn’t my cup of tea. They seem to have their songwriting down pat; I just can’t seem to get past those keyboards and singer. –Jason K –Guest Contributor (33rd Street)


ANTS, THE:
Victory Side: CD
Very mellow, sort of Pavement-meets-Daniel-Johnston-at-naptime quietness with pretty interesting lyrics. Hard to believe it took seven people to make it, though. –Cuss Baxter (Sickroom)


ANOTHER OPPRESSIVE SYSTEM/HUMAN WASTE:
Split: 7”
AOS: From Connecticut, anarcho-crust d-beat with an amazing drummer and bass-heavy drone. Lyrics to remind you that your life sucks. Human Waste: Hailing from Sweden, another great punk band that follows the d-beat tradition. The vocals are from a singer who sounds like what happens after vocal chords are torn to shreds. Songs that are straight and to the point without overdoing it. I only wished that the copy I received wasn’t so warped. –don (Profane Existence)


ANABOLICS, THE:
Self-titled: CDEP
Straight outta the 1950s with four songs of rudimentary three-chord trash rock. At least Careena Collins finally gets the musical recognition that she deserves. –scott (No address listed)


AMPS II ELEVEN:
Self-titled: CD
Ornery, ass-kicking, snoose-spitting rock that falls somewhere between early Hookers and the Midnight Evils. This is scruffy facial-haired, beer bellied, slam-a-shot-of-Jack, pit-stained wifebeater rock that has a certain beehive-in-the-outhouse charm that I tend to cotton to. I like. Now just come up with a less lame band name and we can begin start discussing what sort of membership gifts I’ll receive for joining the band-formally-known-as Amps II Eleven’s official Fan Club. –aphid (Smog Veil)


ALMIGHTY TRIGGER HAPPY, THE:
I Hate Us Even More: CD
I couldn’t stop listening to this trying to figure out who they sounded like, which was just out of my grasp. Yeah, they’ve got a metal-rock sound with pretty distinctive vocals, but then it hit me. Survivor. As in “Eye of the Tiger.” It’s in there somehow until about track ten. With all that, I can’t actually say that it’s unlistenable. There’s a nice balance in gruffness and melody and the drums aren’t buried in the mix, which is nice since they do some pretty interesting things without throwing off the song. –megan (Bad Taste)


ALMIGHTY TRIGGER HAPPY, THE:
I Hate Us Even More: CD
Funny that I receive this for review when I have read somewhere that this band just broke up. It is a loss to a certain degree because they were a pretty good band. When I was really into Swedish melodicore in the early ‘90s, I really enjoyed everything I heard from this band. So I was really excited to see this in my pile for review. Right from first listen, they seemed to keep the energy going right until their demise. Musically talented and with the gift of writing a good melody, the songs don’t blend into one another. Each song seems thought out and with no filler in the bunch. The production is not overblown and adds a slight edge to the sound. Oh well, most bands, no matter how good, don’t last forever. –don (Bad Taste)


ALLEYCATS:
Nothing Means Nothing Anymore b/w Give Me a Little Pain: 7”
It’s amazing that a bootleg is made from the original ½” tape, not just a copy of spinning vinyl from the original Dangerhouse release. I don’t know how that happened, but I’m glad it did. It sounds absolutely great. The Alleycats, one of the lesser-known L.A. Masque bands (compared to X and the Germs) were probably one of the most musically proficient. They were older, had been in bar bands before, but were open to and thankfully charged up by a brand new thing called punk rock that had come across the ocean from England. Randy Stodola’s tightly wound guitar chord progressions match his growling. He’s counterpointed by leggy Dianne Chai’s great backup vocals and playful, almost surfy bass. John McCarthy’s drumming hammers it all home so the songs don’t travel too far off course. It’s commanding stuff, especially for a trio. Then they become The Zarkons. Ooh, what a big hair mess that was. –todd (bootleg)


ALICE DONUT:
Three Sisters: CD
I suspect you would be hard pressed to find anyone who has thought about Alice Donut in the past fifteen years, much less cared about the band’s music in some way. I would put myself in both categories. Having listened to this album, duly noting that it is presumably intended to be filed under rock by dint of its guitars and rhythm section, I will continue to place myself in the latter of the two categories. –scott (No address listed)


ADULT./ THE DIRTBOMBS:
Split/Split/Split 7”: 7”
Ah, the cover split 7”. Two bands joining forces to take on one song from each other’s catalogues. This is the sort of release that record junkies dream about while digging through dusty crates, knowing full well that the first time the gem is spotted might be the last. Limited to 3000 copies, Split/Split/Split 7” brings together Detroit-based groups Adult. and The Dirtbombs to carry on in this punk tradition. Not merely a split between the two bands, this record also serves as a split between Adult.’s Ersatz Audio and The Dirtbombs Cass Records, as well as a split between two photographers. (Nicola Kuperus of Adult. snapped The Dirtbombs while Dirtbomb Patrick Pantano photographed Adult.) For this release, The Dirtbombs chose to cover “Lost Love,” which Adult. released back in 1999. With two drummers and two bassists, The Dirtbombs turn this into rhythmic flurry so raw that it sounds as if it were recorded live in concert. If this is a good indication of The Dirtbomb’s live set, then the band’s next tour is not to be missed. Meanwhile, Adult. takes on The Dirtbombs “Pray for Pills.” As with the last full length, Anxiety Always, Adult. seems to have pushed the rock element in front of the band’s dance element. In this instance, the result is a short, heavy track filled with anguished screams and panicked electronics guaranteed to instill only the best kind of madness in the listener. –liz (Ersatz/ Cass)


ADICTS, THE:
Rollercoaster: CD
The Adicts are the longest running punk band with the original lineup in the world. First starting out as Afterbirth and the Pinz in 1975, then changing their names to the Adicts in ‘76, they seemed intent on zagging when the rest of the English punk hordes zigged. Opting for fun, humorous, and ironic songs (a la the Toy Dolls) instead of politics and class war, they were able to carve out a unique smiley face on punk’s back. Their history could easily be a Spinal Tap of punk rock. Early success. They got signed by a major. Got sucked dry. Released a new wave record. Got back on their own two feet, and keep plugging away. Almost thirty years down the road, they release an album of entirely new material. How is it? Okay. Instead of the fire in the belly of their first record, Songs of Praise, it seems that they’re more opting for a living room full of votive candles. The setting’s mostly subdued; the tempos are relaxed. There are even hints of ELO (“Men in Black”) and Lou Reed (“Cheese Tomato Man”). My favorite songs are very close to what the modern day Skulls are hammering out. Sure, the songs are still strange and wacky, but with a little tweak here and there, most of them could be used for Saturday morning cartoons. It isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it’s not exactly tweaking my nipples and making me want to smash parking meters, either. –todd (SOS)


ADAM GNADE:
Shiv Shiv Shake: CD
Six spoken-word tracks—and by spoken word, I really mean poetry slam entries in the making—backed with guitar textures much like those sonic backdrops that you can find on old Bill Hicks records. These stream-of-consciousness pieces ramble on about landlords and bakeries, death and Sam Cooke records; Gnade checks Jawbreaker’s “The Boat Dreams from the Hill,” Golden Hill punks, and a laundry list of band houses heading into downtown San Diego. Unless you’ve lived where he’s talking about (and I lived at 26th and A when it was a ghetto with SDPD helicopters flying over all night, every night, not a gentrifying yuppie enclave with skyrocketing property values and constantly increasing rents), these pieces probably won’t speak to you much. The most impressive aspect of this release is that Gnade apparently constructed it himself. The liner notes, such as they are, were pretty obviously assembled and cut by hand. While this doesn’t much move me to listen to it more than a couple of times, I can at least tip my hat to how it was made. –scott (Impacto)


ACTION TOOLBELT:
Self-titled: CD
College-radio friendly pop from the Gin Blossoms/Wallflowers school, without the overly slick production. Singer/songwriter Owen Briggs is a bit too sincere, and the songs are fairly typical English major stuff. Still, not bad if you’re a fan of this sort of thing. –brian (Fastmusic)


ABBATOIR 3000:
Road Trip to Oblivion: CD
The bio in the accompanying CD booklet alludes to a punk rock pedigree, but what I’m hearing is smart-guy bar rock. –jimmy (Kommy Elektra)


A.V.O./ RUNN-AMUCKS:
Split: 7”
A.V.O.: Some pretty good hardcore here, with one fast tune, one mid-tempo tune and a liberal use of the word “fuck” throughout both. Runn-Amucks: wild tempo changes pepper the first track, while the second blasts forth with a driving mid-tempo beat. Not a bad EP here from two bands I wouldn’t mind hearing more of. –jimmy (Kangaroo)


800 OCTANE:
Rise Again: CD
Is “Never Sleep Again” seriously about Freddy Vs. Jason? I mean, I like horror as much as the next guy. Okay, I probably like it a bit more than the next guy. But a song about that movie? It became a pivotal point of the album. Up until that point I thought it was pretty uninspired rock blah. Then I thought the song was about Jason, and was intrigued. Then I figured out the truth, that it was a Freddy Vs. Jason tribute song. So, then I decided that they had to be a joke band, since no one would seriously write a Freddy Vs. Jason song, and the next two songs were much more enjoyable. Then they surpass themselves and go to unbearably played-out phrases, chords, and lyrical patterns on the last song. –megan (New School)


700 MACHINES, THE:
Promo 2002: CD
Greek bar band boogie. Having heard more than my share of the American equivalent, I found myself wholly unimpressed. –jimmy (700 Machines)


12 SUMMERS OLD:
When the Romance Ends: CD
12 Summers Old? What the crap does that mean? Is that your target audience age? I’m sure they hired some pro-market asshole to come up with this brilliant idea. It’s a good thing they listed their legal council in their liner notes (email and all). I’m thinking of suing them for their attack on my sensibilities and good taste. –megan (Anomer)


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