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PENETRATION:
Moving Targets: CD
Having previously only heard their punk anthem “Don’t Dictate,” this album was a bit of a shock. Although contemporaries of the Sex Pistols, The Clash, and all the other heroes of the first wave of U.K. punk, most of the songs here are markedly mature and sophisticated in comparison to many of their peers, with interesting rhythms and arrangements married to well-written lyrics. While it shouldn’t scare off those who like their punk a little smarter than THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD (and yes, I have more than a passing affinity for that brand of punk as well, so stuff your whining missives excoriating my supposed dismissal of punk’s more primitive purveyors a second ago and direct your ire instead at our dickheaded President and criminal cohorts, you gobbing monkeys), those who need their noise to fit snugly into the accepted punk pigeonhole will be pleased as punch by the inclusion of the aforementioned “Don’t Dictate” and “Firing Squad” singles, both of which make a nice soundtrack to mad, mindless pogoin’. –jimmy (Captain Oi)


PAPER CHAMPIONS, THE:
End Transmission: CD EP
The Paper Champions wrote an EP loosely based on the disappearance of aviator Amelia Earhart and it’s all poppy emo punk. Wow. A lot of it really isn’t that bad and is actually pretty catchy. But still, it seems like it’s all too cliché nowadays and the one thing that makes it stand out (the Earhart angle) is a little too obscure for most people, I think, especially the fifteen year-old girls towards which this album will primarily appeal (and evidently to some degree, me too). Good start, though. –kurt (Reason Y)


ONE REASON:
Mountains: 7"
Three catchy poppy, kinda emoish songs from a place called Cleveland, Mississippi. When I wrote “emoish,” I didn’t mean it in a Mineral or Christie Front Drive kinda way. More of a later Discount mixed with Broadways kinda poppy emotional punk. Great, well-written songs. The first, “The End Never Mattered” is my favorite, and the most catchy of the three, but after a few listens, I ended up liking the entire 7” quite a bit. It has a Plan-It-X feel to it, and after further reading, I found they have a release on Plan-It-X South. –Guest Contributor (Salinas)


ONE DEAD THREE WOUNDED:
Paint the Town: CD
Screamo. There is a lot of yelling goin’ on. –don (1x1)


OKAY PADDY:
The Cactus Has a Point: CD
Reaction to opening notes: what the hell is this smarmy mess? Reaction to entire record: surprisingly good/much better than expected/you dumbass, stop with the instant judgments. This really did surprise me because it’s not often that I come across a relatively mellow (THE word that springs to mind with every song) rock’n’roll record that I can’t get enough of. In a lot of ways this sounds to me, at least, like a subdued version of The Figgs, as if they were to make a record baked on a whole load of weed. It’s so easy to get bored with fast-paced fury at times, and this was a welcome change of pace for me. –Staff (Prison Jazz)


KUNG FU MONKEYS, THE:
Electric Tangerine Smile, Shindig Volume 3 in 3-D: 7”
Having been born in the early 1970s, it’s tough for me to hearken back to the beach blanket bingo days of the 1950s, or the psychedelic garage pop experience of the 1960s. I don’t know when the Kung Fu Monkeys were born, but they’ve created a 7” that takes you back directly to these bygone eras, and more. “American Beach Party USA (We’re Having Christmas for Breakfast)” is sugary, not saccharine, bubblegum pop with a Beatnik Termites vibe that makes you wanna bleach your hair, grab a surf board, and show off for the babes sunning themselves in bikinis. “I Dig the Way That You Move” would fit nicely on a Zombies record or Nuggets compilation. The flip side has tinges of Beat Happening minimalism on the first song, finishing off with “Summertime in the Desert,” which I’m thinking inspired one Todd Taylor to send this to me for review (that and the fact that one of the guys in the band is, in a remarkable coincidence, called Reno!). “Summertime…” is that tune you wanna hear once the sun has set, the stars are out, and your best girl is snuggled up beside you. You never want the moment, or song, to end. This is a perfect piece of underground pop. Highly recommended. –benke (Whoa Oh)


KUNG FU MONKEYS, THE:
Coast to Coast with the Kung Fu Monkeys: 7"
Music created by human Happy Meal prizes! Querents who wish to know what it is that separates Elfin Masters of Treacle-Core such as the KFM from mere wishful thinkers should look no further than "Chapel Hill, Surf City"—J. Cahill could have easily just let the lyrics contain the comparatively vanilla line "The California coastline is really the most," but, instead, he spent the extra three seconds to think about it a little bit and presented it in the subtly-but-powerfully altered form of "The California coastline is really the mostline"—transmuting mere Vanilla to mighty Chocolate Chip Mint with one deftly placed syllable! Please make a note of it. In a perfect world, James Cahill would be playing Dr. Doom in the upcoming Fantastic Four movie, and the Stormtroopers in Star Wars would wear sweater vests. BEST SONG: "Chapel Hill, Surf City" BEST SONG TITLE: "Candy Shoppe (Twice)," if only for the esoteric Modern Lovers reference FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: 1. This record contains the Swimmingly Records Slip of Quality: "If it weren't quality, we wouldn't put it out, and we wouldn't put this little slip of paper in it either. That's a promise." 2. The Kung Fu Monkeys once bought me lunch. You're goddamn right there was a milkshake involved! –norb (Swimmingly)


KRUNCHIES, THE:
In De Winkel: CD
Did I just stick my finger in an outlet or do these fucking guys rip?!? I’ll answer that for you. This CD is frying my brain! The Krunchies have the energy of a caffeinated and sugared up five-month-old puppy that just took a hit of cocaine. There are twelve songs on this CD in just over nineteen minutes of sheer rock! Tinny guitar riffs and sloppy bass lines layered nicely over flowing hard and fast paced, almost hardcore, beats. Male/female fronted vocals that sing and scream over the top of the musical insanity. In fact, Amanda’s high-pitched screaming could break some glass. Not only do they musically amaze me, but they have song titles like “Reaffirming my Hatred of Humanity through Failed Relationships” and “Kill Your Face/Murder My Will.” It’s hard to make comparisons and make it sound accurate, because even though the genre sounds similar, I can’t place a band that has a similar sloppy fast garage/no wave sound that can pull off the amount of energy these guys have. This just may be one of my new favorites. Now they just have to tour out west so I can see them. –Guest Contributor (Criminal IQ)


KOFFIN KATS:
Inhumane: CD
The double-K spelling has always bothered me, and the postured, blood-soaked overindulgence on the cover kept this at arm's length. Straight from my now-hometown, these Detroiters bang out fifteen tracks of fast, loud, and fucked psychobilly. Detroit's caliginosity ensorcells their collective maddened mind, spewing forth fertile, bona fide rock with deference to the Damned and early Misfits. Passes muster with the old school crowd—one of the better things I've heard in this vein for quite some time. –thiringer (PsychobillyUS)


KINETO:
Transform: CD
No matter how you dress it, package it, slice it, or dice it, metal bites the weenie. –jimmy (Kineto)


KILL-A-WATTS, THE:
Circuit Breaker Love: CD
I somewhat enjoy the Kill-A-Watts' passable Infections impersonations. BEST BACK COVER PHOTO WHICH ILLUSTRATES A SONG TITLE: "Zipper Patience" BEST SONG TITLE: "Oh Cheeseburger" FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: The font that "KILL-A-WATTS" is typeset in on the front cover is called "Lower West Side." It should not be confused with Lower East Side, which just looks like a bunch of wood. –norb (Rip Off)


KILL THE MAN WHO QUESTIONS:
Industry Document: CD
Kill the Man Who Questions was a political hardcore band from the mid- to late ‘90s and this is a collection of their singles and compilation tracks. They’re a band whose name I used to see around but never got around to picking up any of their stuff besides the Sugar Industry LP, and listening to this CD, I feel like a dumbass for not doing so. As with most DIY (as in, “not on Victory Records”) hardcore from that era, and pretty much from the whole decade, it’s raw, dirty, and doesn’t make the slightest effort to be listener-friendly or commercially viable. It takes its share of cues from bands like Born Against, Crass, and Logical Nonsense, and the result is intense and explosive, fitting in well next to contemporaries (in aesthetic, not necessarily sound) like His Hero Is Gone and Los Crudos. It’s a rad way to pick up any of their stuff if you missed out like I did the first time around. –Josh (Cheap Art)


KEVIN K AND THE REAL KOOL KATS:
Perfect Sin: CD
This dude wants to be Johnny Thunders so fucking bad, I can smell the hairspray from here. This album sounds like outtakes from Thunders' Que Sera, Sera LP, which wasn't really that good of a record to begin with. Between the four-page booklet, the back cover and the CD itself, there are thirteen photos of the band. I don't want to bag too hard on this, as they seem to be, you know, fairly sincere in that Jeff-Dahl-rock-meets-punk kind of way, and apparently this guy's been around forever, but there's only so many times you can rhyme "all right" and "tonight" before I put another record on. –keith (Kevin K)


JUDGE:
What It Meant, the Complete Discography: CD
Funny, but after all these, years I still can’t help but think of Crucial Youth’s parodying of the whole “hardline” straight edge thing when I put this on, and I soon find myself singing “I’ve got a positive dental outlook” and “if you don’t shave clean, you’re not in the scene” at the top of my lungs, which is, of course, not what’s coming out of the speakers. Judge was one of those late ‘80s straight edge bands that just seemed to be flogging a plenty dead horse by the time they came along, and nearly two decades later, they sound just about as stale, with all their big, gruff talk about their crew and looking down on people for doing drugs, and yet apparently seeing no irony in embedding more than a little metal riffage into their sound and even covering Led Zeppelin. It’s not that I had/have anything against straight edge as a philosophy, but its more puritanical adherents, with their virulent self-righteousness and fashion sense inspired by Catholic school jocks, hold a special place in my heart, right next to dungbeetles, the Bush family, moco sculptures and born-again Christians. Subsequently, any band that aligns themselves with any group of Neanderthals who think that beating someone up will keep them from getting high is not gonna rate very high around these parts, as some of us are of the belief that such attitudes and actions run contrary to the whole punk ethic. Anyway, if you’re into this late period “youth crew” tripe you’ll be happy to know you can now play their entire recorded output while you’re getting ready for the evening’s brainwashing session at the local Krishna temple without having to stop once to change the record. –jimmy (Revelation)


JOHNNY COCK AND HIS NUTS:
Tear You a New One: CD
You gotta love a good scum-rock band. Meatmen, Dayglo Abortions, Kill Allen Wrench… It’s just a good feeling to know that there is someone out there sicker than you. Johnny Cock and the Nuts are now apart of that prestigious group. The band plays tight yet chaotic punk rock that’ll get you moving and the lyrics just might get you puking a little in the back of your throat. It’s not all sleaze though. You also get boozing and Bush bashing for your buck here. Throw in a live set at the end of the disc and call it a damn fun time! –ty (Bitch Slap, no address)


JOHNIE 3:
Self-titled: CD
I really wanna hate this, ’cause it’s from what is essentially another Queers clone band, and lord knows we can’t be going around encouraging creatively and originality starved musicians such as those that think sounding exactly like another band is a good idea. Of course, there is much to hate here, especially around the lyrics, which are beyond dumb-in-a-bad-way, and the affected whine in the vocals. I’ll be damned if they ain’t kinda catchy, though, which is more than I can say about the bulk of their contemporaries. I guess they are the “Queers rip-off” equivalent of throwing crap at a wall repeatedly and finally having something stick. Ultimately, I find I don’t hate it, but I don’t exactly respect it, either. –jimmy (Cheapskate)


JOHN PODDY:
Punk Rock Star: CD
An apparent one-man band singing songs like “You Made Me Gay” and “Your Mom’s a Fag.” Punka dunka, dude. –jimmy (Long Bored)


JOHN FRANCIS & IMPOSTERS, THE:
The Earnest Manboy Suite in E Major: CDEP
I cannot recommend this “opus”: pretentious typewriter solos bookend and infiltrate one-dimensional two-man three-practice guitar rock which I suppose gains “opus” status by virtue of: 1) being a fifteen-minute song with: 2) a recurrent theme (i.e. one riff). I wish I knew enough music theory to dispute its E Major status, but I’ll leave that to the Commissioner. And, oh yeah, don’t get mad at anyone named John Francis; this guy’s name is Jack Francis. –Cuss Baxter (John Francis, etc)


JIYUNA:
The Devil Is Waiting for Us in the Palace—Rush Courageously: CD
Boy, the packaging on this is beautiful: screenprinted on chipboard and hand-cut in the shape of a cityscape, folded in thirds with a little button for the CD to sit on, and with a tiny twenty-page lyric book inserted. However, due to the fact that the actual music on the CD is weak screamy me-core, I do believe I will cause the CD to not be at my house and instead install another one on its top-flight little button. I just hope I don’t forget what I did and start recommending Jiyuna to my friends in a couple years, or—heavens!—accidentally go see them myself. Ah fuck, a couple more years at this pace and I won’t even like music anymore. –Cuss Baxter (ifb)


JFK JR. ROYAL AIRFORCE:
Androids: CD
Sludgy, sometimes almost jazzy art damage, sorta like Flipper without all the lyrics or Savage Republic at their noisiest and least Middle Eastern. If you’re in just the right mood, this more than delivers the goods. Factoid that’ll probably never come up in a Trivial Pursuit game: this band features Billy Syndrome, who was in the Pricks with a pre-Def Jam Rick Rubin. –jimmy (Slutfish, no address)


JAPANTHER:
Wolfenswan: CD
Though Japanther’s anarchic crush of samples, lo-fi synth buzz, beats, cheap beats, and poppy melodies doesn’t really physically resemble Pavement, it does remind me of that band’s similar methodology fifteen years back or whatever it was. Throwing shit together because it was fun and because it was what just came out always made a tremendous amount of sense to me, and even in the apparent disorder a certain homogeneity gels when the work is taken as a whole. And so, even if this is something I never would have sought out, its lack of pretension generates a puddle of comfort into which I’m happy to settle. –Cuss Baxter (Plan-It-X)


INTERNATIONAL BUSINESSMEN:
The Formula: CD
The problem with this is that it is trying to go too many directions at once. It starts out with post-grunge, pre-emo angst. Not my cup o’ tea, but well played. Fine. The next thing I know, they’re on a beeline to Weezerville. Blah. Here comes another angst attack, but this time it is screeching! Whew, that was close. Good thing they’re aping Alkaline Trio on the next song. I think it’s great to have different influences, but to skip through them at such a rapid rate on one record is foolish and makes for a bad listening experience. –ty (Rumble Gulley)


INTERFUSE:
Closed Doors Open Tracks: CD
Based on the first track, I was going to write this one off as another emo release that sounds like At the Drive-In. That was until I heard track two, entitled “Jeff Truth” with its pounding bass riffs accented by the right mix of feedback and distortion and drums that feel almost tribal mixed with the right tones to give it a driving effect. That song has a unique quality to it that it was kind of hard to pin down. At the moment, it sounds like a mixture of Crass meets the Super Heroines or Elastica. But other tracks veer more towards rock, and punk—and one track I swear sounded like it could have been an X track with its hints of cow punk. The opening track almost made this a throwaway, but with further inspection, this became a keeper. –don (Tragic End)


INTERFAC3:
Dreaming of Summer Days between Topanga and Will Rogers: CD
Mostly instrumental synth noodling, this sounds more like the portfolio of a guy vying for a gig writing incidental movie music than a guy vying for a gig at a club. Not bad on that level, but outside of that, I can’t really think of anything else to say about it, except that it does wonders as background music while I work on term papers for school. –jimmy (Raging Sea Design)


INDIAN JEWELRY:
In Love with Loving: 7"
Using the second Echoboy album on Mute as my main frame of reference (and who wouldn't?), the title track sounds like one of the few real bombs off that album, and "Climbing up the Walls," while better, would probably only qualify as filler material on that record—but "Lost My Sight," which occupies the entire b-side of this slowly turning platter, sounds like one of the better songs thereon—trancey, echoey, fuzzy, repetitive, f'd up, and cool. I imagine i'd be courting a lynching to suggest purchasing a record of this nature; having not been lynched in a while, i suppose i'll consider it. BEST SONG: "Lost My Sight" BEST SONG TITLE "Climbing up the Walls" FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: "These tracks were recorded as quickly as possible." –norb (On/On Switch)


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