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CHINATOWN:
Self Title (sic): CD
…i thought this band was GAY with a capital AY after i read their poorly typeset, inkjet-printed hype sheet which contained phrases such as “Atlantic Records was interested in Chinatown” and “After playing a stellar show to a packed house of screaming girls (who climbed the stage and attacked the band”, then had the album name come up as, literally, “Self Title” in iTunes—as in “WE THINK WE’RE SO FUCKING HOT SHIT AND BIG TIME YET ARE SUCH A BUNCH OF DIMBULBS THAT WE DON’T EVEN REALIZE THAT THE PHRASE WE’RE GROPING FOR IS ‘SELF-TITLED’, NOT THAT WE SHOULD ACTUALLY BE TITLING AN UNTITLED ALBUM TO BEGIN WITH”—but, upon closer inspection, it really kinda looks like their guitar player is wearing an “I’m Into Boris The Sprinkler And I Throw Like A Fag” T-shirt in one of the photos (although i cannot conclusively establish this), and, all in all, the album is a homogenously solid enough black leather pants wearin’, Faster Pussycat wannabe-in’ (therefore two levels of wannabe-ism removed from Aerosmith, the root of all that is right and good in these cases) affair to be pleasant enough to merit a spin or two (not that i’m going on record as endorsing that kind of thing, mind you), therefore i relented and officially proclaim this band “not as gay as i originally thought” and the album “actually kinda cool.” Okay, girls, back to your scheduled rampaging. BEST SONG: “Streetlight Parasite” BEST SONG TITLE: “Streetlight Parasite.” Yes, it’s that kind of band. FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: I’ve given the matter some thought, and have come to the conclusion that whether or not the band took their name from the Devil Dogs song cannot be proven either way. –norb (Sonic Swirl)


CASKET LIFE:
The Good Times Are Killing Me: CD
Mediocre rocking hardcore with a whole lot of unfulfilled potential. I mean I like the style of music and all the elements seem to be there, but it’s just not working. I just keep seeing myself at a show and wishing they would just get off the stage. No one but their girlfriends is interested, and I have to get up early tomorrow. –Steveo (Stomping Ground)


CAPITAL:
Signal Corps: CD
I’ll be honest, when I saw “New York hardcore” on here, I got a little nervous, seeing as my favorite New York hardcore bands are the kind that throw White Castle all over the place, and are few and far between. Upon listening though, this sounds like a band that I’d see at firehouse shows in the suburbs in the late ‘90s. This would be a great record if the songs weren’t so long to the point where they start to drag on, but at the worst, it’s still not bad. –joe (Iron Pier)


CAPITAL:
Signal Corps: CD
Don’t know what it is about New York (or particular areas of it—Long Island anyone?) but goddamn, there’s some good music coming out of that area right now. Capital’s certainly not spearheading a new movement or anything, the ground they’re tilling is pretty familiar, but rest assured they sound confident as shit and are friggin spot-on in their attack. Signal Corps sounds like a titanium-solid merging of Paint It Black-styled hardcore and Strike Anywhere’s brand of melodic punk—it toes the line somewhere between the two, and while I don’t think it’s necessarily quite up to par with either of those bands, it’s still damn good, especially considering we’re talking about a band’s first release. If they manage to stick around for any period of time, I can totally see these guys becoming a mainstay, one of those bands that newer, younger bands eventually begin to draw influences from. Like I said, they’re not there yet, but as it stands now, Signal Corps is still a damn fine record, and I can’t wait to hear what they hit us with next. –keith (Iron Pier)


CANDYGRAM FOR MONGO:
The Red Pill: CD
Terrible lite punk that sounds like a neutered Anti-Nowhere League (Anti-Balls League: “So what, so what, you boring little nincompoop”). I had this whole analogy worked out about how when a dog eats cat shit, its own shit is two kinds of shit, but geez—this record is like four kinds of shit. Shitty artwork, funk-rock instrumental, and shitty punk rock. And get this monkey shit: on the back it says “We’d like to thank the ladies—all the ladies, really—but three in particular [three names, presumably the three band members’ partners]”, while the lyrics to “Porkchop” go, “Baby, I like chicken-fried steak, yeah, but nothing’s like your pork chop. Once I get started eating, I never want to stop. So show me a little stocking, now don’t make me beg. Lift up your skirt now darling and show me some leg.” That, my friends, is an asshole. (See also “She’s Not on the Menu” by SNFU, 1984). –Cuss Baxter (C4Media)


CACTI WIDDERS:
One Way Ticket: CD
Central California rock-n-punk-n-billy band featuring champion street skater Tom Knox on drums. Eleven mixed genre songs should appeal strongly to the young new-to-the-bar-scene fans of Rev. Horton Heat, Social Distortion, Brian Setzer and the like. In Juice magazine, Knox says the band name comes from the sight of a southwestern cactus split open by a black widow infestation. –thiringer (Fallen Angel)


BULLYS, THE:
BQU Overdrive: CD
If you’re thinking the only stuff that comes outta New York is lame quasi-glam crap and troglodyte “hardcore” metal, these guys should learn you something. They deal in solid, no-bullshit punk rock that shares many of the same sonic qualities and attitudes of west coast thug-pop bands like Smut Peddlers and a good percentage of what’s come out on Hostage Records in recent years. This, of course, means their stuff is lean, mean, danged catchy and will most likely slap you around if you don’t give it proper attention, bucko. –jimmy (www.thebullys.com)


BRUTAL KNIGHTS:
The Pleasure Is All Thine: CD
Ex-members of Teen Crud Combo here with a sound that brings to mind Wimpy from the Queers fronting Zeke. Fast and snotty with the requisite “shocking” sex references. I love the Queers, Early GG, and the Angry Samoans, but I am mostly burnt out on the boring “shock value” themes of bands still playing this stuff. Of course none of that would matter if the songs are good enough, as M.O.T.O. and Head continue to prove. Hell, I even dug the latest Jabbers disc but this just kind of sits there. If you still feel that songs about stuff that has been done to death are funny or you wanna offend easy targets like your Pat Robertson loving uncle, this is for you. Tesco Vee fans will love this and I guess you can decide from that whether this is for you or not. –frame (Deranged)


BRISTLE:
1984450: CD
Bristle is one of those bands whose name you always see on the buttflaps of crusty kids, and deservedly so. They play straight-ahead, no bullshit punk rock. Think of Rancid back when they were a three-piece and didn’t play ska songs, mixed with a little bit of Grimple or Filth. Cool cover art and a Big Boys cover song dedicated to Biscuit. This shit is the real deal. –ben (Rodent Popsicle)


BRISTLE:
1984450: CD
An old school punk band (I’ve never heard of)’s brand spanking new release. The crusty politics fits well with the rest of their Rodent Popsicle label-mates, for sure. Hey look, they cover “We’re not in it to Lose” by the Big Boys. The respect-o-meter just jumped 200 points. –mrz (Rodent Popsicle)


BRIGGS, THE:
Back to Higher Ground: CD
As of October 4, 2006, The Briggs have 22,862 MySpace friends. For comparison, Razorcake has 1,906. The Briggs also have fancy web banners, highly stylized photography, snazzy, hipster suits and Hollywood hair. They have well-produced, sing-a-long choruses and they sound sensitive, sincere and harmoniously in tune with their simple three chord “punk.” Ack!!! If you were born in 1990 and shop off the rack at Hot Topic, you love this. –thiringer (SideOneDummy)


BOTTLED VIOLENCE:
Self-titled: 7” EP
Goddamn, these guys are pissed at everybody, man. East Coast-styled hardcore, sounding quite a bit like Paint It Black if they weren’t already at punk superstar status before they’d even formed and had to work their mojo from the ground up. Not bad at all. –keith (Suburban Waste)


BORN/DEAD:
Endless War... Repetition: CD
Still don’t own a record player? If DIY punk is your thing, you’d better get one. There are a lot of releases out there that do not see the digital realm, but sometimes you luck out: case in point here. A compilation of tracks from this Bay Area band that includes tracks from their split LP with Consume, 2005 tour 12” and their most recent 7” Repetition/Fear. To top that off, for those with computers, two videos are included. But, the music is the key here. Hard-driving punk that is dark and forceful with a tone of the dismal state of the world. Their dual vocal attack of lyrics is intelligent and political. Punk is guitar-driven, and they power out the chords with fierce determination. The bassist brings the lower octaves to add punch. As a trio, the drummer ties it all together to make a cohesive expression of noise. Many might have noticed them on the past Subhumans tour. I personally have seen them twice, and the second time they knocked me on my ass. So the next time they come through your town, take notice. Also, getting a copy before you see them would help you sing along while they are playing live. –don (Prank)


BLOODBATH AND BEYOND:
Jihadcore: 7”EP
It’s a supergroup of somewhat known, yet highly loved and respected guys. If drunk is the new genius, then these four dudes have made the Manhattan Project of partying, (substituting cubes of Pabst for Little Boy), puking, and pooping Adderall yellow. What that means is if you like any one of the following bands—of which Paddy, Davey, Ben, and Mike hail from—you’ll just have to go out and buy a record you don’t own and already like: Dillinger Four, Tiltwheel, J.Church, Cleveland Bound Death Sentence, The Minds, Snakepit comics (not a band, but you get the idea), The Observers, and Dan Padilla. It’s duct tape, serious-thought-but-they-won’t-readily-admit-it, create-your-own-world-and-live-in-it-while-having-a-good-time punk. –todd (Little Deputy)


BLOOD STANDS STILL:
Tomorrow the World: CD
Modern day hardcore that is heavy with testosterone-filled metal. Tons of chugga chugga guitar riffs to make the kids do that weird kung fu break dance thing in the pit. Yelled vocals sound like the vocal chords are in the brink of shredding. Their bass and drums are so bottom-heavy they can make an average person mysteriously head bang. Hey! They are from So. Cal? Not really the type of band I would go see live. I would most likely never run across them. Like the music, hate the fans. –don (Spook City)


BLACK TIE DYNASTY:
Movements: CD
As a preteen, I spent many angsty hours with the Pretty in Pink soundtrack on my tape player and my Dad’s gigantic headphones clamped over my ears, hoping to block out the rest of the cruel, cruel world. From the sounds of this CD, these dudes have also spent some quality time in the world of new wave ‘80s pop. So much time, in fact, that they are able to emulate that sound perfectly. Per-fect-ly. There is nothing terribly innovative here, but the songs are strong, well arranged, and angsty enough to give me several quality Molly Ringwald moments. –jennifer (Idol)


BLACK ANGELS, THE:
Passover: CD
First release from this Austin band. Psychedelic, trippy music that will cause your mind to wander into dark realms of the unknown. “Black Grease” and “Call to Arms” were particularly scary to me. Think if the 13th Floor Elevators and The Velvet Underground’s vans crashed in the desert, and Doug Yule got in the wrong van, and Roky Erickson got in the other. They both drove away but played their respective gigs that night. You would then have some vague inkling of what The Black Angels are about. I guess I’m going to have to go see them live so I can see what a ‘drone machine” looks like. –koepenick (Light In The Attic)


BIG IN JAPAN:
Self-titled: CDEP
Imagine Jawbreaker, only more pop and less whine. And no, I’m not talking about soda versus fermented grapes. –mrz (Insubordination)


BEAVERS, THE:
Are Back!: 7” EP
God damn, sometimes you hear a record and it reminds you why you gave such a prick-ass review to the new Radio Birdman album…i think it’s been a good ten years since the last 7” i have (thus the “Are Back!” appellation no doubt), but no matter whether these Beavers have been busy or merely in stasis, they bash forth two CLASSICS (and one sturdy instro-mental filler piece) regardless! Kinda like the fuzzed out retro-Farfery of Les Sexareenos, but welded to a legit ‘70s punk rock bashing technique a la, perhaps, the Subs (although they don’t really sound like the Subs at all, though i guess the 45 sleeve is pretty close to being the same color as the “Gimme Your Heart” PS). If i am not being cleverly deceived, the guitarist is utilizing one of my personal favorite modes of attack: Playing bashed-out punk on an electric twelve-string (Six strings? HA! That’s like having an amp that only goes up to five!) I hear what sounds like female vocals in “I’m On No One’s Side,” but there doesn’t appear to be a girl in the bunch, unless “Paul” is a girl’s name in Holland. Needless to say, this is taking the concept of “Beaver Hunt” in a direction i don’t care to follow. I suggest you buy this, or fuck off. AND fuck off, actually. BEST SONG: “I’m On No One’s Side” BEST SONG TITLE: “Daf 66” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: Logo by Sjors! –norb (High School Refuse)


BEACH PATROL:
The Grass Is Always Greener Til You Get There: CD
Well, there’s certainly nothin’ wrong with getting a big box of records shipped to ya from the West Coast, and havin’ the best of the bunch (by far) being the one knocked out by the local dudes (except for the part where you open up the local dudes’ CD case so you can give the album a quick refresher spin before you write the review, only to find that your Eugene Edwards CD in the Beach Patrol jewel box, which means that the Beach Patrol CD is probably in somebody else’s jewel box, and, in fact, there’s probably a chain of ten or twenty mis-boxed CDs somewhere, therefore the Beach Patrol CD itself is quite unrecoverable at this late hour [so i hope i took good notes])! I mean, Green Bay has always been a city that digs good power-pop/pop-rock type stuff, it’s just that the bands from around here have never really figured out how to actually play the shit (unless i am merely projecting my own fondness of/incompetence in the genre on the city as a whole) (and, believe you me, “whole” is the correct term). Enter Beach Patrol! Recording at some studio i never even heard of, and using such fonts as Marker Felt and Marker Felt Thin, these guys have successfully positioned themselves as a sort of backwoods Figgs (although, for better or for worse, i don’t see Beach Patrol ever turning a particularly clever phrase or coming up with a particularly sharp put-down), successfully channeling a fully functional, if often utilitarian, highly amplified fourth Monkees album thing, if you know what i mean, and i’m fairly certain you don’t (I mean, listen to the first song, “Starcrossed Girl.” Come on, that’s the fourth Monkees album right there! It even kinda looks like the song “Star Collector,” doesn’t it? Doesn’t it? Admit i’m right and i’ll stop right now!). Heck, “Come Runnin’” sounds like something Titletown’s own Fun w/Atoms would’ve played at one AM on a Saturday night in like 1984, these guys probably weren’t even born then, and album closer, “Top Down,” is so good that you’ll forgive the fact that it’s not the Teenage Head song of the same name. What’s it all mean? I dunno. There must be something in the water. OOPS, WRONG BAND! BEST SONG: “Top Down” BEST SONG TITLE: “Trampoline,” because it sort of sounds like “Carousel” by the Hollies, but going the other way FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: The band’s most popular song, “Amelia,” is also their dumbest, ranking right down there with those morbid early ‘70s AM radio hits like “Jackie Baby” by Helen Reddy and that song about how the kids got trapped in the cave and ate Gregory. Also, if Amelia’s car broke down “she said,” and Amelia was killed shortly thereafter, whom did she inform that her car broke down??? –norb (Duck On Monkey)


BARONS:
Self-titled demo: CD
I acknowledge that this is most likely very ignorant but my first reaction was “Holy shit there’s a band from Delaware!” Sorry, but to the best of my knowledge I’ve never heard of such a thing. But what the fuck do I know? Up until this year, I was convinced New England was a state. Now that’s ig’nant! Barons are rocking a very strange line between bar punk, big rock (Hellacopters, etc.), and garage rock. I don’t know why, but they’re not getting an instant thumbs-down from me. There’s something here that’s a lot more than I expected from a band whose songs are about drinking and haunted trailers. You wouldn’t be totally bummed if you walked in to a bar and these guys were playing. Something tells me some dude with a big goatee would grab you and throw you in to the pit and before you realize what’s going on your fist would be in the air. Careful though, the floor’s wet. –Steveo (Neck)


BANG! BANG!:
Decked Out: CD
Indie dance pop from this Chicago three-piece, with dueling male-female vocals. Veers off into the realm of pretentiousness at times and “borrows” a big chunk of their sound from the late ‘80s to early ‘90s Dischord Records roster. But with a disco beat. The song “(I Heard You Singing) On the Radio” cleverly starts off with, surprise, the sound of someone spinning through channels on the radio dial. Dear lord. They redeem themselves a bit with a Gun Club cover. –benke (Morphius)


BAD REACTION:
Symptoms of Youth: CD
Wow, this was a surprise. Mid-tempo punk/hardcore stuff that is a smidge more complex and involved than the average group of punters, with a smooth Zero Boys gloss added for good measure. Good stuff. –jimmy (Destroy All)


BAD REACTION:
Symptoms of Youth: CD
Los Angeles punk with enough pops and stops to avoid the straight-up blasé hardcore tag: at least to this listener. Nice instrumental interplay here and there, healthy use of backgrounds vocals, all that stuff. The majority of the songs are pointed rants against jaded scenesters, rumor-mongers, Hollywood livin’, and folks who don’t think for themselves. They only stray into meathead territory once or twice (there is the requisite song about someone who has “crossed” the singer one too many times), and they shift gears here and there, like the reggae-infused intro to “Murder in Jamaica” and the last tune pronouncing the band’s love for, uh, Gatorade. They steer themselves into a few moments that generally detract from the overall power of the album (Like I said: Gatorade, guys? Come on.) but as a whole, it’s definitely a decent attack, and the nice cover art by Alex McVey and the black/white/yellow color scheme makes this fucker look like a long lost ‘80s gem. This type of shit’s generally too bland for me, too paint-by-numbers, but Bad Reaction’s smart enough musically to know when to go straight for the throat and when to stand back and let the momentum build. Nice work, for the most part. –keith (Destroy All )


BAD REACTION:
Symptoms of Youth: CD
I’m going to say a band name in a minute and I don’t want you to freak out. A long time ago, they put out a great hardcore record and, despite your feelings about them now, you have to admit it was pretty fucking awesome. Shit, you could actually say it about both of the bands I’m about to bring up. Anyway Bad Reaction is the kind of modern hardcore I like to see. They steer clear of the metal, keep it fairly posi, but lay down the hate in an FDA approved amount. I’m hearing the Zero Boys and “Answer That…” -era AFI with an appropriate level of production, and I dig it. Personal/political lyrics that are, thankfully, “you stabbed me in the back” deficient. Seriously, hardcore kids have the best and toughest luck with friends. On one hand, they’re stoked to sing about their awesome friends who treat them like family, and on the other they seem to have a never ending list of friends who stabbed them and/or the scene in the back. Hard times in hardcore town I tell you. –Steveo (Destroy All )


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