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CITY MOUSE:
Self-titled: CD

Miski Dee’s vocals sound like Joan Jett after a bottle of cough syrup and a night of self-loathing, and the band sounds like they love the Queers and Screeching Weasel. So why only six tracks? City Mouse is like this bartender who makes really stiff drinks, gets you kind of buzzed, but then cuts you off like two hours before last call and is like, “Hey, that’s it, no more for you.”

–Guest Contributor (Eugene)


CIRIL:
Pink Cave/Metal Postcard: 7"
I still believe most people will not understand how great Ciril is until another generation discovers and champions them long after they have disbanded. Not really fitting tightly into a prefixed definition of punk rock. They float aimlessly around the fringes. With the mainframe of punk as a backbone, they infuse a broody darkness with a sick sense of humor by adding death rock overtones in the music. They are not afraid to add sounds that are not traditional or comfortable to make the music more interesting from the norm. Darren, the vocalist, adds to the madness by singing in keys not common in punk rock since its early days before hardcore. This new release shows they are still growing as a unit by making new music that is more different than the last. Need a change? –don (Vinyl Dog)


CHROME PISTOLA:
Information War: CD
First time I listened to this, I got all tizzied up because the press sheet says all this bullshit about mixing “the beats and bass of dancehall and hip hop with the loud guitars, energy and sense of outrage and boredom with popular music that early punk rock had” but it sounds like the closest this guy ever got to punk rock was one of The Clash’s reggae outings. I can’t comment on the outrage part, but at any rate the guy makes himself out to be a guy who’s reinventing hip hop and I can’t hear anything that hasn’t been done before, and better (and by better I mean worse). However, on my second (and final) listen, not having looked at the hype sheet for a month, I find it to be passable, mellow hip hop. Certainly nothing groundbreaking, but the guy’s voice is smooth enough and the guitars are innocuous in their facelessness. –Cuss Baxter (Mindless)


CHEATING HEARTS, THE:
Self-titled: CD
I mean, yeah, I’m supposed to like this, right? Sure, considering I’m a fan of Bo Diddley, Greg Cartwright, the Velvets, unprotected sex, Louis-Ferdinand Celine, the Gun Club, etc.—it would make sense that I’d accept this. Um, I don’t. I’m just kind of tired of everyone aping The Oblivians. Man, The Oblivians are just okay. The Compulsive Gamblers, The Gories, and The Reigning Sound are where it’s at. Those motherfuckers have soul and don’t hide behind vocal effects and half-step Eddie Cochran power chord slides. Fuck, man, it’s just redundant and there’s nothing I hate more than superfluously redundant redundancies. –ryan (Self-released)


CF98:
Enjoy: CD
I had the joy of meeting this band in Krakow, Poland, just three days before I moved back to Wisconsin. I sat in on one of their practices and then we all went beer drinking in a park downtown. Great bunch of guys, and girl. I was impressed, and a little surprised, to find such a polished sounding punk band in Poland, where hardcore and “newmetal” are most prevalent. Until meeting CF98, I never knew there was such as thing as “Kalifornia punk.” I guess that means bands like Pennywise, NOFX, and the like. Not totally my cup of tea, but I found myself listening to this CD endlessly. I heard some of their music before meeting them and was impressed with Karolina’s perfect English vocals. Once I met her, I noticed her thick Polish accent that somehow does not come through in this recording. Bizarre. Great songs about Polish cockrings (called a ‘buffalo's eye”, I learned), girlfriends getting older, and short-lived friends. I’m just thankful their drummer’s father works in Krakow's city hall, which somehow kept the city cops from taking me in for drinking beer in the park. Dla Karolina, Blinek, Stabi, & Alek, dziekuje bardzo. Harnas butelki sa najpiszny! –paul (Pasazer: www.cf98.pl)


CAREER SUICIDE:
Anthology Vol. Two and Self-titled: CD and LP
What can you say? If Career Suicide came out in 1980, they’d be playing sold-out shows to kids across the world, I’d currently be mildly annoyed that kids who’d never gotten a chance to see them were wearing their shirts (but hadn’t bought their records), and they would have forever etched themselves into the memory-challenged history of hardcore. But it’s not so. Toronto’s Career Suicide have got that early, snot-virulent ‘80s spirit and approach but realize it’s the 2000s, so what we’re experiencing isn’t a photocopy of some shitty Polaroid of what some geeze half-remembers as a golden time, but an ebola-ing of a pure strain of hardcore that, until five or six years back, was getting seriously inoculated (word- and idea-wise) by shitty metal and powerviolence. Thank Career Suicide for putting ants back in the bloodstream of anxious music. Thank Career Suicide for getting it right. The CD’s a collection of hard-to-track, scattered vinyl and the LP’s a repress from 2002, available once again. Well worth your time. –todd (Deranged)


BRIMSTONE HOWL:
Beat of the Heat b/w Six and Seven: 7”
A bit of a disconnect for me: I was expecting amped-up rockabilly. (Coming from the word “Howl” in the band’s name and the word “Speed,” in record company’s name.) The a-side’s more like a Doors-inspired walk-along that sets an atmosphere for a guitar solo. The b-side’s a slow gospel burner that praises Jesus (“the in-crowd, well I guess it’s okay, but it can’t save my soul on Judgment Day”), and is awash in a curtain of organ and meandering guitar work that slides into another solo. I can’t say this comes recommended, but whoever did the great sparkly silver ink work on the cover deserves a big cookie. It’s pretty. –todd (Speed! Nebraska)


BORN/DEAD / PELIGRO SOCIAL:
: Split 7” EP
The packaging is gorgeous: gatefold 7”, mini info zine about assault, streaked vinyl. Born/Dead: It’s unfair to compare, but the dramatic pacing, the shout/strangle vocals, the expanses of doom gallop, are all Tragedy’s trademarks. The good news is Born/Dead does it well. The so-so news is that, in my opinion, Tragedy does it a bit better. I guess it depends on how unquenchable your thirst for this type of music is. Peligro Social: Excellent borstal/barrio melody-infected hardcore punk. Sung entirely in Spanish and sounding like a mix of ‘70s English pub rockers with the searing guitar work of early Bad Religion, I could swear this was coming out of East Los Angeles (I think a member of Moral Decay’s in this) and be the natural progression of a band that imploded far too early on, like the Black Jax. –todd (Tankcrimes)


BOOGDISH:
: 7”
So I reviewed this dude’s zine in Razorcake a while back, and it was a tour zine regarding his one-man band, Boogdish. I erroneously called said outfit “Moogdish” in the zine review. He later sent this record to ze ‘Cake, along with a letter requesting the staff to please get the name right this time. Okay, dude, here we go: the band’s name is Boogdish. The record is untitled. Said record is a three song, one-sided EP on clear vinyl with a pretty rad red silkscreen on the other side. Definitely looks neat, and the guy seemed pretty okay in his zine, so I wasn’t as initially trepidatious about a record like this (one guy, a bass and a programmed synth) as I normally would be. Unfortunately, this thing essentially came across as outtakes from the Faint’s Danse Macabre stitched together with songs from a Saturday morning cartoon, the whole thing ultimately ruined by the guy’s eye-wateringly bad falsettos in the first song and his homage to ‘50s slow-dance jams in the third. At least I got the name right this time. –keith (Hairy Chested)


BLÖÖDHAG:
Hell Bent for Letters: CD
Who said metalheads are stupid? These warriors against book burning are the opposite of what you think a metal band should sing about. Songs about authors: sixteen of them. That is no small feat. I know I’m honest enough to say I’m stupid and can’t name sixteen authors of classic literature. These dudes do and write songs about them. How original is that?! But not only are they literary, they have the metal chops and can bust out the riffs with the best of them. Live, they are freakin’ awesome! But watch out, they don’t throw out raw meat at the audience. If you are not lookin’, you might get smacked in the head with a paperback. Even worse! A hardcover will put you in a hospital with a concussion. The public education system sucks, so go out and purchase a copy of this so that you can learn while you headbang. –don (Alternative Tentacles)


BLATANT:
Boy in the Mirror: CD
Ack! I’m two seconds in and already the lame distorted vocals start! This is as bad as the band name would suggest! Boring rock! Argh! Fie! Feck! Fiddlesticks! And they cover “Don’t You (Forget about Me).” If this were a cereal, it’d be Berry Berry Kix. Barf! –Maddy (Independent Artists Alliance)


BLACK SABBATH:
The Black Box: The Complete Original Black Sabbath 1970-1978: 8 x CDs + DVD
For those of you that feel the need to spit venom about how Sabbath was some kind of burnout band, be my guest, dumbasses. “Burnout” – that’s funny, as Sabbath stood far across the room from the useless hippie ideals. Love ‘em or leave ‘em, they’re arguably one of the bands you can count on one hand that wrote the definition for the word heavy in the world of rock’n’roll. Heavy can be a fantastic wall of sound, feeling as if it’s going to snap your sternum in two. It can sustain a groove far more powerful than any swell in the ocean during a storm. It can grab and shake you by your neck, all the same time scaring your senses into confusion. Fans of Sabbath will attest to experiencing these scenarios the first coupla times they were caught off-guard by this band of extreme proportions. This remastered box includes the first eight LPs that Sabbath released (all with Ozzy on vocals) and a bonus DVD of the boys performing four live cuts at The Beat Club (that were later turned into production vids, complete with projection graphics). The LP covers (Black Sabbath, Paranoid, Master Of Reality, Vol. 4, Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, Sabotage, Technical Ecstasy, and Never Say Die!) were exactly replicated into CD size for the box as individual, fold-out cardstock disc trays. Too cool. Also inside is a 75-page hardcover book with scads of written history and pics to tickle the most extreme fan’s fancy. I can almost guarantee that most of you reading this have some dad, mom, aunt, or uncle that has one of these LPs amongst their old record collection, if not in your own (whether or not you want to admit it, bitches). Get your hands on those rekkids, give ‘em a test drive on the turntable, and if your ears perk up like a cat, go apeshit and treat yourself to a copy of this box. So call it what you will—burnout music, dinosaur rock, heavy metal—a great song’s a great song, period, and Sabbath brought it to the table tenfold. In the recent years, Ozzy and the rest of Black Sabbath has been headlining a touring festival called OzFest (that Ozzy’s wife Sharon runs). Ironically, 98 percent of the bands on that tour have had no fucking business to be sharing a stage with Sabbath, with exception to Motorhead & Slayer. All the rest of those “nu-metal” kooks aren’t fit to wipe a dead man’s ass with. Two ginourmous thumbs up to Rhino for the excellent job and getting this on the shelves for future generation Sabbath fans. It’s boxes like this that can inspire kids in garage bands to do covers of Children of the Grave or Tomorrow’s Dream. I mean, how many AFI spin-off acts can one country stomach? –dale (Rhino: www.rhino.com)


BELOW THE SOUND:
Three: CD
Is it their third record? I don’t know, but there are three people in it. I think the most important one is the bass player, though the other two contribute drumming and guitaring and have the same last name, Jack. It’s Roy. The bass player does that in a dominant and gamboling manner and then also does singing in John Brannon and Steve Albini manners, and what comes out has a number of similarities to Mule and The Jesus Lizard whom I compare almost everyone to but I think it might be true this time. And considering all those Midwest comparisons, you might be surprised to find out they’re from Albuquerque, which is not in New Canada but rather in New Mexico. They are, however, on a Midwestern label. Or were, I guess: they’re breaking up because you were so mean to them last time they played there. –Cuss Baxter (Crustacean)


BELLMER DOLLS:
Big Cats Will Throw Themselves Over: CD

Art-punk with a serious nod to the Birthday Party and bands of their ilk. Not bad at all.

–jimmy (Hungry Eye)


BE MY DOPPELGANGER:
Rock N Roll Genius: CD
Decent enough pop punk that I wouldn’t walk out of, but I wouldn’t go just to see them either. –megan (self-released)


BAYONETTES, THE:
Stuck in This Rut b/w Sour: 7”
Sharp shooting punk pop with crystalline female vocals cutting the way. If you like X-Ray Spex (sans horns and a little less of Polly’s trill and howl/yodel) and have it updated, via the likes of The Soviettes (the male backup vocals add a nice dimension), you’re in the right place. This Canadian foursome jounces on the lean musical bedrock of something akin to early Police, where the playing’s inventive, but not flashy; rockin’ without the crotch-grabbin’. If my math’s right, Mark Pesci, who plays in the Bayonettes, was the dude who did a stage dive right onto the floor during a Marked Men show in Austin, was ambulanced out, but managed to play a set the next day. That’s a testament to the power of good music healing, once again, and so is this short slab of vinyl. –todd (Deranged)


BAIL OUT!:
Another One Bites the Dust: CD
Should I pretend to know a lot about hardcore to write this review? No! I shall not! Bail Out is from D.C., and their website says they’re breaking up so one of the members can enroll in the Peace Corps. But Maddy, you protest, I could Google that shit if I cared. You’re the reviewer! Review goddamnit! So, Bail Out play, um, fast! Their best line? “Water Balloon Attack! You’re fucking dead!” Punk rock! If this were a cereal, it’d be something I almost never eat, like S'mores cereal. I couldn’t even tell you what it tastes like, that’s how dumb I am! –Maddy (Rosewater)


BAD RACKETS, THE:
Full On Blown Apart: CD
Here we have thirteen tunes of basic, stripped-down rock’n’roll, kind of stale and derivative at times, but certainly not unsatisfying. Sometimes it sounds as if the Bad Rackets are going through the rock’n’roll motions, so the record can become a bit dull at times. I mean, I have a boatload of records by bands that have this same sound, sing about the same concerns of drinking, girls, and rock’n’roll itself, and employ the same four chords that these guys do. The point is, there’s really nothing about this record that sets it apart from any of those others. I like the record, if only because I go for this type of record, but I can name several without thinking too hard that I would listen to first. If they were either more inept or more polished they might become really interesting, but right now the Bad Rackets are in the middling ground of a bit better than mediocre. –The Lord Kveldulfr (Mortville)


BAD DUDES:
Self-titled: 7”
Yeah! Yeah! The Bad Dudes are pretty much the Miracle Chosuke, sans a couple members (think of it maybe as Rocket From The Tombs morphing into Pere Ubu). This record continues Chosuke’s frantic, keyboard-loaded sounded. It’s top-notch, kids. An added treat for all you fat fucks out there is their version of the Kinks’ “King Kong,” arranged in a way Ray Davies never dreamed (the Davies brother who was shot, not the one who suffered a stroke). –ryan (Project Infinity)


AWESOME SNAKES, THE:
Cheap-Ass Cassette Demo: CD-R
Danny and Annie from The Soviettes sing about snakes, the awesomeness of snakes, and other things which are awesome. If it wasn’t for the lyrics about snakes, the songs sound a lot like the songs that Danny sings in the Soviettes. The fact that every song is about how snakes are awesome is pretty…um… awesome. As I’m sitting here in a coffee shop writing this up with headphones on, I am laughing out loud and making everyone around me uncomfortable. This is some really funny stuff! I am unsure if the actual release is called “Cheap-Ass Cassette Demo”, as is written on the CD-R, or if it is called “Venom”, as is listed on the Crustacean site. This must be a super secret promo CD-R, because it didn’t even come with a track listing. Luckily, through my internet savvy I have gleaned some titles for you: “If You Don’t Like Snakes, I Don’t Like You” and “It Would Be Awesome if I Were A Snake” are the two findings I was most impressed by, and that most accurately sums up what you will be hearing when you purchase this, which I assume you will be doing. It’s awesome. –Guest Contributor (Crustacean)


ATARASSIA GROP:
Nonsipuofermareilvento: CD
This bad boy took some work; I almost pulled a hammy trying to pronounce the album title. A lot of the tunes seem to be about politics, only a couple songs are about drinking. There is a song about rugby too. Think Dropkick Murphys and The Boils if the singer was from Rome. I liked “Every Step,” “Scarves Outstretched,” and “Letter to Genoa” the best. But I’m a little confused about the sub-liner notes on “I Hate You.” Maybe this is just a piss poor translation? But “what else could we say to those madmen who regret Fascism?” Are these guys Fascists? That’s totally crazy! –sean (Mad Butcher)


ARSENIC ON THE ROCKS:
Self-titled: CD
Dark and gothicky. Imagine, if you will, the screwed-up offspring of Glen Danzig putting together a band, but they’re a bit more sensitive to human relationships than their Father of Doom. These could be some really interesting songs (I particularly like “The Part that Hurts”—less gloom and a bit more rock on that one), but as it stands the band just isn’t all that tight. I suspect that they might be a much better live band than this record indicates, but the recording is held back by juvenilely simplistic drumming of spotty quality. With time and practice AOTR could be an innovative and enthralling band—they’ve already achieved a level of subtly layered complexity—but the sloppiness of certain points is too much to ignore. –The Lord Kveldulfr (no label: www.myspace.com/arsenicontherocks)


APE SHITS, THE / THE GASH:
: Split 7”
The Apeshits: Sonofabitch. Just when I think I’ve had my fill of straight-ahead, dirty rock’n’roll, I’m reminded that I’m just tired of bands doing it wrong. Texas is the answer, once again. The Ape Shits berserk-out like simians getting their fur singed by lightning and are fueled by Sandman-like wrestling chops, Beerland swagger, and AC/DC Motardation. I like. The Gash: Makes me sad when you pick up a piece of vinyl and it’s a good band’s epitaph. The Gash—which included Joe of the Marked Men—took an approach akin to the Young Lion’s Conspiracy: existential anguish, revolutionary rhetoric, steak knives, and the bloody dissection of morphophonemics to rediscover rock’n’roll in its primal sense. In other words, they cut the crap, plucked out the heart, kept it simple, and rocked it like the best of lo-fi Denton on shitty equipment. High Tension Wires and Chop Sakis fans take note. –todd (Big Action)


ANXIETIES, THE:
The De-evolution Will Be Televised: 7”EP
Again, I can’t state enough how firmly I back anything on Plastic Idol. Buy it all! Buy it all now!! Here we’ve got three tracks from a band I’ve never heard of, yet it’s exactly what I want. If Smogtown sounded slightly more at home at a living room dance party than at the beach, you’d be pretty close to what’s here. Great stuff. –megan (Plastic Idol)


ANTI-FLAG:
For Blood and Empire: Picture Disc
I know that Anti-Flag enraged many with their jump to the majors. The message boards were in overdrive with post after post of sell out and betrayal. As I listen to their major label debut, I don’t hear any deviation to their sound or lyrics. The production is bigger but not super glossy from their past releases. I have to support them because I think they are a great gateway band that can be distributed widely to the masses. Their message to me is genuine and can convert a kid to seek out more bands of the DIY variety because something touched them personally. I know that 99 percent of the more serious punk aficionados started with a band that was either bigger or mainstream. That brings in a new generation of active punks who put forth a greater contribution to the scene. That participation has kept the underground DIY scene alive twenty-plus years. The DIY scene is the best ever and there is a reason for so many active people in the scene today. People one way or another being introduced to punk. I hope A-F like Bad Religion, NOFX, and others bring people in to the DIY fold. Even though this on a major, I have had a soft spot for A-F. They have a knack for writing infectiously melodic songs. The passion Justin Sane puts into his lyrics help too. It might not be everybody’s cup of tea, but they do make catchy music. –don (A-F)


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