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BLUETIP:
Post Mortem Anthem: CD
Try as I may, I can’t seem to get my mind around these guys. Their music, kinda angular collegy punk, isn’t bad, per say, and I have no really problem listening to them for prolonged periods of time, unlike, say, your average emo group. They just seem to fail to register as anything past background music. I want to like them, ‘cause there’s little doubt that they are good at what they do, but it’s been two albums that I’ve heard now, and neither one of them impressed much. Hopefully next time this’ll change. –jimmy (Dischord)


BLOOD FOR BLOOD:
Outlaw Anthems: CD
I’d heard some good things about these guys, so I figured “what the fuck,” and picked it up, thinking that maybe Victory had finally released something worth a piss. Nope. What you get is more of the same: bad metal with a singer who sounds like an impotent pro wrestler wannabe, all dolled up nice and purty as “hardcore” so you can bang your bald little heads and think you’re really rebellious, man. It’s a damn good thing I’m not emperor of the universe, ‘cause I would’ve found the world’s largest piece of toilet paper and wiped Victory Records and every weak, fake-assed bullshit band they’ve ever come in contact with off the face of the earth. –jimmy (Victory)


BLEED:
Million Miles Away: CD
It’s a well-known fact, folks: I utterly fuckin’-A cannot stand the vast majority of metal-tinged musical mediocrity with all of its vile guitar-wank wizardry out there in limp-rockin’ HeadBangers Hell; and I especially loathe the sweaty nutsack grindmetal bullshit and watered-down meat-head rapmetal moronity that vomituously saturates the airwaves, video screens, and smoke-enshrouded nightclub stages all across this complacently incognizant land of ours. As for my particular metal tastes, I have no use whatsoever for bland corporate cocksuckers like Limp Dick Biscuit, Linkin TurdLog Park, Rage Against The Masses, PantyTerror, Shitknot, KornHole, Godcrack, Mama Roach, and other such knuckle-headed aural uselessness. Yep, if it’s not Black Sabbath, Motorhead, AC/DC, or Venom, I ain’t interested, and that’s all there is to it! With the obvious so belligerently stated, I must now confess that this disc is a bit of a sonic surprise to my jaded old punkrock ears. Even though Bleed nostalgically crank-out a mullet-curlin’ array of ‘80s-inspired glamour-puss hairspray-metal, it’s strangely appealing nonetheless. There’s a slight Southern-rock edge slithering throughout the songs and grungey distortion-heavy overtones that ornately embellish the true underlying textures within. Yeh, it’s ultimately MTV-friendly metal posturing ala somethin’ perfectly replicated from the colorful leather-clad backpages of the poofy-hair era (I’m hearin’ over-amped traces of Dokken, Tesla, The Scorpions, Guns’n’Roses, Motley Crue, and even a slight smidgen of Alice In Chains); but, damn, it takes me back in time to the pubescent stoned-immaculate days of my youth in high school right before I discovered the outrageous wonders of punk. A fuzzy-eyed period of time when I had shaggy, shoulder-length hair that vaguely concealed my long, dangly cross-shaped earrings; when I proudly wore Van Halen, Judas Priest, and Ozzy Osborne concert tees; when I feverishly smoked huge overflowing Tupperware bowls full of dark, sweet, Mexican-grown weed that’d do Jeff Spicolli of Fast Times At Ridgemont High proud. Wooooo-weee, dude, Bleed’s got me rockin’ like a hurricane with both hands vigorously thrustin’ the “devil sign” high in the air. Paaaaarrrtttyyy! –Roger Moser Jr. (no contact address)


BLASTMAT:
Theme for a Dying World: CD
Blastmat attempts an early ‘80s hardcore sound. Think: The Adolescents and Minor Threat. Not bad, and pretty catchy at times. But I was disappointed because when I glanced at the song titles, I saw “Taliban Fight Song,” which had incredible potential. Sadly, the song was not the hilarious joke I expected it to be, but was just a funny title. Oh well. There’s a mediocre AC/DC cover (“Dog Eat Dog”) on this as well. If this were a cereal, it’d be a slightly stale box of Kix. Kix = early ‘80s hardcore, stale because Blastmat’s nowhere near as good as, say, the Dils or the Germs. But then again, what is? –Maddy (Blastmat)


BITCH BOYS:
More Hits Than You’ve Expected: CD
Pretty good, anthemic bald boy punk here from this German band. I would suggest steering clear of the lyric sheet, though. –jimmy (Combat Rock)


BISCAYNE:
You’d Build a Robot: CD
If All covered NOFX covering some lame emo band’s songs, they’d sound just like this. –jimmy (Quincy Shanks)


AQUA VELVETS:
Radio Waves: 2XCD
Two “live” recordings from two different radio programs featuring this surf instrumental group. The sound quality performances are great, although it’s very hard to acclimate to how slow their versions of “Walk Don’t Run,” “Pipeline,” and “Baja” are after nearly twenty years of hearing strictly the JFA versions, and the cover of “Smells Like Teen Spirit” was more than a little cheesy. Still, not a bad listen for fans of surf. –jimmy (BMG, which means it’s available at the record store in the mall, next door to Hot Topic)


AMPS FOR CHRIST:
The Oak in the Ashes: CD
A mix of mellow college rock, bop, poetry and maybe a dash of country. There’s some amazing guitar work in the form of two traditional Scottish songs and I really like the eclecticism in that it’s very obvious they’re trying to do something different. I can really get behind that. My only gripe is that I wish there was just a little more bite to their sound or that they’d lower the sonic BOOM now and then, ‘cause that woulda really woke me up after one of the more mellow tracks. Either way, this was pretty good for what it is and if you’d like something a little off the beaten path, you could do far worse than this. –jimmy (Shrimper)


AMERICAN HEARTBREAK / LIBERTINE:
Split: CD
I don’t know why I grabbed this to review. I’m not into the rock’n’roll stuff too much. This reinforced my belief that I should have put this back. My interest dropped so fast that I couldn’t tell the difference between the two bands. I learned my lesson. –don (Coldfront)


ALL GIRL SUMMER FUN BAND:
Self-titled: CD
This band is so cute. If you think by the sound of their name that they would be fun to play at a barbecue on the beach in July, you are right! Along the same vein as the Microphones and Tiger Trap (among many other girl bands with simple, catchy guitar songs that make you wanna jump up and get a lime flavored Popsicle from the freezer). I have a few favorite tracks from this CD. Track 2: “Canadian Boyfriend” (enough said), track 3: “Car Trouble,” “He broke my heart and my car won’t start”, and track 4: “Later Operator,” where every girl sings a verse about one of their boyfriends oddities (one is shy, one never bathes) but they love them anyways because they are “Damn good ...” – you fill in the blank! They even have their own theme song which could be the title track for the soundtrack to the B-movie beach movie which takes place in the sixties appropriately titled All Girl Summer Fun Band. Hmmm... if only... –Harmonee (K)


1208:
Feedback is Payback: CD
Man, I feel old. The singer of this band is the nephew of Raymond Pettibon and Greg Ginn. Punk rock has sure been around a long time. Fletcher from Pennywise was one of the producers on this. You can hear that on the recording. Modern South Bay melodicore with big production that you expect from Epitaph. This band is tight and the songs don’t seem to bore me. Not half bad. –don (Epitaph)


ONE INCH TALL:
Three Sheets to the Wind: clear vinyl 7"
This is snotty melodicore madness that's all-at-once fast-paced, harmonious, and disruptively venomous. It sounds uncannily like a bleach-haired group of 15-year-old juvenile delinquents poppily bastardizing Husker Du and Social Distortion and then rambunctiously runnin' circles around 'em in the process! I, for one, am extremely impressed with this seven inches of full-force sonic feistiness. Let's hear some more, damnit! –Roger Moser Jr. (King Bee, PO Box 1164, Denver, CO 80201)


STRAP-ONS, THE:
The Pimps R.I.P.: clear vinyl 7"
This is dirty, decadent, depraved porno-punk at its gruffest and most caustic! It's hard-edged, snotty, pugnacious, disobedient, and incendiary. It's a repulsively rambunctious lil' romp that drives deep and hard into the inner ear like a flamin' hot icepick. If you're aurally inclined towards The Minutemen, Doggy Style, El Diablo, Habitual Sex Offenders, and naughty masturbatory sleaze, then The Strap-Ons will make you orgasmically gush somethin' fierce. Aaaaahhh, this feels good. –Roger Moser Jr. (Rapid Pulse, PO Box 5075, Milford, CT 06460; The Strap-Ons, PO Box 8241, Norfolk, VA 23503; www.thestrap-ons.com)


RITCHIE WHITES, THE:
Stop Me Before I Kill Again: 7"
The two savage ear-shattering songs ballistically blastin' outta this plastic platter of punk/rock'n'roll unruliness are the ultimate in loud'n'lively audial indecency! It's a wildly careening out-of-control whirlwind of sound chaotically comparable to a bastardized and blenderized cacophony of D-Generation, the Germs, the Dead Boys, and The Humpers giddily defecating on each other's doorsteps. Whooooo-wee, this is as aurally unholy as it gets, and I want more, motherfuckers, more! –Roger Moser Jr. (Rapid Pulse, PO Box 5075, Milford, CT 06460)


FOUR LETTER WORDS / PEELANDER:
Split: cherry-red vinyl 7"
Four Letter Words: snotty punkrock belligerence at its most devastating - an audial megaton explosion as fast, furious, and blistering as a million hydrogen bomb detonations! Peelander: sloppy, straight-forward, and mad as hell. Japan's aggravated answer to Fear, Flipper, and the Dicks! Yep, this ballsy 7-inch ear-scorcher had me repeatedly slammin' my head into the wall with gleeful maddog fervor. Damn, I'm dazed! –Roger Moser Jr. (Geykido Comet, PO Box 3743, Laguna Hills, CA 92654; www.gcrecords.com or Four Letter Words, PO Box 6224, Anaheim, CA 92816 or Peelander at http://www.peelander-z.com)


DREAM DATES, THE:
Moans on the Phone: 7"
Although this was raucously recorded in November of 1979, it frenetically possesses so much crazed energy, wild youthful vitality, and psychotically sick sonic swagger that it makes mincemeat outta most of today's insipid uninspired musical cretins. The two spastically turbulent tunes contained on this here 7" sizzler are cacophonously comparable to a snottier New York Dolls, a more decadent Dead Boys, and a more belligerently demented Damned. Hell yeh, this is booze-soaked bowery-style punk at its best. It's an audial dream date, indeed! –Roger Moser Jr. (SquelchTone, 2 Bloor St. W., Suite 100, Box 477, Toronto, ON, M4W 3E2, Canada)


DUANE PETERS AND THE HUNNS:
Tickets to Heaven: CD
It's Duane Peters (the snaggle-toothed chaotically careening skateboard savant and well-learned belligerently outspoken vocalist of the U.S. Bombs) venomously espousin' his articulate political rantings with a new ragtag gang of musical miscreants. I expected nothin' less than a full-frontal assault of powerfully raging punkrock fury, and, of course, Mr. Peters and his Hunns heartily deliver and then some! If The Clash, Sex Pistols, and especially the Circle Jerks had survived the redundant topsy-turvy monotony of the past 20 years, this is the sort of insurrective life-enriching sonic disorder that they'd uncontrollably be hammering into our eardrums today. I've often thought dandy Duane perfectly captures the chaos-charged sarcasm-laced vocal pronunciations of both Johnny Rotten and Keith Morris to a motherfuckin' tee (snotty, defiant, and confrontationally caustic!) - and here he's as unrelenting as usual! Yep, that is reason enough alone to drop everything right now and invest a few of your hard-earned dollars into this seditiously sizzlin' platter of audial anarchy. 'Cause I'm tellin' ya, if you don't own "Tickets to Heaven" already, ya should be slapped silly upside the head with a razor-sharp strip of barbed wire. Amen, damnit! –Roger Moser Jr. (Disaster, PO Box 7112, Burbank, CA 91510; http://www.alive-totalenergy.com/Disaster.html)


BOUNCING SOULS, THE:
How I Spent My Summer Vacation: CD
Upon first listen, I instantaneously concluded that the fast-paced pop-punk ferocity contained herein is bein’ frenetically churned-out for the baggy-pants, chain-wallet, bleached-hair crowd. But ya know what, the precise high-energy sonic aggressiveness of these youthful lil’ melody-makers suddenly lurched forward, grabbed me by the balls, and then rambunctiously swung me around and around until I could no longer see straight... so after several more minutes of enjoyable ear-attentiveness, I’ve decided that this disc is catchy as all get-up, and I should be eternally grateful for such lively musical immensity. Only one certifiable caustic complaint though: the “True Believers” song is a thinly veiled sped-up rip-off of the Ramones “My Brain Is Hanging Upside Down (Bonzo Goes To Bitburg)”, so please give credit where it’s undeniably due, fellas! Other than that, I’m deliriously overwhelmed... I feel young and virile again thanks to the musical spasticity of The Bouncing Souls... waaahooooo! –Roger Moser Jr. (Epitaph)


WHORE DADDY O’S, THE:
Self-titled: CD-R
While I was initially excited to get something from a Wisconsin band I hadn’t heard of (Let’s hear it for Wisconsin pride!), I soon learned that the Whore Daddy-o’s are about as good as their name would indicate. Really mediocre pop punk; at times I think they’re trying to imitate Screeching Weasel, but with little success. This is an example of a band who should have waited to put out a real album, instead of a not-too-exciting CD-R. But hey, they’re from Manitowoc, home of the Manitowoc Maritime Museum, one of the least exciting tourist attractions in the entire United States! This release is most equivalent to Crunch Berries cereal – the sugar makes it pop punk, but that’s where the fun ends. The cereal and the band need a little fine tuning. Ack. –Maddy (Maddy (The Whore Daddy O’s)


VIRUS:
Singles & Rarities: CD
I declare, this record sounds like it’s got two different bands on it – a UK-‘77/‘82 one and a NYC ‘83 one. It’s a little distracting. The UK one’s a little too plodding and deliberate to be much fun, but the NYHC one kicks some frightening ass. There’s studio and live stuff AND an Exploited cover. –Cuss Baxter (Punk Core)


VICTIMS FAMILY:
Apocalicious: CD
This is a monstrous, thundering barrage of industrialized sound that comes uncannily close to capturing the explosive musical essence of an action-packed, violence-strewn video game. The apocalyptic guitar strafings threateningly loom large within a murderously rampaging mix of nuclear-charged synthesizer expulsions, tribal barrel-pounding drum beats, and a bass that furiously rumbles along like a division of panzer tanks. The vocals are loopy, psychotic, and confrontational without being hostile and full of testosterone-fuelled rage. If ya want comparisons, I’m vaguely reminded of Ministry, Nine Inch Nails, Rollins Band, I Against I-era Bad Brains, and even a bit of Faith No More in spots. But, then, with its intricate jazzy undercurrents surging throughout, I’d almost surmise that an intergalactic Miles Davis dervish has possessed the sonic soul of Victims Family and tainted their blood with radioactive alien-mutant hemoglobin. Damn, this is difficult to categorize ‘cause it’s so undeniably unique, flamboyant, loud, and lively – just plain out oozing an inimitable style unto itself! Here’s to a hefty dose of aural originality in the form of Victims Family... –Roger Moser Jr. (Alternative Tentacles)


VARUKERS:
Singles and Rarities: CD
I had a hell of a time finding out who the hell put this out and just what was on it. See, it came in a little paper cover with no track listing and no label printed on the disc. After an hour of searching I found out all I wanted to know on a fluke. The disc? It’s its damn good, covering both their early days and their “damn do we love Discharge!” days as well, with early demos, unreleased tracks and comp cuts alike. It’s really good, but after all that searching, I’m not as into it as when I put it on. –jimmy (Punk Core)


VARIOUS ARTISTS:
RAFR Volume 3: CD
The latest installment in what has become an ongoing series, this time featuring the BellRays, Motochrist, Darlington, Starvations, Hellbenders, Fuzztones (a great song!), Furious George, Streetwalkin’ Cheetahs, Humpers, Mad Daddys, Candy Ass and a zillion others. Seein’ as RAFR stands for “Rock And Fucking Roll,” guess what most of these bands sound like. Good stuff to be found here if you like your punk to swagger. –jimmy (RAFR)


VARIOUS ARTISTS:
RAFR Volume 3: CD
It utterly amazes me to no end that this warped world of ours is literally crawlin’ with a suffocatin’ over-abundance of lame-ass money-hungry record labels whose sole sickening purpose in life is to market the blandest, most reprehensible music known to man, and on the receiving end of such weak-willed entrepreneurial worthlessness, ya have the fickle semi-comatose masses who blindly leech onto each and every corporate-produced trend-of-the-moment as if they were hanging on for dear life. But RAFR Records is truly a sparkling, effervescent glimmer of hope in a recording world full of stagnant plastic-coated shit! It’s dedicated, small-label mavericks like Martin McMartin who crank-out the tuneage in the name of sheer indefatigable love for the music. Mr. Marty obviously has a deep-rooted appreciation and a fervent heart-wrenching respect for the raucous roster of sonic ass-shakers in his charge, which includes only the most bad-ass, most loudly blaring of today’s rockin’-and-rollin’ trailblazers. His genuine excitement for releasin’ such attitude-driven aural unruliness is more contagious than a laboratory-produced strain of non-vaccinable smallpox. So you can damn well bet your sweet bippies that the RAFR comps have always consistently outblasted any and all other competition – major label, indie, and everything in between! Volume 3 is certainly no exception. It contains some of the most outrageously thundering bands to cacophonously kick out the jams while frenziedly unleashing the mighty roaring beast known the world over as ROCK-AND-FUCKING-ROLL (includin’ The Humpers, Mad Daddys, Motochrist, The Bullys, The Weaklings, The Superbees, The Kowalskis, Short Fuses, The Chicken Hawks, Damnation, The Streetwalkin’ Cheetahs, The Bellrays, The Fuzztones, Darlington, The Hellbenders, The Starvations, and so many more, it’s downright unbelievable!). Indeed, this is an eardrum-pounding plethora of audial decadence at its wildest and most ferocious! RAFR has once again restored my brew-slathered faith in rock’n’roll with this seminal collection of balls-out tune-crashers, and I aggressively implore you to drop everything right fuckin’ now and buy this disc pronto quick. And I don’t wanna hear no lame-ass excuses about bein’ short on cash. If that’s the case, then hold-up a liquor store, rob a bank, or filch your grandma’s social security check – beg, borrow, and steal until you’re completely breathless. Just do whatever it takes to acquire this disc by any means necessary (you’ll thank me in the afterlife, I promise!). What beer is to the spirit, what raunch is to sex, and what hedonism is to my personal philosophy of life, RAFR is to the future of rock’n’roll. Amen, and let us now shake our backsides silly! –Roger Moser Jr. (RAFR)


VARIOUS ARTISTS:
Punch Drunk III: CD
This is a compilation from one of the my favorite labels, TKO. If you aren’t familiar with this label, crawl out of that damn hole and pay attention. They have been consistently putting of great punk bands since the mid ‘90s. Since then, I can guarantee that there has been at least one TKO CD on high rotation on my CD player at any given time. The Beltones, Reducers S.F., Workin’ Stiffs, Thug Murder, The Bodies, Bonecrusher, Antiseen, and The Forgotten are just eight of twenty-six bands here. Only one song is disappointing. It’s by Guitar Gangsters. It’s not that the song is terrible. It just isn’t that good. Other bands here are Limecell, Niblick Henbane, Terminus City, Sixer, The Generators, US Bombs, Bloody Mutants, Angelic Upstarts, Electric Frankenstein, The Stitches, The Partisans, The Riffs, East Bay Chasers, Hard Skins, Class Assassins, Those Unknown, and American Pig. Get out of that damn hole and check these bands out. –toby (TKO)


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