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I:
The Nominonivore: CD
A very commercial sounding alt-rock album, recorded on Pro Tools. Should garner them much attention and inevitable fame if they know how to play the game. I (meaning me, not the band), however, will never listen to this again, 'cause intentionally mainstream tripe like this just makes my flesh do the boogaloo. –jimmy (Sling Slang)


i:
Get to Know Your Own Fluids: CD
Some parts of this record are truly inventive, interesting, and on the verge of genius mind-blowing, and some parts of the record just blow. I know that part of the reason for this is that I’m foisting low-fi rock’n’roll expectations on a record that is not intended to live up to such motivations, but if I’m bored or annoyed regardless of what I want a record to be, then in the end I’ve been bored and annoyed. But when this record works, it works well, especially the stuff on it that’s heavily influenced by Middle Eastern sounds. Those songs captivated me, but when it gets away from that I got dulled out right quick. does have sincerity and rock’n’roll desperation, but in the end it’s one of those records that I wanted to like a whole lot more than I actually did. –The Lord Kveldulfr (Sling Slang)


I AM GHOST:
We Are Always Searching: CD
This has MTV written all over it. Slick, highly produced, goth rock with Fat Wreck Chords harmonized vocals and sudden screams, like if Bracket had an angry, goth, schizophrenic brother. And... holy heavy metal guitar leads! If you take all of this, throw in one part ethereal vocals, and add a pinch of melodrama, it makes the odd, eclectic soup that is this band. Unfortunately, I like my soup like I like my music-strong and plain. And, oh yeah, good. This is bad soup. Bad soup! –Guest Contributor (Epitaph)


I AM LOVED:
Self-titled: 12”
From what I understand, I Am Loved is a band that plays spastic, harsh music in between bands at shows. Their music, drums and guitar, is purely improv and features a singer who, while not singing any actual words, can make a wide variety of noises with his voice. I feel the insert sums it up best when it states, “Guess you’d have to be there.” I guess I would have. –Guest Contributor (Trigger-on-the-dutendoo)


I AM SPOONBENDER:
Shown Actual Size: CDEP
Minimalist synth-driven new wave. Very mellow in comparison to the racket produced by bands like Polysics, the Epoxies and Le Shok, but it does have a certain amount of charm nonetheless. Wouldn’t mind hearing a full-length disc. –jimmy (GSL)


I AM SPOONBENDER:
Shown Actual Size: CDEP
Minimalist synth-driven new wave. Very mellow in comparison to the racket produced by bands like Polysics, the Epoxies and Le Shok, but it does have a certain amount of charm nonetheless. Wouldn’t mind hearing a full-length disc.
–jimmy (GSL)


I ATTACK:
American Dream: 7”
Man, I want to move to Chicago. Chicago and Sweden at the same time. If anybody knows how to make that happen, let me know. There’s a lot of really great hardcore coming out now, and this record moves I Attack right up near the top of that list. Not as fast as Direct Control, not as catchy as Career Suicide, but way more barbed and intense. Probably a band that people will still be talking about in a few years. Definitely a record I’m glad I picked up. –Josh (Criminal IQ/Maldito Studios)


I DON’T CARES, THE:
Self-titled: CD
Neither do I, frankly. –jimmy (www.myspace.com/zodiackillerrecords)


I EXCUSE:
…Is Dead: CD
I’ve yet to complain if a band takes Leatherface as their template and lets their own passion fill in the gaps with bits of Hüsker Dü, Chicago-style punk (via Naked Raygun), and element X. What Japan’s I Excuse immediately lack in a sound of their own they more than make up in current vitality and how much this feels like a fresh batch of tunes that are still blooming instead of a dated re-run. Gargling broken glass vocals, guitar and bass that are more tightly woven and wider in breadth than an illegal dragline fishing net, a record that places the drums up in the mix, and articulate pleas for peace from the only country that ever got a nuclear bomb dropped on it are all indications that this is getting a big thumbs up. –todd (Snuffy Smile)


I EXCUSE:
Burn the Empty to Ash: CD
As if you needed one, here’s another reason to go to Japan. I Excuse plays fantastic rough-and-tumble melodic punk, quite a bit like the Thumbs, especially vocally. That’s great in itself, but what really lights this disc on fire is the white-fucking-hot, razor sharp guitar work straight out of the Leatherface songbook. Hear that, Thumbs? Put out a record and go on tour before this band steals your thunder. –Not Josh –Guest Contributor (Newest Industry)


I EXCUSE / THE TIM VERSION:
Split: 7”
I Excuse: Early Hüsker Dü by way of Kyoto, mixed in with a healthy appreciation of what’s currently coming out of the Twin Cities. Picture believable desperation, boulder-moving bass and drums, and sharp-edged guitars that shimmer and glaze, all played with a dizzying precision and a ragged-voiced, in-tune singer. Really, the Japanese can badminton our own inventions back over the Pacific and make us feel small and shitty. The Tim Version: These guys break my heart in the best ways. They’re smart. Lyrically, they’re one of the best. They’re retards. They’re sweethearts. They’re drunks. They’re also one of the best barely known bands playing in America today. Their two songs, “Another Reason to Hate Honkeys” and “We’re a Collective Badass,” showcase their range. It’s not often that a band can reach to the bottom of their roots (country and blues), and pull out exciting and wonderful new stuff that’s both dirty on the outside and dripping electricity from the inside. Hell yeah. –todd (Snuffy Smile)


I EXCUSE/ MANIFESTO JUKEBOX :
Split: 7"EP
Two songs apiece. I Excuse: ruptured, raspy and popping Japanese punk with the dual guitar swirl and battery of Mush-era Leatherface. You have to listen closely to hear the incredible interlock - how the instruments make a big puzzle, and the pieces themselves are interesting and can stand by themselves. I’m a sucker for subliminally complex, surfacely motivated and fast music. You don’t have to notice the layers at first because the songs are instantly recognizable as well structured, but it totally helps add depth to future listens. I’ll play this side a lot. Blazing. Manifesto Jukebox: from Finland are slower and more (polluted) atmospheric, going for a more mid-tempo rock vibe ala early Cult with a knife-inside-the-throat vocalist. Decent. A tad repetitive. –todd (Snuffy Smile)


I FAIL:
Highways…: 10"
Five epic political hardcore songs. Belted lead vocals with nails-on-chalkboard shrieks in the background. Ominous guitar breaks tying the parts together. These songs are on the longer side, and may draw comparisons to Fucked Up, but I find this record a lot more dynamic and engaging than anything I’ve heard by that band. Blackberry yogurt colored vinyl. Props for the before and after photos of the now burned down Touchdown Jesus (Google it). –CT Terry (Sacred Plague, sacredplague.com)


I FARM:
Sincerely, Robots: CD
A hyper-speed hardcore band with a dash of pop thrown in. Although they're not too bad at what they do, and the fact that they're tight as hell don't hurt, I think they work best when they ditch the poppy edges and just rage. –jimmy (Cool Guy, PO Box 2361, Santa Fe Springs, CA 90670)


I FARM:
So My Kids Won’t Have To: CD
When did this happen? I can’t say that I didn’t like I Farm before. I also can’t say that I was really in to them either, but something changed and this album has been getting heavy play by me this time around. Shit if I know what changed, but damn, if I’m not happy about it. Snotty pop punk that’s smart and topical (and pertinent even though it was originally recorded almost ten years ago (it’s a reissue)). Maybe more bands should experiment with 523-17 –megan (Blackout)


I FARM:
Two Selected Works: CD
This CD definitely kept me on my toes. Just when I settled into one rhythm, it changed musical styles immediately and would continue to do so again and again. The majority of what they played was pretty damn good, going from mostly melody oriented upbeat punk, to hardcore, to something without much melody at all. All within each song. Most of the CD kept my attention. However, some of the quick changes in the songs really lost me. It was like the minute I had my head bobbing or my foot tapping, they switched gears faster than an ambidextrous hooker without much endurance in her right hand. I would usually end up feeling like the job wasn’t finished. With that said, I do find myself going back to this CD and giving it a listen every now and then, without any intention of selling it back. As an aside, I’m not sure if this has anything to do with their schizophrenic style of music, but according to their label, they got their name cause they farm meth. –toby (Big Action)


I FARM:
Two Selected Works: CD

Apparently, this is a collection from two different records they put out a few years back. Herky, jerky punk with two thousand fucking changes, of which did nothing more than annoy the crap out of me. Nomeansno meets blazing pop punk.  Sounds more interesting than it really is. Not my cup of tea. –Mike Dunn

–Guest Contributor (Traffic Violation, BD, Yo-Yo, Freedumb)


I FARM:
Sincerely, Robots: CD
A hyper‑speed hardcore band with a dash of pop thrown in. Although they're not too bad at what they do, and the fact that they're tight as hell don't hurt, I think they work best when they ditch the poppy edges and just rage. –jimmy (Cool Guy)


I HATE MYSELF:
Self-titled: CD
Emo CDs make for good skeet shootin'. –jimmy (No Idea, PO Box 14636, Gainesville FL 32604)


I HATE MYSELF:
Drama in the Emergency Room: 7"
I’m almost sure that is the band’s name and the same goes for the title. The penmanship of whomever wrote the titles and the lyrics needs to consider others trying to read it. I’m no secretary having to read somebody’s bad writing every day. This has a arty cover with the bad penmanship. Music wise, this sounds like emo to me. –don (No Idea)


I HATE MYSELF:
Self-titled: CD
Aurally, this is uneventful, underwhelming, and not all that unique. Although I Hate Myself tumultuously teeter-totter at times, they ultimately tread a fine line between overwrought emo emissions of sound and bratty propulsions of unoriginal indie-rock redundancy. The vocalist excruciatingly screams with all-out unrelenting rage as if his pecker's been pierced with an old rusty icepick, but sometimes he fades into indechipherable choirboy harmonies that are almost angelic in nature... the guitars are quaint and pretty (meandering, soaring, and frolicking like huge fluffy clouds rolling through the statuesque solemnity of rugged snow-capped mountains)... the rhythm section is adequately appealing in the sense that my toes frenetically tapped along to the beat on occasion. I just don't know... after listening to this, I got the distinct gut-level feeling that I've heard it all before... indeed, it's interchangeable and indistinguishably replaceable with everything else in the emo-charged world of musical monotony. I want music to move me; to inspire me; to shake my senses silly; to create intense feelings of euphoria, soothe the inner child within me, or unleash the big bad beast in me. I have no need for music that numbs me with teary-eyed melancholy or causes me to desperately dwell in my very own self-made misery or makes me blearily contemplate the meaningless morbidity of life. Unfortunately, emo often does just that... it's pouty hippy-church music for today's disaffected sulking PC youth (nothin' a swift kick in the ass and an eye-opening dose of harsh reality can't cure though!). Yep, give 'em the boot, and then kick out the jams, motherfuckers! –Guest Contributor (I Hate Myself)


I HATE MYSELF:
Self-titled: CD
Emo CDs make for good skeet shootin'. –jimmy (No Idea)


I LOVE RICH:
The Greatest Rock ‘n’ Roll Record of All Time!: CD
Fucking hippies.... –jimmy (www.iloverich.net)


I LOVE RICH:
The Greatest Rock ‘n’ Roll Record of All Time!: CD
Fucking hippies.... –jimmy (www.iloverich.com)


I LOVE YOU BUT I’VE CHOSEN DARKNESS:
Fear Is on Our Side: CD
Dreamy shoegazer-type stuff that leans toward the My Bloody Valentine/Medicine end of the spectrum but doesn’t quite near the sonic density of those bands’ best work. Still, it ain’t a bad listen by a long shot. –jimmy (Secretly Canadian)


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