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MORNING SHAKES, THE :
Piss Off Daddy: 7"
This is down'n'dirty wildly demented garagerock rambunctiousness with a turbulent twist of frenzied face‑slappin' punkiness that'll assuredly knock ya upside the noggin somethin' fierce! The petulant snottiness of the two enclosed sardonic songs (includin' a catastrophically clamorous cover of The Zero Boys "Civilization's Dying") saturated my ears with highly flammable levels of pure rock'n'roll resonance. I just can't ask for anything more aurally earth‑shattering than the smokin' sounds of The Morning Shakes on this here lil' 7‑inch sizzler... –Guest Contributor (Get Hip)


MOORAT FINGERS:
I Don: 7"
Brilliant, snotty punk rock from a band that would give the Reatards a run for their money. God, this is a good single. –Jimmy Alvarado (No address)


MIRAH:
You Think It: CD
I love Mirah. I saw her play two summers back at Olympia's Yo‑Yo A Go‑Go and after watching her play I jumped up and bought all the merchandise she had to offer (one 12" and one cassette). Now she has released a full length album (16 songs) and I can't keep my ears free from listening to it. It's happy. It's sad. It's fast. It's slow. It's love revealing what's real by scratching away all the skin and pink with its own slightly chipped glitter-coated fingernails. I can picture Mirah opening up her journal to write her latest emotional update and as soon as the pages are cracked, all sorts of crazy cartoon bubble notes and hearts come flying out in between words like in those old "Reading Rainbow" episodes. This is a personal yet confident listen into the broad emotional - as well as musical - spectrum that is Mirah. Mirah has clever usage of vocal harmonies, ukulele, guitar, organ and distorted bass (to name a few from this instrument collage). Mirah's purity and light is like a new star's who has yet to reach eyes from its own place in the sky. –Guest Contributor (K)


MICHELLE GUN ELEPHANT, THEE:
Gear Blues: CD
Just as Guitar Wolf re‑interpreted Gene Vincent style cool and MC5 flash in a kitschy, fun way, thee Michelle Gun Elephant, in a strange new twist, crosses the animalistic passion of the Stooges with the rigid NYC composure of the Ramones to produce this furious blend of rockin' sukiyaki. On CD, anyway, this made in Japan quartet howls, writhes and rolls like demon possessed samurai for fourteen tracks and the syntax of the lyrics isn't nearly as bizarre as you might expect. –Guest Contributor (Alive/Total Energy)


MICHELLE GUN ELEPHANT, THEE:
Gear Blues: CD
Extremely LOUD Japanese trash rock. The press materials allude to Billy Childish as an influence, but I don't hear it as much I do the Cramps and others I can't quite think of right now. Hell, I gotta lay off of them there allergy pills, 'cause they seem to be messin' up my short term.... Whatever. Either way, this is some screamin' mad shit here, all sludgy, dirty and fuckin' loud, man. I think they're singin' in English, but it's damn hard to tell. I'm recommending this disc for two reasons: 1) The songs are mighty nice, and 2) Playin' it at excessive volume levels is sure to kill all rats, insects and small dogs in a square mile radius around the speakers. Oh, wait.... Silly me, I accidentally had the stereo runnin' through my guitar amp. Well, I still like it, even if it ain't as loud as I thought it was. –Jimmy Alvarado (Alive/Total Energy)


MEN FROM S.P.E.C.T.R.E.:
Burnout for Davie: 7"
Instrumental '60s rock. –Jimmy Alvarado (Sheep Records)


MARACA FIVE-O:
Headin: CD
Kinda mellow surf stuff that would work well in a Tarantino movie. –Jimmy Alvarado (Smooch)


MAN SCOUTS OF AMERICA:
Crash Course: CDEP
It's AC/DC without Bon Scott, a well‑disciplined Zeke, some Cadillac Tramps, an obligatory upbeat pop punk love song and a stupid name all in one! Draw your own line in the sand. Draw your own line in the sand. Draw your own line in the sand. Oh, I'm sorry. Was I being repetitive? –Guest Contributor (R.A.F.R.)


MALEVOLENT CREATION:
Envenomed: CD
I'm not really well versed on all the different sub‑genres of "metal," but my guess is that this would fit in with the death metal tribe of groups. The music falls in somewhere between Slayer and Morbid Angel, and there seems to be more of an emphasis on violence instead of the satanic slant of most of the black metal bands. They remind me of Brainstorm and all the old speed metal bands that used to play backyard parties in El Sereno a good decade ago. For what it is, it's pretty solid. –Jimmy Alvarado (Pavement)


LUNGFISH:
Necrophones: CD
I wonder if Ian and Don Z. had trouble staying awake while the band recorded this release. I know I did listening to it, and it's only 4:30 p.m. –Jimmy Alvarado (Dischord)


LOUDMOUTHS/ROCKS:
Split: 7"EP
Loudmouths: A couple o' helpings of their patented ranting. Rocks: If this were the only band on the disc, they would probably sound pretty decent. Following the Loudmouths was a big mistake, though, 'cause they sound really tame in comparison. –Jimmy Alvarado (702)


LOS LOBOS:
El Cancionero Mas y Mas: Boxed set 4xCD
We all know the story of Los Lobos, don't we? Band from East LA lands an opening slot for Public Image's debut Los Angeles gig at the Olympic Auditorium. Outraged punks pelt band with debris. Band signs with punk label and develops a strong local following that includes many of the same punks who hated them at the aforementioned gig. Band later has a fluke number one hit with a cover from a movie soundtrack and eventually becomes one of the most respected bands on the planet. Well, this four‑disc retrospective covers virtually all of Los Lobos' career, starting with tracks from their 1977 "yellow" album (see other review), and snaking its way through assorted albums, early singles, collaborations with other artists and assorted unreleased tracks, making for a total of 86 tunes in all. While some might view CD sets this large as overkill, in the case of Los Lobos it seems to merely scratch the surface. So varied are the band's sounds and styles that it often seems that one is listening to a compilation of many bands rather than just one. For example, on just the first disc in this set, the listener is treated to a musical palette consisting of guajiras, boleros, punk‑propelled rockabilly, nortenos, waltzes, blues, country and ballads, to name a few. Over the course of the remaining discs, new sounds are added to the pot: weird hybrids of traditional Mexican rhythms coupled with English lyrics, psychedelia, cumbia Colombiana, swing, soul, art damage, rock'n'roll and beyond. By the end of the ride, it becomes painfully clear why Los Lobos is one of the most respected groups of musicians in music today: they are damn good at what they do. Not only have they consistently produced some of the most exciting music ever to come out of the United States, they have done so over a span of time that has seen literally thousands of lesser bands hit that "Number One" lottery jackpot and quickly fade back into obscurity. They've done it on their own terms to boot, which is more than most of the biggie "punk" bands can say for themselves. Sure, there's some disappointments for the more dedicated fan, such as the glaring omission of their crowd-pleasing renditions of Los Pinguinos del Norte's "Mexico Americano" and Andres Huesca's "Canto a Veracruz," an early single version of "Under the Boardwalk," tracks from the "Si Se Puede" soundtrack, or any of their early '80s collaborations with the legendary Lalo Guerrero. Yet what is included almost makes up for such slights: covers of Fats Domino's "I'm Gonna Be a Wheel Someday," a reworking of Los Aventureros' "Panchita" (titled here as "Los Ojos de Pancha"), Little Richard's "Rip It Up," and demo versions of some of their originals, not to mention Los Super Seven's interpretation of Valerio Longoria's "El Canoero," which nearly surpasses the original in quality. Sure, CD sets this big can be overkill. In this case, though, the band is more than deserving. –Jimmy Alvarado (Rhino)


LOS LOBOS:
Just Another Band from East LA: CD
Back before "La Banba," before their Grammy nominations, even before their association with Los Angeles' early '80s punk scene, Los Lobos were following their own muse. While all the bands in the neighborhood were playing Top 40 and bad disco (which were, more often than not, the same thing), Los Lobos delved deep into their parents' record collections, gleaning musical gems from the worlds of the son jarocho, son huasteco, guajira, bolero and plena, to name a few. After playing a few weddings and other such gigs for beer and gas money, they pressed and sold 1,000 copies of this, the "yellow album," in 1977, and since that time, it has become a hot collector's item among the band's more avid followers. Listening to this album so many years after its initial release, it seems almost inevitable that the band would eventually gravitate toward Los Angeles' underground. Although already highly accomplished musicians, there is a very informal, "party" feel to the recording and their approach to the songs themselves seems fueled by much of the same intensity and speed that would give their nortenos that punk edge a few years later. When they take on a jarocho like "Maria Chuchena," they don't merely cover it so much as devour it and spit it back out in a rush of flying fingers at tempos that rival the masters of the form, which, anyone who has heard Lino Chavez or some of the other Veracruzano purveyors of the son jarocho can tell you, is some feat. It is no small favor that Hollywood Records has done. By re‑releasing this unassuming little gem, they have not only given us a peek at the genesis of one of America's greatest, most provocative bands, they have also provided another generation of would‑be and will‑be musicians a new avenue to explore, one that the average American music aficionado has no idea exists. In short, this is essential listening for anyone who claims to have even a passing interest in music. –Jimmy Alvarado (Hollywood)


LOAD:
Feel the Power: CD
Nondescript, vaguely Zeke‑ish hardcore. –Jimmy Alvarado (702)


LESS THAN JAKE:
Greased: CDEP
Funny. Ha Ha. Ho Ho. Hee Hee. Now can someone please tell me why we need yet another lousy "Grease" covers record? Who do I sue for wasting my time with this shit? –Jimmy Alvarado (No Idea)


LE SHOK:
We Are Electrocution: CD
Short, to-the-point blasts of snotty punk rock. The closest comparisons I can seem to muster are the Sexual Abominations, or the Screamers had they included guitars. These guys apparently have a complete disregard for "pop" sensibility, as the songs are virtually unhummable, which, of course, is exactly how things should be. I imagine a great many people are going to hate this disc, but true works of genius are usually reviled, so fuck 'em all. This is really good listening. –Jimmy Alvarado (www.bottlenekk.com)


LAST IN LINE:
L: LP
Hoo‑doggie! After a deceptively slow intro, these Massachusetts monsters wind up and let fly some pummeling hardcore that gives a nod to the "good ol' days" yet stays firmly planted in the now. The lyrics, for the most part, are substantive and the performance is intense, to say the least. Recommended. –Jimmy Alvarado (Acme)


LAST STAND:
Any Battle Won: CD
Anthemic punk rock with the occasional nod to hardcore and reggae. I really wasn't too enthused with this disc upon first listen. Although it's catchy and some of the hooks are nice, there really isn't any new ground being broken musically. Then I read the lyrics. There's a level of intelligent introspection and a deceptive simplicity to them that makes them easy to understand yet surprisingly deep on a variety of levels. Most effective is the song "Amarillo's Shame," which is about the punk rock kid intentionally run over by a classmate during a fight. While one might feel the band's delivery of the song lacks an appropriate level of anger, the sarcasm, outrage and moral indignation they feel towards those responsible for letting the driver of the car off literally drips from every line of the lyrics. I went back and listened to the whole disc again, lyric sheet in hand, and have come to the conclusion that this is some damn fine work. Sorry it took me so long to notice. –Jimmy Alvarado (One Way)


LAND OF THE LOOPS:
Puttering About a Small Land: CD
Land of the Loops is an excellent artist's description because that's exactly what it is. I believe he does have a couple of female vocalists, but for the most part, this album is simply layer upon layer of samples and electronic ecstacy. It has enough beats to supply a teenage boy under his covers and rhythms to send your soul a shiver. Nothing too bass heavy. Simply seismic enjoyment of the lava lamp and black light kind. –Guest Contributor (Up)


KOJACK:
Crash Motherfucker: CD
I remember hearing their 7" a while back and not being particularly enthused about it, but this is lots better. They still play noisy-as-hell mid‑tempo hardcore reminiscent of the time when mid‑tempo didn't mean metal moshing madness, but they seem a little more focused than before. It gave me a nasty headache, and that's always a good sign that what I'm listening to is pretty good. –Jimmy Alvarado (CNP)


KILLING FLAME:
Another Breath: CD
Late '80s sounding hardcore. Judging from the No For An Answer quote, I'm willing to bet that they're straight edge as well. Yippie. Pass the Newcastle, 'cause it's gonna be a long night. –Jimmy Alvarado (Equal Vision)


KILL TONE THEORY, THE:
Self-titled: 7"EP
A pretty movin' little slab o' wax. Four up‑tempo punk rock/Rip Off‑style ditties that come and go in a blur. Good stuff. –Jimmy Alvarado (www.sy.net/killtone)


KID WITH MAN HEAD:
Fond Memories of the Halibut Rodeo: CDEP
Bad Religion pop punk. Greg Graffin produced four of the songs. Surprise, surprise. –Jimmy Alvarado (Twentyfourseven)


KICKED IN THE HEAD:
Thick as Thieves: CD
I expected some good, loud hardcore, but got musically proficient pseudo‑metal from a group trying to pass itself as hardcore instead. Fuckers. –Jimmy Alvarado (Kicked in the Head)


KERMIT:
They: 7"EP
Kermit's: These guys get better with every release. Five hardcore (circa 1982) slaps to the face that sometimes remind one of Feederz at their speediest. Zippo: Sadly, these guys weren't as memorable. –Jimmy Alvarado (Fan Attic)


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