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Self-titled: CD
Oh ick, another stab at Green Day superstardom. Where’s that bottle of Pepto?
–Jimmy Alvarado (www.umbilicalrecords.com)

Desengano: CD
This is either a joke or a mistake, ’cause what is on this disc is Hawaiian wedding music. My computer identifies it as being a compilation called A Place Called Hawaii. Pop it out, looks like it should’ve been anything but a Hawaiian record. Fuck, it ain’t even cool Hawaiian music. Just some lame crap white people in ugly shorts would probably buy in a souvenir shop so that they can relive the moments when the photos come back from the developer. Ugh. (Jimmy, the label emailed me. Yeah, it was a fuckup at the pressing plant and I was supposed to tell you, but I thought it'd be funny if you liked it. I'm an asshole like that. –Todd)
–Jimmy Alvarado (Crucial Blast)

Same Time Next Year: CD
This is a tough one for me. The music is pretty rockin’, but it loses me on the vocals. I don’t know if it’s just in the recording, because everything seems to be a bit cleaner than I hope they sound, but they just rub me the wrong way. It sounds like the vocals should blend in with the other instruments, but they’re pulled forward where they can’t really hold their own. It just seems to be lacking something – whether it’s balls, passion, anger, or a combination of other elements. Medio-core.
–Megan Pants (Livewire)

On the Brink: CD
I have a headache and it has gotten worse. I needed something soothing and calm to listen to. What I got was a blast of music that was a thrash cocktail of early Gang Green meets the Neos and with the sucker punch of Black Flag. The drums are played so fast that they almost blur out of attention. Tempos change from manic speeds to drop-on-a-dime stops to mid tempo jams. The guitar buzzes with a nasty energy that makes me imagine that they might be bleeding from all the friction off the strings. Vocals are screamed the old fashioned way. True musicianship shows by their ability to write songs that are fast and interesting. Some bands in this genre tend to be repetitive and generic. This band seems to have taken great stakes to write songs that are not overly focused on the thrash aspect but the power of the song. But the thrash they do play. They can hold their own against anyone. I have been taken back in time to the early '80s. So much torture with so much enjoyable pain. Listening to new music was a bad idea. I’m going to go get a beer and some aspirin to calm down from this experience.
–Donofthedead (Runnamucks)

Wrench to the Nuts: CD
Sweet holy fuggin’ Christ, someone help me pick my brains up offa the floor…. This, my fine-feathered friends, is why you should never, EVER count out the old farts, ’cause just when you least expect it, they come up from behind your smug ass and whop you upside your flat noggin’ with a Mack truck. Mostly new, all-of-’em-glorious tracks from these scene vets, and also the first release by an active lineup in at least two decades. All venom, bile and virulence belched forth, blowing all the cobwebs offa this Trojan horse and sending it out into the midst of the misguided hardcore hordes to help ’em see the light and learn ’em what punk rock SHOULD be, namely something that would get any kid grounded for ten years just for owning a copy. My god, who’d a-thunk these guys were capable of such a monster? Sure, those singles were swell, and that “Pull It and Yell” disc wasn’t too shabby, but good lord, this is soooooo beyond merely upping the ante. We’re talking pure sonic bombast here, a metaphorical BAM BAM BAM BAM to the cranium, a reason to trash your bedroom for no reason, a reason to slap your little sister silly just for bein’ alive. If you have any sense left in that puny little brain of yours, you’ll rush out, make a copy of this your own, proudly display it someplace visible and take your lumps when your parents find out you wasted your lunch money on such “filth.” Recommend it? Hell, I’d buy each of you a copy if I had enough money.
–Jimmy Alvarado (Dionysus)

Horizon: CD
If I ever had any punk rock cred, I’m pretty sure that admitting that I love this record and that it’s about the only thing I’ve listened to (besides Roxy Music) in the last week would eliminate it. So be it. I don’t care if Jolie Lindholm sang on a Dashboard Confessional record (as a huge black sticker on the cover art proclaims – one of the worst marketing moves I’ve seen in music), although that seems to be a major selling point for this release. All I care about is that this album sounds like four 1991/1992-era shoegazers (cf. Revolver) ditched classes at Oxford long enough to write ten songs about loss, longing and heartache. Lindholm’s vocals swoop and soar over the lilting guitar riffs like drunken songbirds scattering before a storm and looking for a place to wait out the rain. And really, the songs are quite beautiful, perfect for comp tapes that fourteen-year-old boys make to give to girls who don’t know they exist. Heads up guys – this will get her attention.
–Puckett (Equal Vision)

Self-titled: CD
Snap judgment: more stop-and-go post-core emo (think dynamics) that seems to take its cue from bands like Fugazi and Rites of Spring, but dozed off in class before also remembering that those bands rock.
–Puckett (Sickroom)

Live from Camp X-Ray: LP
When Circa Now! sunk into my cranium last decade, perhaps it coincided with me buying a shotgun and finding a dishwasher on the side of the street to shoot mere hours later and perhaps whiskey is a dandy sponge to soak memories in, but that was a fuckin' album. Heat, heart, rock'n'roll, throb, soul. It focused what Paint As a Fragrance hinted at and made a smart bomb laser beam to the happy spots in my brain. That melding of Tanner, the Saints, and Lou Rawls with dips into pot-happy psychedelia that didn't blow, but had a horn. Yeah. Successive Rocket records – from All Systems Go! through Cut Carefully and Play Loud – definitely had choice cuts – but lacked that all-important end-to-end playability for me. I listened with half an ear, always impatient for certain songs. None of those LPs roared out of my car's open door as we shot the fuck out of whatever unlucky appliance was left out on any curb in a ten mile radius. Live from Camp X-Ray's a fuckin' ball stomp by well-seasoned players not fucking around with anything except playing their hearts out. Fat's trimmed. Art for art's sake is left on the out-takes reel. Veteran power. Lifer credibility. Newcomer energy. Wonderfully actualized songs. Thick swagger, shithappy-horny sound, boogie you can sweat to, just by listening along. These hard-working mofos are kinda like James Brown without the wife beatings and drive-by shootings ordered by God. Highly recommended.
–Todd Taylor (Swami)

Live from Camp X-Ray: CD
I really loved Rocket From The Crypt’s Circa Now album. I’ve had a copy of it for about eight years now. It spent a couple of years in my truck. It got stolen and I went out and bought another copy. That copy’s in my wife’s car right now. I still listen to it every month or so. I’ve also listened to the stuff they’ve released since then, but nothing compared to Circa Now. Mostly, I’d listen to their new releases and shrug them off as a band trying to chase too many trends or putting together a bunch of songs fit for the B-side of a forty-five without putting out any A-sides. Live from Camp X-Ray changes that. It takes RFTC back to their original sound, back to songs that can be at once melodic and haunting and infused with a good dose of straight ahead rock. But this album also blends together some of the elements that RFTC hasn’t been able to pull off too well over the past few albums – solid horns and pop-style catchiness – without letting those elements take over the sound. When you get down to it, this album is pretty exciting. I re-ignites my faith in RFTC, and, for the first time in years, one of their albums is back in heavy rotation around here.
–Sean Carswell (Swami)

City Sounds Number Five: 7"
At first, Rivethead sounds like a band that plays pop punk along the same lines as mid-nineties Lookout Records bands. The singer has the raw, smoked-too-many-cigarettes voice that’s not unlike Ben Weasel’s, and the melodies aren’t too far away from Green Day. I listened to this once, and figured that I wouldn’t listen to it any more. Something compelled me to give it another chance, and the second time I heard these songs, I started singing along. Not to the lyrics. Just mumbling similar sounds without noticing that I was doing it. Then, I started listening to this on a daily basis. I can’t say why. There’s just something more to this. It’s too rough to be generic pop punk. It’s too honest to be generic anything. On repeated listens, a more complex array of influences start showing their faces. I hear bits of The Strike here, a taste of the Arrivals there, and an aspiration of Dillinger Four hanging in the air over it all. It’s good stuff.
–Sean Carswell (Tracks House)

Lord of the Rim: CD
The fact that I found myself completely engrossed in reading the news that Lisa Marie Presley and Nicholas Cage are divorcing and totally ignoring the music coming outta my speakers while this was on does not say much about this release that can be construed as positive.
–Jimmy Alvarado (No address)

Earth: CD
Where the hell do I start? Am I being set up here? Is this some kind of hazing stunt, just cuz I'm the dopey new guy here? Rev. Nørb's a fellow Razorcaker, for crissakes, not to mention a punk rock icon of the loftiest cosmic heft. How does one even begin to approach Earth's Greatest Rocker? Well, first let me state: I consider the Good Reverend to be a national treasure, at very least on par with the hotly controversial Garrison Keillor. Nørb's tenure at MRR alone should garner him some sort of punk purple heart. He was, perhaps along with George Tabb and Mykel Board, the lone organ of humor at that mummified institution for years. But I'll be honest: I've always worried that Nørb might turn himself into the Soupy Sales or Tom Green of punk rock. Severe times demand rash acts of buffoonery, God knows. But Nørb is too valuable to deserve to be painted into a corner where he's trapped slapping himself in the face with lemon meringue pies over and over again for the rest of his days. I mean, how many punk icons turned themselves into cartoons? It's a staggering list with names like Sid Vicious, Darby Crash, El Duce – and the Bluto of punk, GG Allin – floating lifelessly around at the top. The Ramones were 100 % cartoon characters from the hey-ho-get-go. But maybe being a cartoon character is the noblest way out. Fuck. What do I know? I'm a jug-headed retard of such breathtaking insignificance that I'm not worthy of scrubbing Nørb's soiled clown noses. But the more I listen to this CD, the more I realize that my fears are unfounded – if only for the simple fact that Nørb isn't just slapstick and prat falls and funny outfits – there is a deucedly clever intellect at work here. The song "My Drums Are Cooler Than Shit" alone whisked away any doubts I might've have. Norb is sorta like a hyperactive Joey Ramone, if Joey had a brain bigger than a whoopee cushion and tackled lyrics having to do with theology, Einsteinian physics and the under appreciated value of male ejaculant. Yes, in the pantheon of Earth's goofball demigods, Rev. Nørb's place is secure. I'm just glad I got through this review without using the words "wacky" and "zany." Oops.
–aphid (Bulge)

Volume Plus Volume: CD
These angular chords and strangled vocals might someday grow on me, but I’m not going to doze off for twenty years so it can happen. This is typical emo. Although the musicianship seems slightly elevated above the teeming masses, these lads actually seem to be able to include semblances of melody lines in their dissonance and dynamics which puts them approximately one tight sweater ahead of the rest of their ilk when tallying up their scene points.
–Puckett (Dead Droid)

Time Bomb High School: CD
Hey now! It’s the first In The Red release I ever didn’t like. Utterly barren of the noise and energy I’ve always thought of as the label’s hallmarks, they remind me of the Lemonheads when they were even worse than before.
–Cuss Baxter (In The Red)

All Guns Poolside: CD
Man, I built up so much hate for everything that developed from the original New England youth crew scene I forgot how fucking good Youth of Today and some of the others were. Taking YOT and the Cro Mags as starting points and then not going anywhere else (except to the Bad Brains and Negative Approach for covers), R87 tears down the walls with the best NYHC I’ve heard in many years and so what if it’s retro? I’m already tired of the bandana refestival, so I’ll chew on this until someone starts a revival of the classic work of Kilslug.
–Cuss Baxter (Blackout!)

Hail the New Dawn: 7"
No, hater, it's not an interpretive 7" of the Skrewdriver album of the same name. It's lights-out, anger-eyed, hammer-thrown-to-kneecap, ulcer-throated pugilist LA hardcore that seems to end mere seconds after it starts, wanting all yuppies and trust funders dead on contact. You get war on a both sides, but on the B-side, there's a picture of cute kid, Henry, with a shampoo mohawk. Highly recommended. Not a wasted note, no fucking around, slowly reclaiming the word "hardcore" back to its original meaning. I picked up two copies. The special cover has a picture of Reagan sodomizing a hermaphrodite Thatcher. Sweet, sweet political blasphemy.
–Todd Taylor (625)

: Split LP
React: Situated midway between Harum Scarum and Discharge, you get the "we're all fucked, let's write songs about it" school, with bass-heavy drumming and tag teaming female-male voices. It gets antsy and crusty, growly, and remains fast, but the drums and guitars could have easily been taken directly from ten other albums I currently own and, frankly, don't listen to much any more. It made me really want to listen to Motorhead while their music had me thinking of a serious movie, like All's Quiet on the Western Front, acted out with Muppets. I wasn't quite feeling it how they intended. Spazm 151: Hardcore's a tough gig nowadays. It's a genre that's treated like it's over and done with, not only by the media, but 80 % of the bands that play it reflexively. I hear too many bands play straight-up Minor Threat of Youth of Today ripoffs, tooling those songs with as much verve as reciting the Gettysburg Address verbatim for a disinterested class. Spazm 151, although not reinventing the wheel, sound like they mean what they play and don’t come across like a Civil War reenactment battle done for benefit of tourists. Mean, angry, good stuff.
–Todd Taylor (13th Floor)

Complete Discography 1998-2000: CD
Two years of youth crew stuff compiled on one disc so you won’t have to spend all your McDonalds money on the original releases. Might be the punk rock generation gap finally rearing its ugly head, but I thought this was pretty lame. Then again, me knowing me the way I do, I would no doubt feel the same if I were fifteen again.
–Jimmy Alvarado (Martyr)

The Cheesestake Years: CD
Pretty typical redneck rock'n'roll here. A genre of music I'm akin to. However, this doesn't do much for me. It's not that it's bad, it's just not that good. There is nothing to reel me in and make me start tapping my feet or bobbing my head. Sounds like a second rate Antiseen.
–Toby Tober (Steel Cage)

Too Tough to Die: CD
With this eighth studio release, the Ramones came back to plant their flag in the asses of lame imitators, showing that they’ve always had a hard edge, and this LP has more than declared that to be true. With the Rhino re-issue of Too Tough, you don’t only get this reclamation of the Ramones roots, but a whole lotta bonus offerings like demo versions of a bunch of the LP’s cuts. Also included here are the Dee Dee vocal versions of “Planet Earth 1988," “Danger Zone," and “Too Tough to Die," which will want to make you start a pit on the freeway with your vehicle. And let me just add that the Dee Dee vocal versions add a new dimension to these songs, not that Joey wasn’t fucking key to begin with, ‘cause he always was. Some U.K. b-side singles “Smash You” and the Stones cover of “Street Fighting Man” are here, too, as well as the unreleased “Out of Here” and “I’m Not an Answer." Every time I throw Too Tough on the stereo it reminds me how the Ramones kicked off their live shows with “Durango 95” from this LP. Magic. Absolute fucking magic.
–Designated Dale (Rhino)

Subterranean Jungle: CD
It’s so fucking cool to see Rhino re-issue this, ‘cause when the Ramones originally released Jungle back in 1983, it ended up being their most lowest-selling LP to date, thus making it a bit collectible being that there were not a whole lot of copies to be re-pressed. Anyone who discounts this record is up to their tonsils in their own shit, ‘cause Jungle still holds its own to this day with Dee Dee’s “Time Bomb," “Highest Trails Above," “In the Park," “Outsider," and his collaboration with Johnny, “Psycho Therapy." It’s no one’s fault but the listeners that this LP isn’t considered one of their “favorites." I personally love each and every Ramones slab differently – but always unconditionally – because they consistently put out great albums. No, don’t argue – it's not an opinion. It’s a fact. Fuck you very much. The bonus cuts here on Jungle, by far, are some of the most rockin’ unreleased demos included with these Ramones re-issues, especially “Bumming Along," which could have easily been put on the original Jungle release. That song’s pure, unharnessed, locomotive-driven Ramones power, I’m telling ya. Other unreleased tracks are “New Girl in Town," “No One to Blame," “Roots of Hatred," and “Unhappy Girl." There’s also the original mix of “Indian Giver” and an acoustic version of the Jungle cut, “My-My Kind of Girl." If you don’t own this already, Rhino’s definitely throwing you a bone, so go grab it, or you can massage my bone, fucko.
–Designated Dale (Rhino)

Self-titled: CD
I’m actually surprised that no one here at the ’Cake didn’t take a second or two to review any of the Ramones re-issues that Rhino put out. Since the last eighteen months or so, Rhino has re-packaged the first eight LPs of Ramones studio fury, and I’ve felt like Howard Stern at a girly-girl lesbian convention ever since. The first four CDs hit the shelves in 2001 and the next four discs in 2002. Being thee unconditional fan of the brothers Ramone, I’m gonna take some time here to tell all you sacrilegious simps who haven’t picked this up yet (or any of the others) just what you’re missing out on. Besides all fourteen songs of the original LP re-mastered and roaring out of the stereo, you get early demos of some of this LP’s cuts and a coupla unreleased tracks that were on the All The Stuff & More Volume One re-issue. Also included is an early demo of “You Should Never Have Opened That Door,” later on their second release, Leave Home, and the 7” version of “Blitzkrieg Bop,” which has a wonderful live essence to Joey’s vocal track. The booklet with the disc, as with all the booklets included with these Ramones re-issues, contain pics, history of the album’s creation, and complete lyrics. In this particular booklet, there are some pics that make it amazing to believe that the same Ramones’ debut that hit the world some twenty-seven years ago is still wowing new fans today. Fuckin’-A, it does. Rhino even took the paper tracking labels from the original vinyl records and screened them right onto all these re-issue CDs themselves. Too fucking cool. If this record isn’t already in the “R” section of your vinyl collection, Rhino is giving you a second lease on life to get one of the best reasons to listen to one of the best things to happen to rock'n'roll.
–Designated Dale (Rhino)

Pleasant Dreams: CD
The sixth Ramones LP, gloriously re-issued with an assload of demos to boot. Demo cuts include a 1981 version of “Touring” which was re-recorded for the 1992 LP, Mondo Bizarro and an alternate version of the Get Crazy soundtrack cut, “Chop Suey." There’s the demo version of “I Can’t Get You Outta My Mind," which was re-recorded for the 1989 Brain Drain LP later on. And then there’s the unreleased cuts: “Kicks to Try," “Sleeping Troubles," “Stares in This Town," and “I’m Not An answer." The disc tray even has the original LP cover artwork that was to be for the album. This is yet another classic Ramones slab that was easily overlooked. Just listen to “All’s Quiet on the Eastern Front," “You Didn’t Mean Anything to Me," or “She’s a Sensation," not to mention “We Want the Airwaves” and “The KKK Took My Baby Away." I’ll bet dollars to Homer Simpson’s donuts that the blood'll start pulsing rapidly through that jaded heart of yours. Play loud!
–Designated Dale (Rhino)

End of the Century: CD
This is Rhino’s re-issue of the terribly underrated fifth Ramones LP, originally brought unto fans from one Phil Spector back in 1979. I defy anyone to listen to “This Ain’t Havana," “All The Way," “I Can’t Make It On Time," or “Let’s Go” and not feel the need to pogo. This is also the LP that brought such live-set staples like “Do You Remember Rock ‘N’ Roll Radio?” as well as “Rock ‘N’ Roll High School” and “Chinese Rock." The bonus cuts here are really happenin’ with demo versions of certain “Century” cuts, especially the bitchin’ version of “Danny Says." Also included is the unreleased “Please Don’t Leave” demo and the soundtrack version of “Rock ‘N’ Roll High School." Like crack, this record was always quite addictive, and now with this re-ish, I’m really hooked, and if you ain’t, that makes you a crack hooker. So there.
–Designated Dale (Rhino)

Road to Ruin: CD
This is the Ramones' fourth LP in Rhino’s series of re-introducing America’s band to a new generation, as well as making old fans smile even more. This shine, shine, SHINES. Yeah, fuck, I know – this is the LP that includes “I Wanna Be Sedated.” But it’s also the LP that houses “Go Mental,” “Bad Brain,” “I Don’t Want You,” “She’s the One,” “I Just Want to Have Something to Do,” and possibly one of the most perfect Ramones songs ever laid down on a studio reel, “I’m Against It.” This is also the LP that showed the world that the Ramones were capable of handling ballad-type-crooners, like the near-perfect “Questioningly” and their cover of “Needles & Pins.” Bonus cuts here include producer Ed Stasium-recorded versions of “I Want You Around” and “Rock ‘N Roll High School.” The live five-song medley from the film, “Rock ‘N Roll High School” is here, too, as well as an unreleased demo, “Come Back, She Cried A.K.A. I Walk Out” and the demo, “Yea, Yea” from the All The Stuff & More Volume 2 reissue. God DAMN, I love this record. Share the love, people, share the love.
–Designated Dale (Rhino)

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