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SLIKMIG:
Jesus Online: CD
Wizo comes to mind because these guys, I think, are from Germany. They play melodicore mixed with some ska at points. I wish they would have sung in their native language instead of English. I probably would have liked it more. –Donofthedead (Slaughter Productions)


SKARFACE:
Best & Next: CD
Half a greatest hits package that either has been re-mixed or re-recorded and half new songs. These French bad asses know how to play that two-tone ska. They mix the ska with a working class attitude that crosses genres of fans. I am assuming that they have been around since the early nineties. They are still together after that horrible period when there was a large influx of ska bands during the mid to late nineties. The good ones always come to the surface after the imposters drown. Fun! –Donofthedead (Mad Butcher)


SHRINKS, THE:
My Minds Gone: 7"
Essentially this is the Trust Fund Babies with Mundo (ex- Workiní Stiffs) on the geetar. Killed By Death style punk on a hell bent search for a good time. Tightly wound, but loose just the same. Like a high strung paranoid crashing after a weekend of white crosses. Thereís an extra unlisted track with a different vocalist as well. –Matt Average (Radio)


SHRINKS, THE:
My Minds Gone:
Super hot set of four Rip Off-styled mongolisms. All method, no message Ė thereís something to be said for purity of vision, and itís ďfuck, yeah!" –Cuss Baxter (Radio)


SHOOTER MCGAVIN:
Saving the Day:
These cats reminded me a tiny bit of that one and only outfit known as The Other, yet come nowhere close. In fact, no other band has. Skip this and go track down The Otherís CD. Trust me on this. Depending on your sex, youíll either be pitching a tent or getting wet as a mop upon hearing The Other. Sorry, Shooter Mcgavin guys, this just donít do the above mentioned for me. –Designated Dale (jizzysheets@yahoo.co.uk)


SILKWORM:
Italian Platinum: CD
Indie rock that just ainít doiní it for me. –Jimmy Alvarado (Touch and Go)


SEX SEX SEX:
Like Crows on the Slaughterhouse Fence: CD
The Misfits decide to play Swedish punkíníroll and let a four-year-old write their lyrics. Throw away the lyric sheet and rock out. –Jimmy Alvarado (NDN)


SCARS OF TOMORROW:
All Things Change: CD
Booyah! Death metal played like it is a rock opera. Cookie monster vocals over crunching guitars that have almost a ballad feeling to it. The riffs are very eighties in the progressive kind of way. Double bass drums pounding into your chest to emphasize the tribal beat. Pounding yet beautiful and energetic in a spastic way. –Donofthedead (Thorp)


SATANIC SURFERS:
Unconsciously Confined: CD
Dude, what the fuck?!? With a name like Satanic Surfers, the last thing youíd expect is lame, emo-infused popcore. Ugh, now I feel all dirty. Another weekís worth of showers with a steel brush. Thanks, guys. –Jimmy Alvarado (Bad Taste)


RUNNER:
The Goods: CD
I suspect Runner are a good garage band that recorded an album when they were drunk and nobody was looking. –rich (Sick Room)


RITCHIE WHITES, THE:
Snitches Get Stitches: CD
Rockíníroll in punk clothing. Not very thrilling. Sorry. –Jimmy Alvarado (TKO)


RIFFS, THE:
Dead End Dreams: CD
I canít believe how quickly I warmed to this record and how good some of these songs are. Itís a weird blend of hooky guitars and Iím-so-fucked-up-let-me-get-thru-this-song lyrics from Portland of all places. They arenít the most original songs, and itís not the most original sound. But itís the first time Iíve heard this style of music with this style of singing. And it works. I like it a lot, and I bet you will, too. –jim (TKO)


RICHMOND SLUTS, THE:
Sweet Something b/w Sad City:
Mid-tempo classic rock/punk thatís dancey and prances around. Sorta like where the Dead Boys mixed darkness and blood into slower songs like ďAinít It Fun,Ē these guys do with light and smoke, fluffed up with an organ and shaker eggs. On a seemingly completely irrelevant note, their shaggy bowl, mousse-erect haircuts scare me, but they do parallel the music Ė meticulously fucked up (messy/clean), and highly stylized. Not a total Rolling Stones wannabe, either, but Mick Jaggerís and Keith Richardsí soundprints are all over this, too. Pretty good. –Todd Taylor (Disaster)


RANDY:
Cheater: CDEP
I canít stand bands with good intentions but sound like theyíre slowly putting a pole up the audienceís collective ass. Randy is not one of them. With the legions of Hives insta-fans, a quick way to test their grit is to ask Ďem about Randy, Ďcause anyone up on Swedish-fuckiní-rock will attest to this four-pieceís ability to slay some serious musical dragons. They go right to the rockíníroll wellspring and hearken back Chuck Berry more than occasionally. I donít want to parallel the Hives too much, but this EP is sorta confusing, like the Hivesís Hate To Say I Told You So three-song CDEP, which had two previously released tracks. Cheater contains an already released song off their last album, The Human Atom Bombs, two songs off their CD single, I Donít Need Love, and the title song thatís also on the newest Epitaph comp Ė so thereís only two songs exclusive to this release. Song origins aside, Randy plays crisp, intentionally lo-fi recorded rockíníroll that covers topics between straight-up social consciousness (theyíve had tracks on AK Press comps) to just having fun and hanging out. I like that theyíre brash and not stodgy. I like the fact that they totally deny releasing a ska 7Ē that is long out of print. Randyís songs are so good that when co-creator of this here magazine and I are listening to Ďem on his truck stereo after getting home, weíll sit with the engine running until the song ends, then go about our business. It just wouldnít be right to leave a song half played. I mean, shit, what do I have to do thatís so important to mess with the magic of rockíníroll? Powerful good. –Todd Taylor (G-7 Welcoming Committee)


PUT-ONS, THE:
self-titled: CD
So, every time I get a record from a So Cal label I havenít heard of, I think, ďThis must be on some weird major label subsidiary.Ē I did some investigating and couldnít find that information, but I did discover that the web-page for Manic Records has an ad and a link to everyoneís favorite store, Hot Topic. Apparently, they also do a magazine called Manic. I couldnít read it online, but I did see plenty of photos of pro skater boys and girls in halter tops. Lame. Musically, this is pretty standard nineties type power pop. Nothing special here. Oh well. If this was a cereal, itíd be Unfrosted Mini-Wheats. Yawn. –Maddy (Manic)


RC5:
American RockíníRoll: CD
Punk rock and roll for the masses who canít seem to get enough of this genre. Fans of Zeke, New Bomb Turks, and the like will find this in heavy rotation. The RC5 pay homage to the MC5 with their take of ďAmerican Ruse.Ē Thereís even a song called ďCandy Snatcher,Ē and rightfully so, because The Candy Snatchers are still the creepy kings of punk-influenced rockíníroll, hands fucking down. –Designated Dale (Twenty Stone Blatt)


RETOX:
Last Call: CD
Snappy hardcore thatís pretty strong in the music department with, judging from the song titles, a lyrical obsession with beer and weed. Theyíre astute riff thieves, biting shit from everyone from Rush to the Bad Brains, and they get away with it for the most part. –Jimmy Alvarado (Malt Soda)


PUPILS, THE:
self-titled: CD
Mostly mellow two-man band. They sometimes sound like theyíre on the verge of busting out and raising a righteous ruckus, but it just never seems to happen. In short, no big whoop. –Jimmy Alvarado (Dischord)


PRETTY GIRLS MAKE GRAVES:
Good Health: CD
I like this. Itís got that frenetic, about-to-pop-but-donít-worry-everythingís-under-control feel of At the Drive-In. Itís complex but not confusing. They donít forget to always propel their songs forward to keep the ass a-wiggliní and the heads a-bobbiní. Itís also good because they donít shy away from the occasional tantrum and use a synthesizer in a way that doesnít suck scrote. The guitars scream down from far away mountains and tackle each other, like head-butting rams. Solid, exciting, repeated thuds. All the songs topple and spin and shoot around constantly like a perfect play on a really good pinball game (like Monster Mash). The female-fronted vocals add to the texture, watershed the harmonies, and then sprays them back out so the album seems to be dripping all around you like a fine mist when itís on the stereo, permeating everything it touches. Exciting stuff. For what itís worth, the bassist used to be in the Murder City Devils. Sounds nothing like Ďem. –Todd Taylor (Lookout)


PORNSTORE JANITOR:
Porn Again: CD
Really good musical melding of the Dwarves and early Poison Idea, but their weak attempts and shock value are unnecessary and boring. Damn good thing they were smart enough not to include a lyric sheet. –Jimmy Alvarado (Scooch Pooch)


PRIESTS, THE:
Streetwalker: CD
Should I break it to them or should you? ďThe Makers already exist.Ē –Namella J. Kim (Garage Pop)


PITCH BLACK:
self-titled: CD
I was really hoping I was going to like this. I heard something about a guy from the Nerve Agents was in this band. I heard a few tracks by the latter band and thought it wasnít half bad. This release rubs me in the wrong way. Itís like having your underwear stuck up your ass, soaking up the sweat while you are trying to run down the street. Not horrific, just not my cup of tea. I would say that it is a mixture of the current TSOL meets a non-psychobilly Tiger Army mixed with some AFI. –Donofthedead (Revelation)


PIRHANAS:
self-titled: CD

This, apparently, is a re-release of their first album with tracks from a single and a radio ad tacked on for good measure. The music is crazed, chaotic trash rock that causes headaches in all the right ways.

–Jimmy Alvarado (On/On Switch)


OXYMORON:
Feed the Breed: CD
This is a lot happier music than you would expect to come from the surly looking guys in the pictures. That is, the three almost identical group shots. Nothing wrong with that, really, just not the most interesting design they could have come up with, and I am somewhat concerned that the members of this band cannot change the expressions on their faces. Very catchy sing along Oi/street punk, the songs are all set up so that I envision circle pits during verses and everyone singing along in a pile during shows. (Well, yeah, thatís what happened when I saw these guys.) Musically upbeat working class anthems with pissed off lyrics and a straight ahead rock and roll spine. –rich (GMM)


OXBOW:
An Evil Heat: CD
A record that starts with a couple of songs of Beefheart-fronts-EyeHateGod and then ambles off into kind of a noisy ambient wasteland of thematic jams and non-moshable pure weight. Seems like a great record to take drugs to, or to play and try to convince yourself youíre on drugs. Iím thinking of Robitussin, specifically, but Iím not trying to tell you what to do. I didnít get any packaging, so I canít say whoís in it, but those Neurosis fellows have done some pretty out-there shit lately and itís on their label and I tell you it fits. Ought to be a soundtrack for something. –Cuss Baxter (Neurot)


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