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26 BEERS:
Self-titled: CD
Mainly because of the vocals, it’s something that would fit between Filth and Nine Shocks Terror some of the time. It’s metal of the epic variety with some hardcore influence most of the time. –Vincent Battilana (Rodent Popsicle)


INTELLIGENCE, THE:
Boredom and Terror: CD
Arty, lo-fi synth noise with programmed drums, unleashed from the mind of the A-Frames’ drummer. The whole thing has the vibe of a tape you might make in your bedroom and give to all your friends for a laugh. Interesting racket here, but I doubt it would get a second listen. –Jimmy Alvarado (Omnibus)


INSTANT AGONY:
Not My Religion: 7
These lads hail from the UK and this is on Punk Core records. So what you’re getting this time is a three-song 7” that reminds me a lot of GBH’s early-to-mid period records. Not a bad release at all. If you’re a fan of Punk Core, definitely get this ‘cause you won’t be disappointed. –Guest Contributor (Punk Core)


INDEPENDENTS, THE:
Full Moon Arise: CD

Misfits clone band #3,428,137. This one incorporates ska into the opening track.

–Jimmy Alvarado (Fast Music)


HUNTINGTONS:
self-titled: CD
What we have here, folks, is middle of the road pop punk music that owes its existence to The Ramones first and foremost. Besides that, didn’t The Queers already do this? The Mr. T. Experience? These bands are a dime a dozen these days. Can you hear that change clanging in my pocket? Probably not since I cut a hole in it and let ‘em all spill out all over the ground. I’ve got no use for music like this, maybe you do. Feel free to pick up that dime on the ground. –greg (Fastmusic)


HUKEDICHT:
United Horror of Rock N’ Roll: CD
It’s sitting at the tip of my tongue of what band this reminds me of. It just eludes me like a job I actually enjoy. Well, I can tell you one thing: this is some kick ass garage punk from Switzerland. They bang with conviction while they carry out playing some fine melodies. They also speed things up at points to make you feel like you are flying down the road ignoring all caution. I thought this was going to be another horror rock band mimicking the Misfits. Putting them up against the modern day Misfits, these guys would embarrass them into quitting music. They have the knack of writing a catchy tune. Included in the packaging is a thin piece of steel to make having this package sent to you cost more in postage. That is sure nice of them! –Donofthedead (Earforce)


HORROR POPS:
Hell Yeah: CD
This sucks in ways I can’t even begin to get into. Suffice it to say that this is the psychobilly equivalent of the kiddie-punk swill you hear on the radio, with a dash of ska thrown in to make it all the more accessible. About as threatening and edgy as a No Doubt record. –Jimmy Alvarado (Hellcat)


HIGH TONE SON OF A BITCH:
Better You Than Me: CD-EP
This is quite possibly the worst metal album since Heavy Metal Thunder by Saxon. –Josh (Unknown Controller)


HEARTBREAK ENGINES:
Good Drinks, Good Butts, Good Fellows: CD
Rockabilly for guys who strike a chord with CD titles that may be interpreted as a calling to being homosexual but too macho to believe it or people who really dig Tiger Army and the Nekromantix. –Donofthedead (I Used to Fuck People like You in Prison)


HALLOMASS:
self-titled: CD-EP
Taking into account the band name, the face paint, and a song title lifted from a horror novel, this screamed “Misfits clone,” but they weren’t, surprisingly. Their vaguely poppy garage demo of punk-cum-college sound falls flatter than one would hope, but they nevertheless get an A+ for not blindly worshipping at the altar of Danzig. –Jimmy Alvarado (OBZ)


GRABBIES, THE:
I Wanna Be Blind: 7
Punk as Hate from Italy via San Francisco that’s full of relentless dumb-brute energy that chases its own tail around and around in the most beautifully idiotic way. Sort of a lo-fi version of the Rocking Dildos. Shlocky, fast ‘tard punk with racing guitars and an indecipherable vocalist who sounds like a tiny, infuriated Popeye impaled on a fondue fork, all on lovely dead-fingernail grey vinyl. I think I love this band. –aphid (Proud to be Idiot)


GONER:
How Good We Had It: CD
First off, since this band has the same name as what I would consider one of the better record labels to commit music to vinyl, they had big shoes to fill before I even heard what they sounded like. Also, if you are going to call anything Goner, be convincing! Instead, I feel that the singer got dumped by his college girlfriend and started a band. It’s too wimpy for me, but I like music that makes me question if my speakers are blown or if my needle needs to be replaced. –Guest Contributor (Bifocal Media)


GITS, THE:
Enter the Conquering Chicken: CD
Wow, this takes me back. Although the Gits were one of those bands I never got around to listening to back when they were originally making the rounds, I do remember them being the big cheese in the scene, as well as the shockwave that hit when their singer, Mia, was murdered a decade ago. Listening to this now, I can’t help but wonder where they might have ended up had her life not ended so abruptly ‘cause they were quite proficient at what they did. Although songs like “New Fast One” and “Sign of the Crab” show an ability to punk things up with ease, there’s also a bar band undercurrent to the proceedings as well, sorta like a grungier Big Brother and the Holding Company. Tacked onto this reissue are some additional live tracks showing they could pull off live the quality of work they put into their studio recordings. Poignant, but a good listen if you’re in the mood for something a little different. –Jimmy Alvarado (Broken Rekids)


GAY, THE:
You Know the Rules: CD
Cutesy girlie pop that simultaneously made my toes curl, my stomach turn and my head miss the Runaways that much more. –Jimmy Alvarado (Mint)


GAY TASTEE:
Gayest Hits: 2xCD
I can’t believe someone spent the money to put out a double CD of this shit! The worst part of it, I’m having to listen to it! Sounds like a boombox recording of a bi-polar street musician. –Donofthedead (Hoex)


FUSTY LUGS:
6-song demo: CD-R
According to the letter that came along with this demo, these six songs were intended to be on an EP called Rock... and a Hard Place and the cover art was gonna be “a cut and paste of hard dicks playing instruments (because dicks are always funny).” So, with a cover letter like that, how could I not listen to the demo? Luckily, these six songs were a pleasant surprise: fast and tight enough to be called hardcore, drunk and funny enough (or I assume they’re funny; I can’t hear the words but the singer sings like he’s cracking himself up) to be called punk. The guitarist and sometimes singer of Cocaine Piñata is in this band (that means something to about five people). He’s the one who wrote the letter. He was also bummed that the Knockout Pills didn’t mention the Fusty Lugs in the interview that ran in Razorcake #15, but the truth is, they did. I didn’t include it in the interview because, when I was transcribing it, I couldn’t quite make the words out. I was thinking, what did he just say? Rusty Shrugs? Busty Hugs? Lusty Tugs? Oh, fuck it. Anyway, I would say there’s something in the water in Tucson that makes for some pretty fucking solid punk rock, but there’s no water in Tucson. It’s a desert. I don’t know what makes the Tucson punk so good, but I’m glad they’re all sending me their demos –Sean Carswell (fustynixon@yahoo.com)


FUSE!, THE:
The Fisherman’s Wife: CD
Admittedly, The Fuse! are arty and pretentious, and normally I hate that, but if you bring on this much rock, I’m willing to forgive almost anything. At their best, The Fuse! remind me of The Cows, making noise sound better than noise should. The comparison ends there, though, because The Fuse! don’t stray from your basic song structures nearly as much as The Cows did. At their worst, The Fuse! sound like they’re trying to resurrect the MC 5, but they don’t slide into those moments too often, and you really can’t accuse them of being a knockoff or of chasing any trends. There’s a lot of room for originality left between The Cows and the MC 5, and The Fuse! are taking up that room. This is the kind of album that’ll make you turn it up until your speakers are blown out. Luckily, the way it was recorded makes this album sound like it’s playing through blown out speakers already. I’m still not sure if that’s a good thing, but I’m sure that this is an album that I’m listening to a lot these days. –Sean Carswell (In the Red)


FUCK YEAHS, THE:
Self-Titled: 7"
This is way fucking overdue. For those unfortunates living outside the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul, the Fuck Yeahs have been throwing guitars at each other and getting banned from bars since 1997 or so and all the while playing some of the most infectious “good time” punk rock around. They used to bill themselves as “three chord punk from the land of sky-blue waters” – an apt description as well as a nod to Hamm’s, their favorite beer at the time. Their charm for me has always been like that of a gang of attention deficit kids – the kind back in grade school who would eat play-doh and smear big goopy boogers on the wall to spell out their name – all wired up on SweetTarts and Mountain Dew. They even have a song called “Ritalin,” which is a tip-off right there. Snotty and bratty, but catchy and tight-as-fuck too. Imagine a more revved-up version of the Groovie Ghoulies with chunkier guitars and a drum wizard from Dimension Z. Hopefully this is only the first of many releases to come from this band of happy-go-lucky spazzes. –aphid (Learning Curve)


FRISK, THE:
Audio Ransom Note: CD
Another near miss to these ears here. Like the lyrics a lot, especially the use of alliteration, and I appreciate the attempt to do something different from the norm, but this sounds like the Freeze fucking Guttermouth in all the wrong ways. I really wanted to like this, but I… just… can’t –Jimmy Alvarado (Adeline)


FORGE:
Bring on the Apocalypse: CD
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FIXED IDEA:
Chuco Life XXIV: CD
This has two strikes against it right from the get-go: 1) Ska tunes, 2) The “vato loco” vibe they’re trying to play up here. The whole mystique surrounding the Chicano gang subculture, especially when it comes to the entertainment industry, is nothing more than the Brown equivalent of the minstrel and the inherent “circus music” quality in ska is surprisingly appropriate here. Fuck, you could’ve spent all the time and effort you put into your songs educating those exposed to your music about the good things about the culture instead of reinforcing the stereotype that we are all ignorant criminals. Parade around like a bunch of payasos if you want, but this is one Chicano who won’t be smiling. –Jimmy Alvarado (no address)


FAT ASS:
We Have Come For Your Mothers: CD
So I’m sitting here wading through some bottom-of-the-barrel reject discs I’ve been putting off reviewing for this issue and I come upon this buried in the crap I’ve scooped up. Depressed and more than a little punchy, thanks to the long line of affected college boys who have vented their politically correct rage into my ear over the course of the previous fifteen releases I’ve listened to today, I look at the cover, grunt, place the disc in the stereo and hit “play,” bracing myself for the pop punk onslaught that will no doubt come belching forth from my speakers. Much to my surprise, what came from said speakers if some prime-rate punk rock that sent my depression scampering for the hills. “Man, I needed this,” I say to myself as I crank it up to eleven. Fuck comparisons, this is just one of them discs that just rocks and nothing more need be said about it. A glance at the “thank you” notes on the inside reveals a Razorcake mention and I think how symbiotic that is – we Razorcakers only dig the finest in music and, in turn, are thanked by only the finest of bands. –Jimmy Alvarado (Diaphragm)


FARCES WANNA MO:
If Not Why Not?: CD
Serious nerd-out from 29 Palms, CA. First track: “Grammarchy,” a discourse on language to the tune of “Anarchy in the UK” (barely). Others include “Who’s Got Time to Build Infrastructure?”, “Here is a Cake,” “Bela Lugosi Loves Honky-Tonkin’” and “If the Egges Don’t Cooke.” It’s a huge mess of samples, talking, countless musical styles, and goofy nuttiness. Brings to mind the stuff on Eerie Materials, a label that put out scads of weird homemade weirdness (is it still around?), or maybe a Negativland-obsessed Sockeye. Must get pretty boring out there in the desert. (Incidentally, I saw another Farces Wanna Mo CD at the Children’s Hospital thrift store yesterday. I didn’t buy it.) –Cuss Baxter (My X-Lover)


EXPLODING FUCK DOLLS, THE:
Here’s to Your Fuck: CD
Career retrospective of a band that had Duane Peters in it about ten years ago. Sixteen songs from 1998-92 (reverse chrono order) sounding very much like a SoCal Clash or Sex Pistols. My guess is they were probably a lot more interesting to watch than listen to; some video would have been nice, but I reckon it’ll bring back some pleasant memories for those who did see them. –Cuss Baxter (no label)


EVIL BEAVER:
Pleased to Eat You: CD
Well, I have to say that this CD got my attention very quickly with not only the band name and album title, but the song titles and the fact that there were two attractive ladies on the CD sleeve as well. When I popped it in, however, it was something I wasn’t expecting. I was all ready to hear some low brow porn/thrash/metal/punk a la Stool Sample or something like it. This turned out to be more of an emo/metal CD. I’m not too familiar with this genre so I will have to take some steps back to compare it to what I remember. Grunge is the first word that pops into my head. For instance, if this was 1993, they would have no trouble getting signed to Sub Pop. It’s got a deep, fuzzy sound with decent female vocals singing melodically at times and angry and others. This appears to be two females, one on drums and one on bass. No guitar. It’s not absolutely terrible, but I think this first listen will be its last. –Toby Tober (Johann’s Face)


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