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CHRIS WOLLARD & THE SHIP THIEVES:
Self-titled: CD
This record is a prime example of why I don’t like reviewers who half listen to a record once and knock out a short paragraph review. Especially when that review is negative. If I had written this the first time I listened to this record, I would have given it a completely different review. I’m a big fan of Chris Wollard’s voice and songwriting. I’d easily say I like his post-Hot Water Music work over that of Chuck Ragan’s. Nothing against Chuck, but I’ve thrown on The Draft’s LP many more times than any of Chuck’s records. However, I was a bit taken aback by how different Chris sounds on this record. The song writing is easily recognized, but the tempo is slower and he’s operating on a lower register. I put this in a five disc changer after listening to it by itself a few times and let it come up in the mix at random. That’s when I was really able to appreciate this for what it is on its own merits instead of my expectations. These songs come from the same shafts Evan Dando mines on his best days and shines through the same holes in the canopy that Elliott Smith’s greatest moments did. It covers a lot of the heartbreak and “good times are killing me” ground you’d expect from Chris and the previously mentioned artists without making you want to kill yourself at the end of it. This might be a one-off solo project, but each song is finely crafted and stands on its own. Separate from Chris’s past musical entanglements. Chris did what all musicians in famous bands who do solo records should do. He made a record in his own voice that differs from his other bands but comes up with the goods as far as the songs go. Too many people either make albums that sound exactly like their main band or attempt to shoot so far in to the opposite end of the spectrum as possible. Chris found the middle ground here and it pays for those who take the time to appreciate the effort. –Steveo (No Idea)


VARIOUS ARTISTS:
BRYCCHouse Benefit Compilation: CD
A benefit for a youth cultural center located in Kentucky, this is a pretty decent outing as far as benefit comps go. While I’m not enthused by the ska and emo entries, the sounds are pretty widely varied, from the above mentioned styles to acoustic to hardcore to art damage and so on, and the quality of the tracks is consistently high. Featured artists include Chumbawamba, IN DK, Kung Fu Rick, Noam Chomsky, A National Acrobat, Truce, and others. Not a bad listen. –jimmy (BRYCCHouse)


UNDISPUTED HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONS:
Stay Down: CD
Sometimes I wonder if my trying to trade in crappy CDs like this for better ones might be ruining my reputation. I mean sure, I’m a reviewer and all, but I would imagine most would think I willingly sought out this unholy garbage. Last time I went in to trade, I coulda swore the guy behind the counter looked at me kinda funny as he flipped through the eighteenth emo CD I inadvertently picked up outta the review pile. Maybe I should just stop trying to trade ‘em in and go back to giving out as Christmas presents to people who owe me money and chucking them at annoying pigeons like I used to. Oh yeah, this disc sucked pretty hard. –jimmy (Undisputed Heavyweight Champions)


UK SUBS / NATIONAL RAZOR F.D.I.C.:
Gruesome Twosome, Vol. 1: CD
O.K. You all know who the UK Subs are. Harper and Garrat are both present for this current lineup. These Brits have a classic pedigree, but I’ve got to say that I’m not a fan of their current output. A couple of these songs aren’t bad, but there are poppy elements that annoy me. Also, I could do without the reggae. The Clash and the Bad Brains could pull it off in their respective heydays, but those were different bands and different times. Here it just sounds silly. I’ve never heard National Razor before, but to me it sounds like pretty typical street punk of the poppy variety. They remind me of a less interesting, less sophisticated Swingin’ Utters. Sorry guys, not memorable for me. –Yemin –Guest Contributor (Morphius)


TOM WAITS:
Blood Money: CD
When I listen to Tom Waits albums, often find myself making up little movies in my head. For this one, my little cerebral cinema presents a melodrama about a gritty 1920s New York neighborhood, where there’re equal parts danger and beauty awaiting the unsuspecting. Of course by the end of the disc, all the characters in my cranial cinematic masterpiece have been eaten by giant pigeons with clown makeup on and the heroes have all checked into Betty Ford’s clinic some fifty or sixty years before it even exists, and I blame this wholly weird turn of events on the music itself. Fans of Bone Machine and similar albums will be glad to know that Waits is no less eclectic and psychotic on this latest effort, alternating vocally between gruff woofing, wheezy bar crooner and sometimes nearly achieving a “normal” quality to his woefully abused pipes. They will also be glad to know that this is a solid album, where the wild eclecticism accentuates rather than distracts the listener and draws him into worlds not often visited by the normal, or at least remotely sane. My next project is to rent a copy of City of Lost Children, turn the sound down and see how well this fits as a soundtrack. So recommended it ain’t funny. –jimmy (Anti/Epitaph)


TOMMY AND THE TERRORS:
self-titled: 7”
Pissed-off street punk that will have you barking along in no time with cuts like “What About Me?” and “Outbound.” I’m imagining that Tommy and the Terrors tend to stir it up live at their shows from the sounds of this lil’ slab of tuneage. Until then, I can only crank this monster up on the stereo and knock people down my stairs who don’t find this appealing and/or coming up those same stairs to complain. –dale (Rodent Popsicle)


TOYS THAT KILL / THE RAGIN’ HORMONES:
split: 7”
Toys That Kill have yet to disappoint. They’re stealthy. If you listen with a lazy ear, they may sound merely spastic, a little retarded, but with repeated listens – as opposed to bands like The Vandals and Guttermouth who revel in being booger-eatin’ morons with cryogenically frozen minds of twelve-year-olds – their smartypants quotient becomes apparent. Their songs never lull, stutter step, or miscalculate. I can hear flashes and snaps of Cheap Trick, Psychedelic Furs, and “I know that song”-ness amplified, messed with, and groomed in their own style. I’m not saying they’re geniuses, but the lyrics and music combined reinforce the idea that this is, indeed, a band that doesn’t have to be flashy and doesn’t have to use big words and confusing artshit to continue on a unique path, one that I’m happy to listen to over and over again. Included are two songs that aren’t on their highly recommended CD, The Citizen Abortion: “Run From Love” and “Birds in Catsuits.” The Ragin’ Hormones – if Chuck Berry was dead, this would be like watching a band piss in his mouth at the funeral. So awful I don’t even want to comment on it. –todd (Stardumb)


TOTIMOSHI:
Mysterioso: CD
Some more swell noise from these guys. Imagine High on Fire covering Nirvana’s Bleach and you ain’t too far outta the ballpark. Just the right amount of volume to be rockin’, the right amount of derivation to be familiar and the right amount of originality to be worth listening to. –jimmy (Berserker)


TRISTEZA:
self-titled: 12”
The sound floats into the air and hangs as all these elements float about and build upon one another. At times the compositions seem repetitious, but listen closer and you’ll discover many layers under the surface. Brass and woodwinds snaking about, guitars skittering through fluid-like bass lines and swoops. Ambient music that can be quiet and loud all at once. The drumming can be subdued while a baritone sax borders on skronk, and in the background you can hear the sound of space. –Matt Average (Gravity)


TIGERBEAT:
self-titled: 7”
Moody garage rock that did fuckall for this listener. –jimmy (Fanboy)


THOUGHT RIOT:
Shattered Mirror Syndrome: CD
It’s kinda of ironic to me that this band is on A-F Records. The first two songs, I thought they sounded like Anti-Flag and AFI. See the irony? They need to change their name to incorporate the “A” and “F.” Musically and vocally, the AFI reference is stronger but the ideology is more Anti-Flag. Solid production in line with both bands referenced. The songs are darn right catchy. Promoted right, this band should achieve a following similar to the referenced bands. I was quite pleased with what was presented to me. –don (A-F)


TOM WAITS:
Alice: CD
According to what I can find about this and the other new Waits album, this is the first official recording of an opera Waits co-wrote in the early nineties with his wife and frequent collaborator Kathleen Brennan. As can be expected, the music and thematic elements vary from the blues to jazz to carnival shouts, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes absurd and sometimes outright bizarre, yet still managing to hang onto a common thread that keeps the proceedings from falling apart. While it’s always nice to hear Waits’ inimitable howl, Alice is also easily one of his best albums ever and should easily satisfy the recent convert and long-time follower alike. Highly recommended. –jimmy (Anti/Epitaph)


TEMPLARS:
Reconquista: CD
A collection of tracks from assorted splits and comps from this venerable skinhead band. I’ve made no attempt to hide my disdain for most modern skinhead music, especially that of the American variety, but the Templars have always been kinda the exception to the rule for me. Their sound seems just as authentic (for lack of a better word) as anything put out in the “golden age” of oi, and they seem to truly believe what they happen to be on about at any moment, which is more than can be said for much of the other bands pushing similar wares. Recommended. –jimmy (GMM/Victory)


TEENAGE REJECTS:
Teenage Trash, Vol. 2: 7”
Rock and fucking roll! The Teenage Rejects are proving that Wisconsin is the capital of rock and roll (seriously!) with this super great record! Fast rock and roll (think: Rip Off Records style) and the cover art for the record looks so damn cool! Plus this record features the Wisconsin punk classic “We Don’t Like You,” one of the best songs to come outta the Midwest in quite some time! If you like rock and roll, you need this record! If this were a cereal, it’d be Corn Pops! All right, bay-bee! –Maddy (Alien Snatch)


SUPER CHINCHILLA RESCUE MISSION / BOTTLE DIRT:
Split : 7”
Super Chinchilla Rescue Mission: I swear by these guys. They’re another new-ish band that hasn’t written a bad song yet and continues to improve. If the name throws you, don’t let it. The band doesn’t dress in matching Chinchilla suits with capes while occupying their time saving cats from trees. As a matter of fact, they’re gimmickless. If you enjoy the tightly-revved inner smolder of Leatherface, the heat blast of Panthro UK United 13, the earnest, evocative lyrics of Tiltwheel, or just enjoy stripped-of-artifice punk rock that’s as satisfying to yell along to as read along with, I recommend this without reservation. It’s top notch it-ain’t-all-been-done-before punk rock. Just straight ahead, densely played, amazingly well written tunes, from lyrics, to guitars intertwining, to drum and bass interlock. These two songs are as good a reason as any to buy a turntable. Bottle Dirt: It is truly strange to hear a Japanese band sound like they’re from Midwest. Stranger yet is the vocalist seems to be borrowing directly from the Replacements’ Paul Westerberg’s throat while the rest of the band rifles through and punches early ‘Mats subject matter straight in the arm. (i.e.: “We are still drinking though our bodybags are ready.”) The good news is that they don’t do a complete carbon copy, pen in some mighty catchy hooks of their own, and deliver two excellent songs. –todd (Snuffy Smile)


SUGAR SKULLS:
The Waking Hour: CD
Every time I hear the first (title) track, I want to say it sounds exactly like (LA’s) X, but as the rest of the business flows past me, I have to eat that thought (it’s okay; it tastes like Lucky Charms). Boy singer and girl singer weave a harmonic cat’s cradle over bouncy-but-not-frantic instrumentation – instrumentation which often includes a small horn section that lends texture rather than asserting itself as horn section per se. There’s at least one cussword if that’s your criteria, but mostly it’s just a charming, sometimes pretty, mid tempo listening pleasure. –Cuss Baxter (BAK)


STYLEX:
Wonder Program: CD
Some pretty good synth-heavy spazz rock here. At their heaviest, they’re slightly reminiscent of Phantom Limbs on Prozac, which is to say they’re less gloomy and not as intense. Not too shabby, considering I expected this to suck big time. –jimmy (Friction)


STOMPEDE:
self-titled: 7”
Japanese HC + Pushead artwork + colored vinyl = collectible ebay bait. This band from Tokyo, Japan features commissioned Pushead artwork over red vinyl with blue and white splatters. Five tracks of intensely sweet Japcore. I see people sweating, salivating already. Many of you collector nerds out there might recognize this band. They were featured on Pushead’s Bacteria Sour comps series Volume 2 (both versions) and Volume 3. Those comps were so hard to get just because Pushead’s name was on it. I did manage to get the two versions of Volume 2 for myself at a reasonable price. They were also on the No Borders comp that Suburban Home put out awhile back. By chance you do come across a copy, pick it up quick! First track, titled “Jo Anny Ta,” blazes so fast you feel like a diesel truck almost ran you over. Lyrics are assumedly sung in English which is badly translated from Japanese. I always love that. Musically, they are heavy in every conceivable way. For those who love Japcore, you know what to expect. I need to get off the computer so I can scream into the speakers. –don (Badman)


STILLBORN:
self-titled: 7"
Anarcho-hardcore noise with male/female vocals. It ain’t bad, but I’ve heard soooooo many other bands do the same thing for soooooo long that all the novelty has worn off. –jimmy (New Audio Terror)


STEPSISTER/STREETWALKING CHEETAHS:
Keep It in the Family: 7”
Cheetahs: “Mama Train” is a balls-out rocker that had my head bobbin’ nice, and the same goes for “Future Lost.” Stepsister: Same thing here. Both bands deliver some solid rock/punk that gets them toes a-tappin’. A keeper. –jimmy (Smog Veil)


SPONTANEOUS DISGUST:
Emo Love Fest: 7”
God, these guys just keep cranking them hits out! Like a breath of fresh air on a hot, smoggy summer weekday, Spontaneous Disgust come along and do away with all the depression I find I suffer from after a long day’s review session. While I find no clunker on this woefully too short “concept record,” I will admit that I found “The Punk Rock Air Supply,” “I Promise to Wring Your Neck,” “Weepy Boy Band Cannon Fodder,” and “Sometimes I Wish Someone Would Hit Me Repeatedly In the Head with a Hammer So I Could Relate to Piebald” to be the most satisfying tracks here, skillfully blending rockin’ tuneage with acerbic wit to produce some of the most satisfying punk-related music in easily two decades. If you’re already a fan, consider this mandatory. If you’ve never heard them, get your head out of yer ass already. Either way, snatch this up if you spot it, ‘cause there’s supposedly a grand total of 127 copies out there and I guarantee the ebay thieves are gonna be making a killing offa this in just a few months time. –jimmy (address illegible)


SOLEDAD BROTHERS, THE:
Steal Your Soul and Dare Your Spirit To Move: CD
You don’t learn the blues, you have to live the blues to play the blues. I mean, learn all your lessons the hard way early on so you wise up on fools trying to come up on you; eat, sleep, and shit in places you never thought you would, learn to cry on cue, love your lover, leave your lover, kill your lover for leaving you, beg for money, have sex for shelter, drink your sorrows, fight your way out of a bar, eat your weight in humble pie, then pick up a guitar and let it all out. Yeah that’s a lot like this record. If you liked the first Soledad release, it just keeps getting better with this latest offering. It sways with more rock’n’roll and (good, old) country with a heavy nod to seventies gospel/country-tinged Rolling Stones. The Brothers (key lyricist Johnnie Walker and drums virtuosity Ben Swank) have added the organ, guitar, and sax accompaniment of Oliver Henry, making the Soledad more concentric with their new sound and direction. Don’t get me wrong, if you’re a fan of the previous debut record of packed, solid white meat albacore blues, then you’re gonna be a bigger fan than ever before with this here new record. The oggity boogity keeps in step with their rendition of Mississippi Fred McDowwel’s “Break ‘Em Down” and a curious revision of “Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone.” Oh yeah, break it on down, sit on that porch, sweat your toxins out, and pray for death or rain… or both – just listen to this record, damn it. –nam (Estrus)


SOLEDAD BROTHERS:
Steal Your Soul and Dare Your Spirit to Move: CD
Wanda snapped this up as soon as it got in the house. Whenever I’d go in her office to get a rubber glove or some upholstery tacks I’d hear a snatch of it and go, “nice Stones riff” or “I didn’t know we had any Thorogood.” Finally, I got it back and found it to be a heapin hot bowl of soul-funchin electric blues that ranges in intensity from sub-Gun Club through Doo Rag and on out to Immortal Lee County. If you were taping it for car listening, there’s not one song you would leave off. –Cuss Baxter (Estrus)


SONGS FOR EMMA:
Red Lies and Black Rhymes: CD
Have to give them credit for not being histrionic. There’s nothing bad about this CD, per se, other than the music is far too restrained. This is a tad disturbing to me, since I’m so predisposed to like these guys. Here are the reasons I thought I’d like them more than I do. 1.) They’re named after Emma Goldman, the lady who said, “If you can’t bowl while doing it, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.” Or something of that essence. Just fill in what you really like to do. 2.) The vocalist and lyricist, Tommy Strange, and the drummer, Dian Glaub, are both from Strawman (RIP), who I liked quite a bit. Tommy sounds a lot like Leatherface’s Frankie Stubbs – like he flosses with burlap and huffs smoke directly from a factory chimney. 3.) The lyrics are pretty darn good. They’re compassionate, well crafted and well thought out. They read like stand-alone poems that don’t suck. The trouble I have is that the music seems secondary to the lyrics. The lyrics are delivered so deadpan and so up front, that the music itself sounds constrained, cobbled, and labored when they kick in. It’s readily apparent in “Voice of Barcelona,” which starts out feisty and rollicking, then downshifts and chugs to match the mid-pace vocal pattern. There are so few places in the songs with true breathing room or ignition. As a matter of fact, my favorite snatches on this CD are the beginnings of songs and the bridges between choruses when guitarist Mike Millet is allowed to zing around, but my overall ear for Red Lies and Black Rhymes is that it’s running with the parking brake on, that it intentionally keeps all the tempos in first or second gear, and all screams and whispers muted. Revolution to dance to? Give me something new to shake my ass to like the GC5, Strike Anywhere, or Dillinger Four. –todd (Broken Rekids)


SPAZZ:
Sweatin’ 3: Skatin’, Satan & Katon: CD
They’ve stretched their back catalog to three volumes?!?!? Jeezus... Maybe this is the final installment. Who knows. Okay, if you missed out when these records were originally available, here’s your chance to catch up, or catch on. Sixty-seven cuts taken from nineteen records of various sizes. Power-violence legends influenced from power-violence originators like Man Is The Bastard and Crossed Out. One of the few good bands from the past decade. –Matt Average (Slap A Ham)


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