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NOOTHGRUSH:
Failing Early, Failing Often: CD
Like a depressed Melvins (and, mercifully, without the nine-minute drum solos) Noothgrush lives in the same dark region as Grief, a place where everyone's smile muscles are atrophied and thermobaric guitar riffs are the peacekeepers. This 'grush stuff was all recorded in 95-97 and some of it's been released on 7"s and stuff (none of which I have, so at least I'M happy now) but this ain't exactly hit material, so a whole heap of it on a reissue like this is like a big thick concrete slab to build your own personal torture chamber on. –Cuss Baxter (Slap A Ham)


NO-NO’S, THE:
Let Your Shadow Out: CD
Decent enough '60s-tinged pop. It gets a little too mellow at times, but isn’t particularly annoying or anything. –jimmy (Animal World)


NOISE RATCHET:
Till We Have Faces: CD
Now what kind of name is “Noise Ratchet” for a shitty emo/college band? About as exciting as watching golf is to a blind guy. –jimmy (The Militia Group)


NOFX:
45 or 46 Songs that Weren’t Good Enough to Go on Our Other Records: 2xCD
It’s so hard to review NOFX because pretty much everyone who reads this zine knows who NOFX is and what they sound like, and pretty much everyone has made up their mind already. I can’t even pull off the old, act-like-you’ve-never-heard-of-them-and-piss-off-the-fans trick because I did that with the Rancid/NOFX split last issue. Anyway, this album is exactly what its title promises. A lot of the songs here are hilarious (“Drugs Are Good”), some are pretty powerful (“We Threw Gasoline…”), some are really good, but too out-of-character for NOFX to include on a normal album (“Lazy”), and some are absolute throwaways (“Timmy the Turtle”). The Germs and Misfits covers are awesome. The Louis Armstrong cover isn’t so good. Disc Two has most of the Surfer and Fuck The Kids seven inches (minus a few songs, so collectors still have something to ebay with). For both of those seven inches, NOFX went into the studio and recorded a bunch of songs that they’d never rehearsed. It sounds exactly like you’d expect it to. All in all, this isn’t that great of an album, but I like NOFX a lot and I’m glad to own this. It’s still in high-rotation around me. The liner notes are pretty funny, too. –sean (Fat)


NINE SHOCKS TERROR:
Zen and the Art of Beating Your Ass: LP
This is a re-issue from 1999, and quite possibly, some of the finest stuff that Nine Shocks Terror ever released. The stage: picture in your ears Raw Power without the metal overlord stuff coupled to Japan's Gauze for the speed, trajectory and smashing instruments to oblivion, and a skinny guy screaming like a tractor's running over his foot. In other words, thrash, but done extremely, extremely well. Come to think of it, 9 Shocks Terror takes a bunch of cues from the Japanese (it's almost impossible to decipher the words in stuff like this, no matter what language they're singing in) and is sieved through hard-knocking Cleveland sensibilities. Noisy but not mushy, angry but not asinine. An ass spanking, to be sure. –todd (Havoc)


NERVES, THE:
25th Anniversary: 10"
Dude, the Nerves were the quintessential rock band because they were the sum of each part (member). You got your Jack Lee on guitar, Pete Case on bass, and the irreverent Paul Collins thumping out the drums – no littered solos, no fucking around! They began in the garage of San Francisco and found short-lived fame on the dirty boulevard of dreams: Hollywood. There appears to be evidence of critical buzz around them but they never really caught on with the dumb hicks lighting up candles on their windowsills for Boston. Christ! If only we were there during that time. Perhaps the elusive nature of antiquity make the Nerves a worthy cult band for hero worship. I’d much rather bow down to “Hanging on the Telephone” than “More Than a Feeling." Of course, The Nerves split up and Paul Collins went onto form The Beat (not the limey ska band). Blondie immortalized “Hanging” by recording the song, practically word for word, note for note. This 10" is a welcome sight for those of us who never found the original single of The Nerves for under $90! It’s an essential piece for those who enjoy power pop and just good rock’n’roll in general. Thank you Penniman Records, you are one helluva rocking label because not only did you have the right sense to put this Nerves comp out, you also put out The Fun Things reissue too. May the universe bless you and The Nerves. Now how about a reunion show? What’s next? The Shoes reunion? The Pezband? Yeah! –nam (The Nerves)


NEKROMANTIX:
Return of the Loving Dead: CD
Whooooo-diddle-diddle-hey, this here is some prime demented devil’s music at its everlasting booty-twistin’ best! Yeh buddy, I’m a-talkin’ about a rambunctiously delivered smorgasbord of fire-and-brimstone rockabilly rowdiness injected with a hard-hittin’ wallop of psychotic, bad-ass aural revelry! It’s criminally insane and musically hedonistic like blurred reflections of The Addams Family giddily slaughtering chickens in full view of the image-distorting crazy-mirrors in a funhouse at the county fair. It’s as hot, piercing, and disruptive as a flaming pitchfork plowing through a fiery heaping haystack in Hades while hyperactive one-eyed demons dance a dosey-doe jig in swirling haphazard circles around it. Sure as shit, this furiously sizzlin’ CD is flame-broiled to perfection! With such evil and immoral song titles as “Nice Day for a Resurrection," “Gargoyles Over Copenhagen," “Murder for Breakfast," “RubberMonks & LeatherNuns," “Generation 666," “I’m a Hellcat," and “Haunted Cathouse," you can damn well expect a definite guarantee of one helluva sinfully ingratiating good time! The sonically blazing Nekromantix trio sure knows how to savagely unleash an energetic unrelenting conflagration of devilish auditory madness that tickles my soul somethin’ fierce. Yep, this decadently delightful lil’ disc will more than likely be the flesh-scorchin’ soundtrack for Satan’s very next barbecue in the infernal flaming pits of Purgatory… and you’re all cordially invited to attend, of course! –Guest Contributor (Hellcat)


MOONEY SUZUKI, THE:
Electric Sweat: CD
The Stooges had Raw Power, The MC5 had Rocket Reducer, well, The Mooney Suzuki have Electric Sweat. This CD, babies, will be the first and last thing your ears will ever need to hear on a daily basis. The Mooney Suzuki have been making quite a name for themselves since their inception back in the rock dormant days of 1997. The buzz started on the Bomp List and spread like wildfire from the mouths of music connoisseurs who spoke with frantic fanaticism of the coming of The Mooney revolution. The rest, they say, is rock’n’roll history, for countless many nights on the road (with a man-tasy sandwich bill opening for The Donnas and Bratmobile) yielded new believers and converted the naysayers who insisted that rock was dead. The Mooney took their voodoo mojo and worked overtime making the fans swoons with the intoxicating auditory sweet poison of gut-busting, soul bearing, kick-out-the-jams rocknrolla of People Get Ready, the now classic, clap yo’ hands, Tim Kerr produced Estrus debut. Electric Sweat finds The Mooney finessing their way into a (gulp) mellower Otis Redding territory but still delivering their custom hipswaying boogie chops. MotorCityDetroit Dirt-maestro, Jim “Diamond Jim” Diamond of Ghetto Recorders fame has his way with the Mooney boys this time and the result of their glorious misspent summer, oh those ghetto hot days, is this Electric Sweat album. You know, Jim half jokingly told me this was going to be the title awhile back and I thought for sure they would rethink their decision, but I have to give them ultra-props for stinking – I mean sticking to this title. Ooooo, make it funky! –nam (Gammon)


MODEY LEMON:
Self-titled: CD
Lo-fi rock’n’roll that started off okay, but I found myself completely ignoring it by song three. –jimmy (A-F)


MILLOY:
Belt Up: CDEP
Tired of anger and speed? I am sometimes. When I need a little melody, Crackle Records always sends me something that gets the melody back into me. Case in point, Milloy. If you are a fan of Snuff, Hot Water Music or Leatherface, you should not have any reason to not like these guys. For me personally, I prefer this to Leatherface and Hot Water Music. They haven’t bitten me in the ass like Snuff has. Back to the band here. They seem more mature in their song writing for a band that hasn’t been around that long. The songs are strong and well crafted with a pinch of sheer energy to keep my attention. It's also well produced to add a presence of emotional tension. Would have liked to have more than six songs, but I will take what I get. Another offering from a great UK band that should take the world by storm. –don (Crackle!)


MIGHTY JOHN WAYNES, THE:
Kill That Girl: 7"
Attention Zodiac Killer/Rip Off Honcho Mr. Greg Lowery – if you don’t get these guys in the studio, you are making a grave mistake. Indianapolis boys – The Mighty John Waynes smoke, cuss, spit, guzzle and epitomize all that is true and punk rock in the world: Dead Boys, Crime, The Kids, etc. I mean, how many times have you wished you could just Kill That Girl. When a band like TMJW’s deliver it with such, er, conviction, you just want to go out there with a shotgun and make her “famous." I defy any man to do this to me for they’ll get a size five and half shoe sideways up their candy ass! Miss Namella heartily recommends this platter for good tyme punk rocking or drinking cheapo beer on the couch all week during the wee afternoon while watching repeats of Pokemon. –nam (Mighty John Waynes / Record Records)


MEA CULPA:
Corporate Nation: 4-song 7" EP
Four songs and not a dong in the bunch. It truly surprised me how well realized this new band is. It's catchy as heck and not merely socially conscious but hyper alert and literate. Although there are some bands that can a.) rock b.) think explicitly political thoughts c.) don't sound exactly like the past d.) aren't hyper-fast or Cookie Monstery (so you can hear the lyrics), there aren't a lot of 'em. Off the top of my head, Sweden brought us Randy; England, Four Letter Word; Canada, Propagandhi; The U.S., D4, the GC5, and Moral Crux. I may blaspheme here, but I've always thought there was a lot to be desired with Billy Bragg (liked his ideas, but he never got these toes really a-tappin') and don't even get me started with the melodramatic blubberfest of Fifteen. Sure, some of Mea Culpa's cues are taken from The Clash, especially on the guitar work, but there's a ton more at play here: twinges of country via the Dils (and Rank and File) and the breathless rebellion of Really Red. Perhaps thinking of a more tuneful Strawman would help you place 'em, and they're modernly updated. Regardless, if you come up with the lines like "There are police on every corner. Their badges say, 'Place Your Ad Here,'" I'd probably like your band, too. Fantastic. –todd (Empty)


LURKERS:
The Punk Singles Collection: CD
A seriously good compendium of this group’s singles, from their first on Beggar’s Banquet to their last. All the hits are here: “Shadow,” “Just Thirteen,” New Guitar in Town,” et al. Most interesting for me was the tracks from their years with Clay Records, which appears the period in which their singles were most consistently good. Jeez, I was completely unaware that they survived that long into the '80s. A newer track, “Go Ahead Punk, Make My Day,” is one monster of a song, with enough hooks and shouty bits to make any Cocksparrer fan smile. So recommended it ain’t funny. –jimmy (Captain Oi!)


LOS HUEVOS:
Stick ‘em Up: 7”
Take the abrasive sloppiness of the Germs, the livid fury of Minor Threat, and the cacophonous disarray of the Dicks, toss ‘em all into a fully cranked wood chipper, and there ya have the raging out-of-control sounds of Los Huevos. This is as musically angry as it gets, folks, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. –Guest Contributor (Dragnet)


MIDNIGHT EVILS, THE:
Self-titled: CD
Rock’n’roll doesn’t get much faster than this. Fans of Zeke and REO Speedealer should pick this up. I broke a sweat just listening to it. –toby (Dart)


LOPEZ:
Self-titled: CD
High-octane rock’n’roll falling somewhere between Speedealer, the Confederacy of Scum bands and more recent Dwarves efforts. Damn good. I’d say more, but I’m a little flabbergasted, frankly. –jimmy (Infect)


LIE:
Why!?: 7"
If my memory serves me right, this is a tour release 7" that the band was selling on their tour of the west coast. I missed them but I did pick up a copy via mailorder through Some Strange Music. Side A provides you with three songs of thrash, thrash, thrash with some punk thrown in. Side B is the title track and carries the tradition of great Japcore like Lip Cream and early Gastunk. These Japanese noise makers blitz through their songs with precision but sound raw enough to show that they are what they play. –don (625)


LEGHOUNDS, THE:
Self-titled: CD
There are things that simply make my quality of life better and I take steps never to take them for granted. Beer (cold preferred, concussion optional). Wrestling (without commercials). In-home plumbing and electricity. Sex (no pets). Rock'n'roll (that, uhm, rocks). The occasional pork chop. It sounds like a pat statement and it's in one of the official documents of American-dom – but stuff like the Leghounds is part of the pursuit of happiness. That's what they provide. Good, old-fashioned, non-ass, Devil Dogs-spawned, Teengenerate-whipped, Jam-weaned, Motards-soaked, rock'n'roll. Definitely nothing less. Fine, fine stuff. The album, in its entirety, is presented here both in mono and stereo. They recorded three simultaneous records. The other two will be available presently. –todd (Bulge)


LAWRENCE ARMS, THE:
Apathy and Exhaustion: CD
This is poppy, punky, spastic, and snotty as all get-up! Crunchy guitar rhythms are perfectly complemented by sporadic sky-rocketing leads, a slap-happy display of wooden barrel drumbeats, and a rapid-fire succession of bursting bass bombardments. The vocals are gravelly, yet harmoniously pristine. Indeed, the intricately structured songs of The Lawrence Arms are heavily textured in rich swirls of well-blended melody, but they possess the utmost of unbridled energy, youthful exuberance, and fervent frenetic passion. I found this to be an immensely enjoyable listening experience of which I won’t soon forget. It’s aurally flawless! –Guest Contributor (Fat)


LAST CALL, THE:
Out of Ideas: CD
These lads of Lompoc, CA have coughed up a CD worth giving a listen to, that is, if you happen to spin the vinyl fantastic of Decry, Riotgun, or anything sounding faintly reminiscent to the likes of Fat Wreck Chords, but with balls. Balls here meaning heavy and thick. You could see these guys getting drunk together and playing with Pegboy, but not sounding exactly like each other, know what I mean, Cocko? I’ve had the chance to see these guys perform live in the famous backyard (R.I.P.) of Santa Barbara’s most gracious, liquored-up host, Mr. Tony Franco, and although I’ll never see any more great (illegal) shows in Tony’s backyard, I’ve got this disc to remind me of some of the great bands he’s had there, including this one. Check it out, fuckers. –dale (The Last Call)


KYLESA:
Self-titled: 7"
My special lady friend is really helping me out appreciating rock'n'roll. My parents were too busy listening to Abba cover bands (like Galaxy) to pull out any AC/DC or Black Sabbath in my really formative years. I went directly from the soundtrack to Jesus Christ Superstar to Minor Threat. Twenty years later, I'm almost on the cusp where I can name some rock songs. Point? Kylesa owes about equal deference to both Black bands – Flag and Sabbath. They've got deep-dragging nets of heaviness (not quickness. It's not blur-core but there's a ton of weight) that pick up and explode from sweeping up floating mines in their songs, erupting at unexpected times. If you want me to get into this decade, think along the lines of Dillinger Escape Plan, trading in their jazziness for more pounding, grinding, and woven punishment. Features former (?) members of Damad and Cobra Kai. The B-side is a Fartz cover, (who, did a Sabbath cover on one of their albums, so this whole thing comes full circle) and features Chris Bickel of Guyana Punch Line singing along. What makes this even sweeter is the Pushead cover art, the foil stamp, the colored vinyl, and mine came with a squished earwig inside the sleeve. Not a bad gig at all. –todd (Prank)


KUNG FU KILLERS:
KFK Theme: 7”
This is fast-and-furious Cali-style “old school” punk that makes a person wanna permanently ditch his or her job and then form a band that plays nothin’ but the most passionate of anti-corporate punkrock noisiness. I’ve been loudly blastin’ this ear-sizzlin’ lil’ 7-incher all damn afternoon, and I just can’t seem to stop stompin’ my Converse-enshrouded feet while spastically knockin’ holes in the wall with my head like orange-haired Vivian of “The Young Ones.” If I were God, I’d make both songs contained herein our new national anthems that would be raucously played each and every time Prez Dumbshit Dubya showed his gooberish Howdy Doody persona in public. Hell yeh, this is a spirit-rousing auditory ruckus if ever I’ve heard one! –Roger Moser, Jr. –Guest Contributor (TKO)


KUNG FU KILLERS:
Game of Death: CD EP
If you were raised in a bland semi-normal household, your mother assuredly warned you about pugnacious punkrock bands like this. Well, all I gotta say is: FUCK PARENTAL AUTHORITY! This is some of the most gawddamn ass-kicking, riot-inciting punkrock rebelliousness to rear its ugly, unruly head in an extremely long time, and it certainly has the “old school” seal of approval vigorously stamped all over it and every song in between! KFK are the most brutally raging group of auditory hell-raisers since Black Flag, Circle Jerks, Descendents, and The Cheifs. So yes, kiddies, please fervently ignore your parents’ constant pleas for complacent normalcy within their household. Smugly defy them by loudly blasting Game of Death at all hours of the day and night while savagely running amok through the neighborhood and destroying all forms of conventional mediocrity. That’ll do the Kung Fu Killers proud, I’m sure. –Roger Moser, Jr. –Guest Contributor (TKO)


KICK, THE:
Self-titled: CDEP-R
Totally uninspiring rock’n’roll. I’m about as excited as a narcoleptic on downers. –jimmy (www.the-kick.com)


JOHN STAMOS PROJECT, THE:
Take Your Best Shot: CD
Okay. There are few things I dislike as much as punk bands singing about their popular, preppy girlfriends. To paraphrase Turbonegro, “Punk rockers should go out with punk rockers.” I mean, if I went out with some boy who liked Dave Matthews Band and shopped at the Gap, well, I’d try to keep that a SECRET, not record a song about it! Geez! Lame! So, um, this band sings generic pop punk songs about having preppy girlfriends, being in a band to get “chicks,” and why Billy Joel stinks. I can only relate to the last of those three. If this were a cereal, it’d be Kashi – that weird cereal middle-age women eat to lose weight. Uncool. –Maddy (Reinforcement)


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