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HOOSEGOW, THE:
The Last Buffet: CD
What we have here is skate rock in the purest sense (Drunk Injun vocals, thick Faction-style gee-tars, rat-a-tat drumming). And they cover the Smut Peddlers and the Bad Brains. Great stuff.
–greg (www.thehoosegow.com)
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HARD LESSONS, THE:
Gasoline: CD
It’s the music Detroit’s most recently known for—crunchy, soulful, toe-tappin’, drinkin’, stripped-bare rock. The surprise difference is soaring female vocals with the fortitude of Janis Joplin, the guilelessness of Edie Brickell, and the veracity of Neko Case. Swaggering, husky, complementary male vocals, clanging cymbals, concussion-inducing guitar, cerebral organ, and assorted percussive instruments (is that a vibraphone?). MC5 in some places, Bob Seger in others, the whole organized mess culminates in a sound that’s refined enough for NPR and bittersweet enough for the rest of us.
–Jessica Thiringer (No Fun)
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GUNS ’N’ ROSA PARKS:
Antifreeze: CDEP
Angry, full-throttle thrash from Fort Collins, CO. Songs are fast, short, and snappy. The intro to “Ballad of CR” was freakin’ hilarious.
–Jimmy Alvarado (G’NRP/Thrashin’ Manor)
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GUITAR WOLF:
Golden Black: CD
I dunno if this being released now has anything to do with the passing of Bass Wolf, but regardless, it’s a nice reminder. In case you’ve been living under a rock for the past ten years, Guitar Wolf is a Japanese trio that plays the rawest, most primitive garage rock you’ve ever heard. They’ve been releasing shittily-recorded, out-of-tune records of blown-out rock’n’roll destruction since 1997, and this is a collection of some greatest hits, some rare and out-of-print stuff, and all your faves. It spans their entire career, up until 2005’s Loverock. Great packaging, a nice selection of tracks; this is the perfect starting point for anyone curious about Guitar Wolf, and an excellent collection for old fans as well.
–ben (Narnack)
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GIN PALACE JESTERS:
Honktytonk Fools: CD
This Chicago five piece proudly and deservedly are “too country and proud of it.” Deftly waving the flag of their self-described, hard-hitting hillbilly honky tonk (along with other classic American music styles—county boogie, honky tonk, bluegrass, country waltz, etc.) on this greatly anticipated release, Dave Sisson and crew deliver clever lyrics and upbeat, tight, and masterful musical arrangements as expected. Five-star guest artists like Sean Mencher, Rosie Flores, Colonel JD Wilkes, Jason Carter, and Conway Twitty (posthumously) lend a hand to round out a well-written and well-produced professional quality album that will remain in rotation for years to come. Many stand out tracks, but most notably, “Pomade on My Pillow,” “Drink One for Me,” and “(I’ll Just) Pick Up the Pieces.” Unwrap yer own copy. You’ll be glad you did.
–Jessica Thiringer (Rhythm Bomb)
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FLAKES, THE:
Back to School: CD
The bossest hosses this side of the 1960s Northwest scene have released a full-length that blows away everything else released this year. Ass-shakin’ garage rock that dares you to remain still while everybody else fills the dance floor and steals your girlfriend the second you sit down to take a breather. Eight exquisitely chosen covers (Richard And The Young Lions’ “Open Up Your Door” and the “Shake/Hold On” medley by Shadows Of Knight/Sam And Dave are standouts) sit among six originals that stomp, twist, and wobble so hard you’ll be bleeding from the soles of your feet and the drums of your ears. Vocals sung with snotty exuberance, thumping, boom-boom drums and bass, and blister popping guitars make “That’s All,” “Talk About You,” and “Sadie Slye” some of the finest tunes of recent memory. Had Chuck Berry, Little Richard, The 13th Floor Elevators, Them, and The Real Kids jerked off into a Petri dish, I’m positive the resulting experimental growth would have ended up something very much like The Flakes. Surprise photos in the insert will not disappoint. If you don’t own this and aren’t already on your way to buy it, you’re an asshole. Highest possible recommendation.
–Josh Benke (Dollar)
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FILTHY THIEVING BASTARDS:
My Pappy Was a Pistol: CD
Man, I hate using the word “sophisticated,” because it makes it sound like a band’s tying sweaters over their shoulders and getting memberships to country clubs. But, chances are, you can play the Filthy Thieving Bastards in “mixed company” (co-workers, awkward family reunions, that sort of thing) since the songs are pleasant and familiar sounding (assuming you’re familiar with early Who, languid and more swaying Pogues numbers, Kinks, and Donovan). But, with a little time with a social microscope, drinking, and reading along, the lyrics are the killing floor of this album. Three of four of these guys are in the Swingin’ Utters, which often relies on well-played slashing to get the point across. The Bastards deal more in songs that sound like butterflies flapping, but they’re singing about the murder of everyday existence. “The Back of His Hand” deals with spousal abuse, the “Drug Lords of the Avenues” revels in “new ways to mix anything with rum,” “Needs No Retrieve” discloses, “now if you walk through the door, and you see me on the floor, you are home.” Dark stuff that’s easy to sing along to and hard to forget. I’m beginning to believe the trio of Johnny, Darius, and Spike—all together—are current punk’s answer to Johnny Cash. Not a light claim. Let this sneak up on you like a sweet-smelling and treacherous mold. Just give it time to take hold.
–Todd Taylor (BYO)
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EXPLOITED:
Complete Punk Single Collection: CD
Sure, their lyrics have occasionally not been the best and some serious questions about Wattie’s politics have plagued the band since the early ‘80s, especially on the subject of race relations, but I gotta say that old Exploited tunes are a bit of a guilty pleasure for me. They just sounded so mean during their prime: all speed, gut-level malevolence, and outrage. Tunes like “Dead Cities” and “Rival Leaders” still make me a little nutty, I gotta admit. This is chock full o’ singles and comp tracks and assorted “rarities,” including “Army Life,” “YOP,” “Class War,” “Fuck the Mods,” “Computers Don’t Blunder” and more. If you’ve never heard ’em before, this is as good a place as any to start out, followed by their first four albums. After that, though, you’re on your own, kid.
–Jimmy Alvarado (Captain Oi)
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ERGS!, THE:
Jersey’s Best Prancers: 12” EP
I seriously don’t know how they can do it. I’m a bit of a jaded fuck, and I’m getting close to being ready to say that The Ergs! just can’t do wrong by me, but I don’t want to tempt fate. It’d be easy to say that they’re getting better with every release if I didn’t keep going back to The Ben Kweller EP or 3 Guys, 12 Eyes to know that they’ve been this good the whole time. This EP—which starts to venture off from the pop of Dorkrockcorkrod, makes it easier to see how truly talented they are—was released for their tour and limited to 100 copies. These have been gone for quite some time now, but I’ve heard wind that it’s going to be issued again in larger numbers. Do yourself a favor and pick it, or any of their releases, up if you can. I’d also be lying if just having this around didn’t make me pull out Lifetime’s Jersey’s Best Dancers, which, in itself, is reason enough to pick this up.
–Megan Pants (Grateful)
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DRACULA ZOMBIE USA:
Self-titled: CD
I like my music to come from instruments, thanks. Oh, and sorry that, apparently, your singer lives in a can.
–Megan Pants (Serious Business, seriousbusiness.com)
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DOA:
War on 45: CD
The good news is that Joey’s seen fit to reissue this slab of classic North American punk rock (previously available in its entirety on CD as part of the Bloodied but Unbowed compilation disc), which features such career high points as “America the Beautiful,” “Liar for Hire,” and a scorching cover of the Dils’ “Class War.” Further good news is that they added “World War 3,” “Smash the State,” and a couple of demo tracks that appeared on the Lost Tapes release from a few years back. The bad news is that, in addition to dumping “Let’s Fuck” from the lineup (ostensibly because it doesn’t conform to the “war” theme here, which didn’t seem to make a difference when the original was released) , they’ve added assorted anti-war songs from later releases, with only “We Don’t Need No Goddamn War” coming anywhere near the incendiary power of the original tracks here and the rest kinda residing in the realm of the forgettable. Dunno why Joey felt the need to do this, given that the original by its lonesome was more than worth the price of admission. Ultimately, though, while it’s nice to have most of the original release available again in some semblance of the original packaging (both of the original covers are available in the booklet), it would’ve been much sweeter to have some new DOA material fueled by the same primal fire and outrage that have made these songs so friggin’ effective and long lived. Given the current state of world affairs, especially with regards to Canada’s neighbor to the immediate south, it’s mind boggling that the band can’t seem to quite find the spark to set them off again. As someone who considered them untouchable in their prime, however, I remain optimistic, if a tad flabbergasted.
–Jimmy Alvarado (Sudden Death)
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DIVEBOMB HONEY, THE:
Let’s Start Something b/w Pick up the Phone: one-sided 7”
I’ve liked them from the start, but The Divebomb Honey is getting better. “Pick up the Phone,” especially, is propelled with cyanide keyboards and digital ants under the skin. It sounds like a Bladerunner-inspired Josie Cotton in a basement: sweaty circuit boards and played to an audience in underwear made solely out of electrical tape and Christmas lights. That or R2D2 rampage music… and it’s definitely for fans of either Devo or the Epoxies.
–Todd Taylor (Exploding Toe)
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DISRESPECT:
Wartorn: 7”
Despite its more than obvious shortcomings, I kind of liked this record. There’s a “deep end is buried in the red” fuzzy quality to the recording that reminds me so much (and here’s one for obscurity) of a 7” from a long defunct band from Texas called Minority. Disrespect is way more tuneful than I’ve come to expect from the P.E. people, and that the cover art and layout would lead one to believe. I was planning on hearing some blasé crust punk with horribly rhyming lyrics. I got the rhyming part right (topics include the evils of religion, police, and government, of course), but the music itself is nearly of toe-tapping quality. The best thing this band probably has going for it is that they have three singers, which probably makes for a pretty rad live show. On the recording, however, the woman’s vocals are so up front in the mix compared to the other two (gentlemen) vocalists that it sounds like she’s practically talking, rather than screaming her head off. Overall, I can’t see myself rocking out to this one very often, but then again I’ve been known to play side A of Tommy Tutone’s first LP and actually lip sync to it, so that kind of fucking cancels things out, doesn’t it?
–Keith Rosson (Profane Existence)
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DESOLATION:
Self-titled: CD
A one-shot sonic onslaught brought forth by dudes from other bands you’ve heard of, such as Strung Up and Born/Dead. Dark and brooding stuff with elements of Finnish/Scandi hardcore mayhem, Japanese metal, and straight-up thrash all wrestling for dominance. You’ve already got an idea of what you’re getting yourself into before you listen to it: it’s on Prank, there’s appropriately apocalyptic artwork from Pushead, Sugi, and Jeremy Clark and it features the first foil-stamped cover I’ve ever seen on anything besides comic books. From what I’ve gathered they’ve already called it quits. It’s not something I’ll find myself listening to very often, but I know plenty of kids who drool over this stuff—it’s dark, atmospheric, played extremely well, and there’s no doubt at all that they knew exactly what they were doing when they recorded this album.
–Keith Rosson (Prank)
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DEMORALIZER:
Self-titled: 7”
Ha ha ha ha. Both sides say “side A”. If that was intentional, I love this band. If it was a mistake, I still love this band, ‘cause it’s in keeping with the sloppy punk they play on the record. Actually, it’s not so much sloppy (they’re pretty tight) as it is raw. Yeah, that’s the word I’m looking for. Think Street Trash, Fucked Up, Bad Brains, in that order, and you can kinda figure out the road they’re headed down. This record is bad ass, and I’m glad the punks are finally reclaiming hardcore back from the jocks.
–ben (4324 NE 47th Ave, Portland, OR 97218)
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DEFIANCE OF AUTHORITY:
Born in Sin, Come On In: CD
This one surprised me; from the tattoo-flashesque album art, I was planning on hearing some sub-par Devil Dogs/Humpers stuff here, but instead Defiance Of Authority manages to occasionally and nearly brilliantly stumble into the same oeuvre as the Descendents. Not always, but at least half the songs here have that same tuneful, tough-but-decipherable, “rocks in a bag of velvet hitting you in the nether-region” kind of quality. There’s something inherently modern at work here—they’re right on the cusp of that radio-friendly punk sound, taking pointers from plenty of bands on the Fat roster, but there’s just a slight tinge of venom that makes the whole thing palatable. Six studio songs and five demo tracks. Cracks me up that two of their songs are titled “Fuck It, Let’s Roll” and “Fuck It, It’s On.” As a whole, they strike me as a band right on the cusp of nailing down their sound totally and completely, and when they do they’re going to be a band we’d all better watch out for.
–Keith Rosson (www.defianceofauthorityrocks.com)
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DEADBOLT:
I Should Have Killed You: CD
A couple of years back, I heard a song by these guys, “Billy’s Dead,” on a comp and it has since become one of my favorite Halloween tunes of all time, just behind Inflatable Boy Clams’ “Skeletons” and some country tune called “Psycho,” so to say I was excited to hear a full-length by ’em is a no-brainer. The stuff here is along the same lines as the aforementioned tune: mellow, Cramps/Morricone-inspired surf guitar, monotone vocals from the Johnny-Cash-via-Shatner school of singin’ warbling about voodoo girls and telephoning the dead, spare drumming. Although there really ain’t much variation in tone or dynamics, they somehow manage to make it work over the course of twelve tunes, one of which is a cover of Jimmy Dean’s “Big John,” which is also a no-brainer. Fun listen.
–Jimmy Alvarado (Cargo)
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DEAD MAN’S SHADOW:
The 4Ps: CD
The Captain pulls out another band from the obscure reaches of punklandia and whomps us upside the head as a reminder that there were oodles more bands out there that were just as good as any of the “name” bands scrawled on assorted leather jackets. Case in point is this band, whose name I barely remembered and whose primal, rudimentary U.K. punk I would’ve swore I’d never heard until I came across “Danger UXB” and “When Our Blood Is Spilled,” which I could swear I’ve heard on some compilation or other somewhere. Up to its eyeballs in thud ’n’ anger, this is, and well worth yer time.
–Jimmy Alvarado (Captain Oi)
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DEAD KENNEDYS:
Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables: 25th Anniversary Edition: CD/DVD
After twenty-five years, I finally own a copy of this. From back then through now, I know many people who I either borrowed this from or had them tape it for me if I wanted a copy. I just never got around to purchasing one for my own. Like many, this is one of the very first punk bands I ever listened to. I liked everything up to In God We Trust and moved on. Seeing them live was another thing. They were so energetic and would bring a crowd so large that you thought they were a major label radio band before their break up. I worked as a bouncer (that’s a funny one, due to my size) at one of their Grand Olympic shows here in L.A. There were so many people at that show that during their set, the barricade in front of the stage collapsed from the sheer weight of the people. To make matters worst, Jello would constantly stage dive into the crowd and crowd surfed throughout their set. In turn, we had to dive into the crowd and fish him back to the stage. Once on stage, he dove right back into the crowd. Fun times. It would be a hopeless attempt to describe the music. Everybody involved in the punk scene has or, if new, will at one time hear the music of this band in their lifetime. So no information is necessary. What I was worried about would be the re-mastering so that it can be put out on CD. The early re-masters of anything during the infancy of CDs were horrible. But technology and experience has progressed. This sounds pretty true to original recording. Also, included is a fifty-five minute documentary titled Fresh Fruit for Rotting Eyeballs. I have only watched part of this so far, but what I have seen is interesting. Always like to hear some history. Even though there is strife between the band and Jello where Jello lost ownership to the music, this record has stood the test of time. I would much rather purchase and listen to this than have to see the Jello-less karaoke act that is now the Dead Kennedys.
–Donofthedead (Manifesto)
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DEAD BETTIES, THE:
Summer of ’93: CD
From the godawful finger painted cover, I was expecting some lame and subdued wannabe Guided By Voices band, or something you’d find in the cutout bin at the record store and just brush right past. But, I was in for a pretty nice surprise when I put this on and fell victim to a fairly intense barrage of droning post punk, something like, I don’t know, The Pine or even The Shivering, if they totally abandoned their Rites Of Spring/Revolution Summer blueprint and went straight for a template that was seemingly designed to just stress the shit out of you and make you feel like you were right on the edge of some precipice. It’s not that they’re tuneless, not at all, but they’re utilizing such odd progressions, with every instrument carrying equal weight, that everything remains totally identifiable but totally anxiety-ridden at the same time. Apart from the band name and the cover art, this one’s got the potential to spin a few heads. Rest assured, they make one fuck of a racket for a three piece.
–Keith Rosson (www.thedeadbetties.com/)
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DAS KAPITAL:
Denying the West: CD
Strong Chicago punk rock, emphasis on “rock.” Though not as immediately catchy as your Naked Rayguns or Pegboys, something about the tunes commands attention. I’m gonna sit on this, ’cause something tells me something here is gonna stick with a few more listens.
–Jimmy Alvarado (Johann’s Face)
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DAN PADILLA / CHINESE TELEPHONES:
Split: 7” EP
There’s no way that I could not like this. It’s a tribute to the Fast Castle (R.I.P.) in San Diego where I spent some of the best times of my life. I mean, how many places are there that after an all-day tour with the Rhythm Chicken, will open their laundry room at four in the morning for him to play one last set? At the eviction party, Toys That Kill, Vena Cava, Tiltwheel, and The Hits all played two-song rallies, then, when the cops weren’t showing up, they were upped to three songs, and then four. This is the first release from Fast Crowd Records, which is Tampa J Wang (who is also in Dan Padilla) and Josh Mosh (who is one of my best friends). I love them both probably more than they know and we see pretty eye-to-eye musically, so chances are pretty good that I’m going to like what they do. And, I’m biased about the bands too. Dan Padilla: J Wang (also of Altaira), Davey Tilt (of Tiltwheel and Bloodbath And Beyond) and Gene Doney (of tackling and/or fireman carrying me in the middle of bars). They sound like Florida meets California (in the Tiltwheel hangin’ out with the Tim Version kind of way), which only makes sense with where they’re all from. Chinese Telephones: They sound like good mixed with some awesome. Oh, and some people (who are wrong) think they sound like The Replacements. If you don’t like this 7”, I probably don’t wanna party with you.
–Megan Pants (Fast Crowd)
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DAN PADILLA / CHINESE TELEPHONES:
Split: 7” EP
Dan Padilla: With hearts as big as hot air balloons, morals as immaculate as a surgeon’s tools, and livers as shattered as the soil in a battlefield, I don’t know if I should cry, crack the seal on another bottle to forget another day before it starts, or just sing along once again. Dan Padilla, the band, is comprised of three individuals, two of which I know are solid gold: Tiltwheel’s self-depreciating punk laureate Davey Quinn and Altaira’s self-depreciating secret weapon J Wang. It’s punk that could be soul. It could be country. It’s versatile. It doesn’t contradict the spirit of either Naked Raygun or Otis Redding while embracing both in completely inobvious ways. Burritofornia will ever been in their debt. I’ve played the two songs on their side fifty times so far. It makes my sadness happy and helps remind me that I’m not alone no matter how empty I sometimes feel. Chinese Telephones: They broke up, reformed, and have switched through members. You aren’t able to notice the behind-the-scenes shuffling on these two songs though. Call me a blasphemer or a revisionist, but I put the Chinese Telephones and Rivethead neck and neck with the best of Screeching Weasel. Hell, I’ll even say I like the Chinese Telephones more now ‘cause they’re still putting out exciting songs and not an endless parade of confusingly chosen best-of samplers. Essential split.
–Todd Taylor (Fast Crowd)
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D.R.I.:
Live at CGBG’s 1984: CD
Forty songs in forty minutes is the deal with this one. The sound quality is pretty damn good and it is pretty impressive to see that many songs in a row. Seems like it would be pretty tough to remember ‘em all. Quantity seemed to be the early DRI thing, though, as the first EP can attest to. I am sure that they were something to see in 1984. They must have been pretty mind blowing. The songs here are really energetic and the crowd seems to be real into it. Captured just before the speed metal era began. If you are a fan of the early stuff then you are gonna want this. A great live document of the band that brought us the thrash genre, for better or worse.
–Todd Taylor (Beer City)
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COKE DARES, THE /:
Split: 7”
So Glenn Danzig and Siouxsie Sioux coupled, right? And she eventually gave birth to a little vampire baby. The little vampire baby wanted to, like, suck bone marrow and all that shit, all that stuff vampire babies like to do. But this one, he also wanted to be Tom Jones so fucking bad. He’d listen to TJ’s live LPs all night long. Studying his moves, his persona, his sex appeal, all that. That vampire baby, I’m quite convinced, is Mark Mallman. His side of the split is a shlocky, campy, spooky tune called “In Love Witcha.” Kind of like if The Minds decided to cover the very first Misfits 7”, but they were more goth than they actually are and had smoked a ton of pot earlier that day and didn’t really play any instrument that well besides the organ. And plus, they all wanted to be Tom Jones. Yeah, you’re right, it’s a stretch, but you get the idea. The Coke Dares fare much better, if only because I’m pretty sure all three of their songs run under a minute long each. Pretty inoffensive, low-key, kinda sorta punk stuff. The one-sheet that came with this says they’re “simply a fucking riot,” but I’m gonna have to disagree with that one. But at least they’re not a goddamn vampire baby who wants to be Tom Jones, right? Comes with a CD-R of the same songs from the 7”, which is a nice idea.
–Keith Rosson (Nodak)
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