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ANDI SEX GANG:
Blind!: CD
Sex Gang Children is one of those proto-goth bands that is not probably unheard-of by only today’s most dedicated gloom’n’doomer. I’m figuring the biggest reason for this is because, like fellow Batcave denizens like Alien Sex Fiend, their chosen sound was far removed from what became the goth template set forth by bands like Bauhaus and, especially, Sisters Of Mercy. Rather than sing in dour, deep voices, Andi opted for a very nasal post-Rotten screech for the most part, while the rest of the band eschewed all the sludgy minor chord worship and instead mined some bizarre, over the top, dark cabaret/tribal punk hybrid that would’ve made Bertold Brecht giggle with glee. This, released as Andi’s first solo album due to some legal bullshit the band was going through over their name at the time of its 1984 release (and since reissued a few times under the band’s name), is a nice example of what the band does best and stands shoulder-to-shoulder with better known previous releases like Deiche and Sebastiane. If black is your favorite shirt color and you’re looking for something a little off the beaten vampire-inspired track, this’ll be a welcome surprise. –jimmy (www.cherryred.co.uk)


ANDRE WILLIAMS:
The Black Godfather: CD

Although dirty old man Andre's still growlin' and howlin' about the good things in life ‑ pussy, ass, dope and pussy ‑ his rug burn voice no longer resonates visions of orange‑juice soaked BBQ ribs and Bonneville joyrides. Distracted by far less than 36‑24‑38 these days, the gritty "Pass the biscuits, please" signature voice now inertly punctuates the fuzzed‑out guitars of the Countdowns, Blues Explosion, Cheater Slicks and Compulsive Gamblers ‑ Andre's never had so much competition from a bunch of white‑boys‑gone‑black. Ol' Andre, senior citizen, was done plucked plumb outta his weekly‑rate hotel room on Detroit's notorious Cass Corridor and re‑branded as the Pimp of all Pimps, injected with the trademark Jon Spencer sound. A good idea in theory, but much to my chagrin, "Shut the gate Sally, and don't let me in." –thiringer (In The Red, 2627 E. Strong Pl., Anaheim, CA 92706)


ANDRE WILLIAMS:
Aphrodisiac: CD
Pravda Records is still around??? I thought they went out of business like fifteen years ago! I wonder if they still have any copies of that Defoliants ep that Soul Asylum ripped the “Hang Time” cover idea off of. Well, anyway, let the record show that Andre Williams – surely the only human bean to have played both the Apollo Theatre and the Concert Café—has had a fifty year recording career; therefore, my opinion and/or potential endorsement does not and should not matter one pinch o’ poo in the grand scheme of things. That said, whilst i liked Mr. Williams output for Sympathy et al in the 90’s fair enough, 2006 finds me finding his voice wholly unremarkable at this late date in his larnyx’s history, and, worse yet, finds me finding him backed by some anemic white boy soul/r&b/funk outfit to whom WAR (ca. “Spill The Wine”) and Gladys Knight & The Pips appear to be some manner of holy grail. I didn’t much care for this type of music when it was on AM radio when i was a kid in the early ‘70s, and, to tell ya God’s honest truth, i still can’t stand the shit today. If this record still makes your white urbane ass feel like it’s been given an honorary Harlem knighthood, go nuts. Me, i’m still trying to figure out whether or not anyone in his backing band was ever in Too Nice For Nancy. Whoopee ding. BEST SONG: “Uptown Hustle” BEST SONG TITLE: “I Don’t Need Mary (Juana)” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: A few years ago, i played roulette at the same table as Andre Williams. He kept trying to take his chips with him, not realizing that roulette chips stay at the table under penalty of great censure. That’s actually not the fantastic amazing part, though: Later that weekend, i was riding in an elevator with Mr. Williams, and he took a fancy to my shirt. It was a standard Superman t-shirt, except that, instead of being royal blue, as these things tend to be, it was powder blue. Andre Williams kept telling me that my shirt was “the bomb!,” and attempted, several times, to literally purchase the shirt off my back. I wouldn’t sell, and, from that point forward, my powder blue Superman t-shirt was known to me as my “Andre Williams shirt.” Fast forward several years, and i am opening up this month’s package of reviewables from Razorcake, which included this CD. What shirt, might you guess, was i wearing as i opened it? Correct. My Andre Williams powder blue Superman shirt. Doo-DOO-doo-doo-Doo-DOO-doo-doo… –norb (Pravda)


ANDRE WILLIAMS :
The Black Godfather: CD
Although dirty old man Andre's still growlin' and howlin' about the good things in life ‑ pussy, ass, dope and pussy ‑ his rug burn voice no longer resonates visions of orange‑juice soaked BBQ ribs and Bonneville joyrides. Distracted by far less than 36‑24‑38 these days, the gritty "Pass the biscuits, please" signature voice now inertly punctuates the fuzzed‑out guitars of the Countdowns, Blues Explosion, Cheater Slicks and Compulsive Gamblers ‑ Andre's never had so much competition from a bunch of white‑boys‑gone‑black. Ol' Andre, senior citizen, was done plucked plumb outta his weekly‑rate hotel room on Detroit's notorious Cass Corridor and re‑branded as the Pimp of all Pimps, injected with the trademark Jon Spencer sound. A good idea in theory, but much to my chagrin, "Shut the gate Sally, and don't let me in." –Guest Contributor (In the Red)


ANDREA DORIA, THE:
Champagne Dreams on a Beer Budget: CD
This was a bit of a rollercoaster ride. It looks like a cheesy emo rock, and At The Drive-In kind of thing in both album cover and band name. Wait a minute... There are some downright hilarious song titles here... “No You Shut the Fuck Up, Dad”? “This Company Has a Very Strict Bro’s Before Ho’s Policy”?... Could I be wrong? I got my hopes up as I popped the disc in my computer. It looks like I was right the first time... I guess humor is an emotion too, but it sure didn’t come across in anything but the song titles. –ty (myspace.com/theandreadoriaband)


ANDREW DOUGLAS ROTHBARD:
Abandoned Meander: CD-R
This guy used to play in The Slaves, then VSS, then Pleasure Forever. I saw The Slaves at a house party back in ‘99 in Tempe, AZ. I thought they ruled. They played spaced-out noise music that was almost danceable. I think they were even playing in the kitchen but my memory might be a little foggy. All that said, this is the noisy, space part of the band. The vocals and mix of acoustic guitar make it seem ‘60s-out. I’m sure this guy’s brain is partially composed of hash. I feel that he became inspired to write this record while studying the different Hindu gods and goddesses one night. This could be on the movie Felix the Cat, when he is getting totally baked in the bath tub and starts floating. –Buttertooth (Smooch, www.smoochrecords.com)


ANDREW JACKSON JIHAD:
Candy, Cigarettes, and Cap Guns: CD
Take the political, acoustic, folk punk of Defiance, Ohio and strip down the sound more, take out the female vocals, and really ratchet up the sarcasm. They also have a tendency in this release to sometimes make so-dumb-it-must-be-smart lyrical choices worthy of their folk punk predecessors in the Dead Milkmen. Also, they really hate the hipsters—as expressed in one of their untitled songs—a sentiment I can totally share after going to the Detour Fest in Downtown L.A. –Adrian (No address)


ANDREW JACKSON JIHAD:
Only God Can Judge Me: CD
If my CD player had a replay button, I would have pushed it. Instead I got off the couch on which I reside to press play over and over again. The album artwork is really great and features sketches of very cute little animals. It made me wish the cats with whom I share said couch were smart enough to appreciate that someone had written a song about them and their little mouse enemies. Maybe they would end the war, but then again we have Crass and look at us. Imagine early Against Me! (Crime-era) meeting Bright Eyes just to jam acoustic at the park over a couple of beers. The music is very sparse with usually just a stand-up bass and acoustic guitar, but this guy’s voice is so raw and real; it grips your attention and doesn’t let go. –Rene Navarro (Plan-It-X)


ANDREW JACKSON JIHAD:
Can’t Maintain: CD
This recording shows Andrew Jackson Jihad playing a bunch of songs you’ve already heard if you’re a fan, but with a bunch of backing musicians. If you already love this band, you’re sure to love this as well. If you’ve been passing on it due to their strictly acoustic sound, this might be the album that wins you over with everything from blazing guitar to trombone and theremin. –Rene Navarro (Asian Man)


ANDREW JACKSON JIHAD:
Knife Man: CD
Getting this in the mail was a strange experience. It took me back to my first Razorcake summer, to seeing these guys live in L.A., buying an EP, and submitting it in my first batch of reviews. I spent a week listening to all my AJJ material before opening this. In other words, I was able to put it into a sort of context as a definite fan. They slow down the tempo here and, while on some songs like “Reign on Me,” it takes them to a perfect place; on others they just get stuck somewhere in the middle. There’s a strange grey area in between folk music and straightforward rock songs where a few of these tracks reside. It’s also kind of long. The track “Sad Song (Intermission),” sounds so much like Bright Eyes it just blows my mind, though I must note I’m only referring to the actual recorded versions. Live, it’s a whole different experience, as AJJ mostly tour as a duo and take the songs back to their bare bones, for better or worse. To be quite honest, I didn’t really dig the production on this. It’s one thing to have a well-produced album with a full rock band instead of the usual acoustics (Can’t Maintain) and quite another to have one with songs that seem to reach for REM greatness via over-instrumentation and constant sound clips (this one). There are gems here, but there is also coal, which has never been the case with this band, as far as I’m concerned, so I am a bit bummed. –Rene Navarro (Asian Man)


ANDREW JACKSON JIHAD / COBRA SKULLS :
Split: 7”
The Mitch Clem artwork on this is great; front and back equally rad. I’m glad that instead of lyrics they had each band explain why they chose to cover the song. The first time I heard this record, I thought Andrew Jackson Jihad had actually written “Two Headed Boy,” since I’d heard them play it live. It definitely feels theirs. They have made me commit to buying that Neutral Milk Hotel album, and to filing it with my Andrew Jackson Jihad stuff, for personal reasons now public. The Cobra Skulls, whom I’m new to, cover “Subterranean Homesick Blues” by Bob Dylan. It sounds the way I assume any rock outfit would sound if they covered that song and didn’t really change anything but the musicians. –Rene Navarro (Suburban Home)


ANDREW JACKSON JIHAD / GHOST MICE:
Split: CD
Andrew Jackson Jihad is doing more of the acoustic protest music with a huge dollop of sarcasm. Ghost Mice’s take on the acoustic music is bit mellower, and they have dual male and female vocals. Honestly, at times, Ghost Mice get to be a little too treacly for my taste, especially on the six-minute “Cementville” song, about the magic of being little kids and playing nice with each other. While Andrew Jackson Jihad sounds a little more raucous, Ghost Mice is prettier. The problem is that Ghost Mice also sounds like they would be most at home playing in the back of a stationery and inspirational book shop frequented by middle age ladies. Also, both bands tend to border on sounding overly self righteous. At least the bands have convictions. –Adrian (Plan-It-X)


ANDREW JACKSON JIHAD / THE GUNSHY:
Split: 7”
While I really enjoyed the recording of Andrew Jackson Jihad’s Can’t Maintain album, I feel these songs somehow lack the raw, crucial, heart-on-sleeve dynamic of their earlier recordings. To be honest, I was really hoping for a return to their acoustic form, if only for this one 7”. Usually, their songs get immediately grafted into my psyche, but these songs slip out faster than math equations. When you flip this record, you flip the energy level as well. The Gunshy sound a lot like the Pogues with cool horns and strings. It’s cool that their second song is called “Only Sean Can Judge Me,” in reference to an awesome Andrew Jackson Jihad EP. –Rene Navarro (Silver Sprocket Bicycle Club)


ANDROID HERO:
Untitled: CD
Well-calculated yet frenetic dance punk with a nice thundering sound. This comparison might be way off the intended mark, but it reminds me of a faster version of the angriest work of Hella (with the addition of vocals). Don’t sand off the rough edges, let the music get grimier, and this stuff could be really good. –Guest Contributor (Self-released, no address)


ANDROID HERO:
Broken Hearted Love Songs for Sensitive Tough Guys: CD
These guys sound a lot like Karp with a healthy splash of Wrong-era Nomeansno. I have been in love with this kind of stuff lately, so I’m stoked on getting something newer in the same vein. Basically, you take a ridiculously heavy punk power trio that alternates between sludgy and frantic and add some incongruously non-heavy lyrics. (At least not heavy in the standard apocalyptic imagery way a lot of extreme punk and metal tends to work with.) In this case, most of the songs are actually about relationship breakups. (There’s even a song that’s called “Bad Breakup.”) There’s also a random song about Daniel Johnston called “Daniel Johnston.” Most of the twelve songs on here are under the two-minute mark, but when you can get your point across with some tuneless—but scruffily compelling—shouting, why fuck around? Also, one of the guys in the band sounds scarily similar to Rob Wright of Nomeansno at times. My only critique is that the production comes off a bit underwhelming sometimes and leaves some of the songs flatter than they should be. I would love to hear these guys after hitting the studios with someone like Steve Albini, who knows how to really let music like this breathe. All in all though, Android Hero is a welcome addition to my collection. Hell, this is the kind of stuff I would play if I were in a band at the moment. –Adrian (Algerbay and Mustard Pack, algerbay@hotmail.com)


ANDY DALE PETTY:
All God’s Children Have Shoes: CD
When Petty lets his guitar/banjo/whatever do the talking, the music is fine minimalist American roots music. When he starts singing, however, things go downhill fast. Though he can hit the notes fine enough, his voice lacks enough conviction or feeling to make the songs work. –jimmy (www.voodoorhythm.com)


ANDY HUMAN:
Self-titled: 7”
Catchy retro-new wave is the order of the day here, dripping with pop hooks and slight ‘50s undertones. Perfect for your next KROQ Flashback Weekend get-together. –Jimmy Alvarado –jimmy (Tic Tac Totally, tictactotally.com)


ANDY MARCHEL AND THE COCAINE RAINBOW :
Self-titled: CD
Musically, it’s sorta reminiscent of Underground Railroad To Candyland: bounce-happy songs, with fun time keys and percussion, while, at the same time, the guitar sounds kinda sad, adding some emotional depth. Vocals are more on the gruff, blown-out side, however, making the songs a bit more urgent than URTC’s with Todd C’s slackadaisical singing style, though sometimes the vocals sound a little too much like Tom Gabel for me. Otherwise, this is a fine release. –Jeff Proctor (AMCR)


ANDY THE DOOR BUM:
The Mt. Holly Sessions: CD
This guy is like a punk rock Tom Waits, but with more folk and less blues. Raucous and stripped-down acoustic folk-punk with a sense of humor and some demons in the closet. Sarah Shay –Guest Contributor (Afterbirth Casserole, no address)


ANDY THE DOORBUM / YARDWORK:
Split: 7"
Andy The Doorbum: The first song’s a pretty decent little folk punk (acoustic guitar with a beard—what else can you call it?) indie rockin’ ditty about taking too much medication. I kinda dug it and thought to myself, “Hey, maybe this won’t suck.” The second song sorta sucks. Can’t win ‘em all, Andy. Yardwork: (Or is it Yard Work, two words? I have no clue.) Eh...it’s okay. Sorta indie-ish in that lazy Pavement way. (Y’know, good at their instruments with decent melodies but too cool to really make it hang together right or play tight.) I’m sure there’s a better comparison to make here in 2011 but I’m probably the wrong guy to make it. The more I listen, the more I can enjoy the tunes but I wouldn’t see myself going back to this once I’m done reviewing it. It’s just not my thing. –Ryan Horky (Self Aware, selfawarerecords.com)


ANEURYSM RATS:
Dying to Live: 12” EP
Powerful and heavy hardcore that sounds like a mix of Deadguy and Gordon Solie Motherfuckers. Aneurysm Rats features members from Paint It Black, None More Black, and others. They expand on their musical past with more potency and darkness. The songs are a mix of speed and mid tempos that somehow create a chaotic din when they throw it into fourth gear. The vocalist sounds a bit like Tony Erba as well. I like how they sequenced the songs on this album to run into one another, which allows them to create a mood throughout: one of disenchantment, confusion, and other feelings of abnormality in a fucked-up and diseased world. –Matt Average (Assassinated, assassinatedrecords.com)


ANGEL AMEN:
David James and Port Wine Authority: CD
At first, I sort of dug this in that whole "this has nothing to do with Razorcake's normal music it reviews, but what the heck?" way, but when it got to the sixth track and it started to sound like Dave Matthews Band, I knew it was time to pull the plug. -Kurt Morris –Guest Contributor (Sling Slang, www.slingslang.com)


ANGEL CITY OUTCASTS:
Deadrose Junction: CD
Being on Sailor’s Grave and having the Wild West tattoo flash style graphics abound, I was sure that this was either going to be some kind of rockabilly or greaser rock or something… Let’s just say I wasn’t expecting what I got. No, I wasn’t prepared for the second coming of cock rock, and I’m not too sure that anyone should have to. Seriously, Angel City Outcasts sound like some ridiculous combination of Poison, Great White, and the rest of their ilk with the only distinction being that they may have slightly better production. I managed to listen to the first four songs in their entirety while walking to work. After that, I had to start skipping them after the first verse, and by the time I got to the shop I was hearing the melancholy strumming in the intro to what I can only guess was the token power ballad. My gag reflex forced me to turn it off. I hate the smell of denim and spandex in the morning… It smells of weakness.   –ty (Sailor’s Grave)


ANGEL CITY OUTCASTS:
2,000 Pints and Going Strong!: CDEP
Like with all catchy oi, you’ve gotta check the lyrics, lest you realize halfway through singing along that you’re singing “God bless America the Great! Boot to the black man’s face!” So I went on their website, and I discovered the lyrics to a song called “Popeye in Afghanistan.” This song isn’t on the CDEP, but the lyrics give you a good reason why you’d probably not like this band. The song is about a US soldier in the Middle East. Here we go. “Then he came upon a caravan/Trying to get across to Pakistan/When the evil one had showed his face/Our hero put him in his place/Let that be a lesson now/To all our enemies on the prowl/When you mess with the best the great US/You’ll end up in a world of stress.” First of all, that last rhyme has to be one of the lamest I’ve read in a long time. (A “world of stress”? Come on!) And second…well, do I even need to say it? If this were a cereal, it’d be United We Stand-Ohs. –Maddy (Self-released)


ANGEL EYES:
Something to Do with Death: CD
Weird one, this is. I guess it would be considered “screamo,” but to me it approximates what the Cocteau Twins would sound like if they were into Marshall stacks and had Dan from Die Kreuzen shredding his vocal chords for ‘em. Can’t say I dig ‘em, but they get points for making me invoke the names of two of the most disparate bands imaginable in the same sentence. –jimmy (Underground Communiqué)


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