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FEAR:
Neighbors: 7"
From the vaults comes this three-song record featuring John Belushi on vocals. The 2015 remix starts things off with a crack and it ends with the original 1981 mix by Steve Cropper (yes-that Steve Cropper who recorded with Otis Redding). The Cropper mix features some dialogue from the movie. Sandwiched in between is the original Fear version. This will wet your whistle until more Fear reissues come down the pike.  –Sean Koepenick (Atom Age Industries)


FEAR OF EXTINCTION:
Self-titled: 7” EP
More unabashed Discharge worship, this time coming from the Czech region instead of Scandinavia. They’ve got the Hear Nothing See Nothing Say Nothing era sound down pat, and what they do they do well, even if it’s mind-numbingly uncreative. –jimmy (Phobia, phobiarecords.net)


FEAR OF LIPSTICK:
Indie Band: 7” EP
There is an axiom in rock’n’roll that says you can’t really go too wrong buying a record with a black cover and pink lettering ((and i should know, because i just now made it up)), and, in a general sense, that’s true here; however, what i really can’t get my brain around is how a band that writes such laughably shit-tacular lyrics like “your college boy brand of rock is doing mighty well for you and that’s just fine / you’re packing your shows, making more than a dime” could actually have the balls to include this line in their press writeup: “Pop punks ((sic)) songs absolutely need to have the hooks, but without quality lyrics and solid song structure they’re just fodder for the bargain bins of tomorrow.” I’m reading that, i’m like “Fuck YOU, ya little douches! Your lyrics are so bad i spent ten minutes trying to figure out if you were native English speakers, or from fuckin’ Lithuania or some god damn thing! Who the hell are YOU to go off on ‘quality song lyrics’ this, and ‘solid song structure’ that?! YOU FUCKIN’ DORKS WRITE SONGS WITH TITLES LIKE ‘CHERRY BOMB!!!’ HAVEN’T WE HAD A PERFECTLY GOOD SONG WITH THAT TITLE FOR LIKE OVER THIRTY YEARS NOW??? I HOPE JOAN JETT KICKS YOUR ASS WHILE LITA FORD EATS TIM HORTON’S STREUSEL CAKES OFF YOUR MOTHER’S BEST CHINA!!! AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!” Not a terribly bad record, really, but... i mean... holy crap, mon, get it together. BEST SONG: “What You Do” BEST SONG TITLE: “Cherry Bomb”...if you’re the FUCKING RUNAWAYS!!! FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: I wrote the song “Motherfucker Are You Ready To Rock?” in the front row of a Joan Jett concert. –norb (It’s Alive)


FEAR OF LIPSTICK:
Indie Band: 7” EP
Punky, ramped-up pop from a buncha guys who apparently prefer “independent” rather than “indie” when it comes to describing them, and I can totally empathize. The songs are catchy, opinionated and strong overall, which means you could do much worse than picking this up. –jimmy (It’s Alive)


FEAR OF LIPSTICK:
Indie Band: CDEP
About two minutes into “Bad Motel,” as the song is going from the second chorus into the solo, there’s a bit of guitar noodling that tugs the track in a different direction. It’s not dissonant or off key (it reminds me of the Soft Boys, actually). It’s unexpected and hard to categorize and I wish Indie Band had more moments like it. The rest of the disc, a decent blend of Green Day and the Clash (Billy Joe Strummer?), too goes where I expected it to. –Mike Faloon (It’s Alive)


FEAR OF LIPSTICK:
Indie Band: 7”
See Rev. Nørb’s review in the previous issue for the best review possible of this band. For those of you without that ready reference, this is your standard punk rock with a picture of pink lipstick on the cover. I can’t help but reference the same bad lyrics Nørb did, “Your college boy brand of rock is doing mighty well for you and that’s just fine/You’re packing your shows, making more than a dime.” Yikes. One of the songs sorta (?) sounds like one of the lesser late-period Green Day songs, oddly enough. One of the members is wearing a Teenage Bottlerocket shirt in the insert, which is interesting and all, but this is mediocre stuff. If this were a cereal, it’d be Cheerios. Standard stuff. –Maddy (It’s Alive)


FEAR OF LIPSTICK:
Indie Band: CD-R EP
Never had heard of this band, but when they played the first night of Insubordination Fest 2008, I was convinced. Four tunes, all clever, all rocking. I bet these guys drink Molson Golden. An honest brew makes its own friends, and an honest band like Fear Of Lipstick does not disappoint. Looking to hear more from these guys soon.  –koepenick (It’s Alive)


FEAR OF LIPSTICK:
Self-titled: 7”
Pretty much equal parts ‘90s Lookout and, well, Ramones, Fear of Lipstick’s follow-up to their first 7” on It’s Alive is a slightly different affair in that it forgoes the by-the-numbers pop punk of their debut by incorporating a “darker” feel reminiscent of Disconnected or Last Race-era Stiv Bators. Hardly a mindblow, but a nice progression nonetheless –Dave Williams (Fucking Scam, no address)


FEAR OF LIPSTICK:
Self-titled: CD
This is a pop punk album that treads heavily on the power pop side of things. Pretty all right. Reminds me quite a lot of the Cute Lepers. The thing that really sticks out to me is that one of the vocalists sounds like the American version of Feargal Sharkey. Seriously, listen to “Nowhere Tonight.” Those are some impressive, Sharkensian vocal warbles on the choruses “tonights.” Also, I love the song “Summertime.” –Adrian (It’s Alive and Fucking Scam)


FEAR OF LIPSTICK:
Self-titled: CD
Generic punk rock can only take me so far. There’s something to be said about creating a tune that can find a way to reside in a person’s mind due to its catchiness. With albums such as Fear Of Lipstick’s self-titled release, it all just becomes a subtle equation in my head and, after more than a dozen years of listening to poppy punk, I still haven’t figured out how it works. Sometimes bands in this genre strike me in the right way and endear themselves to me and other times their music comes across as dull, redundant, and utterly unnecessary. I’m not sure where Fear Of Lipstick lay. I enjoy their ability to create a hooky tune now and then but does fifteen songs come off as a bit much? For too long, many of the bands that loosely fit in this genre have done nothing to create an impression on a person like myself who doesn’t find it to be a favorite, let alone in my top five favorite genres. This really didn’t do much for me. I don’t even feel like it would be worth much to those who like this genre. It doesn’t bring much that is new, nor does it get me excited about music in general. Then again, all I’ve been listening to lately is Leatherface, so perhaps I’ve just been spoiled. –kurt (It’s Alive)


FEAR OF LIPSTICK:
Self-titled: CD
Hard-driving, straight-up punk with an edge is what I would call these boys. I have seen them live and, hopefully, will again sometime soon. Wait—do a “Canada Invades the U.S.” tour with The Riptides! (Thank me later after all the cold, hard cash rolls in). “Correction Facility” is a cool tune that anchors this record. “I Wanna Be a Werewolf” is funny, but the animal sounds could have used a bit more snarl. “Summertime” is an awesome song to guide you to the end of this album. I’ve heard the uninformed compare this band to Teenage Bottlerocket. Doesn’t TB get compared to some other band? I can’t remember—but I think you get my drift. Take it as it comes and just give this record a shot. I’ll bet you at least eight bucks that you’ll agree with me. I will have to write you an I.O.U., however, if you disagree. Times is tight. –koepenick (It’s Alive)


FEAR OF LIPSTICK:
Seasons: LP
I’ve always dug these dudes ever since I saw them rip it up at Insubordination Fest in Baltimore many moons ago. They don’t disappoint on this new slab of spit and vinegar. Tight arrangements, furious drum fills, guitars that don’t let up for a millisecond, and vocal hooks galore. I don’t know if this is some kind of space age trip, but I like the one-two punch of “Tie Fighter” and “Satellites” on this record. Watch out Teenage Bottlerocket, these guys are nipping at your heels! –koepenick (P.Trash)


FEATHERLY DECADENCE:
pre'ego: CD
This CD is so weird. Is it synth? Is it rock? Is it spoken word? Whatever it is, it's a small square of art. It's curious and intriguing. It's one of those CDs where none of the tracks have breaks between them, so they all kind of just string along, each one adding something to the next. If you read the back cover, it sounds like a small story, when in fact it is the song titles. The music itself (stories), vibrations, whatever, is a journey through an obviously complex imagination, supplied by Christopher Deckard (I think. Everything about this little package keeps me guessing). It is a definite experience, but in reference to what, I am unable to define as of now. –Harmonee (Muzak, 3000 Lemp Ave., St. Louis, MO 63118)


FEATHERLY DECADENCE :
pre: CD
This CD is so weird. Is it synth? Is it rock? Is it spoken word? Whatever it is, it's a small square of art. It's curious and intriguing. It's one of those CDs where none of the tracks have breaks between them, so they all kind of just string along, each one adding something to the next. If you read the back cover, it sounds like a small story, when in fact it is the song titles. The music itself (stories), vibrations, whatever, is a journey through an obviously complex imagination, supplied by Christopher Deckard (I think. Everything about this little package keeps me guessing). It is a definite experience, but in reference to what, I am unable to define as of now. –Guest Contributor (Muzak)


FECES FOR WARPAINT:
You Can’t Polish a Turd: Demo: CD
These eight songs were recorded on a four track. That’s just fine, ‘cause this is a demo. The songs are between hardcore and crust. Full on fast and ragging. No pretty melodies here. Reminds me of something from the early to mid ‘90s. Boy, these guys are pissed, too! Their lyrics are very hateful of the rich and what they do to the rest of society – not just to the people, but to the environment as well. I definitely liked this demo. Not only for the music but also for the lyrics. So just email these guys and I’m sure for a few $ you could get this fine demo CD. A definite winner in my book. –Mike Beer –Guest Contributor (FFWP)


FED UP:
Read Between the Lines: 7” EP
This is at least the third band I’ve heard going by this name, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing when one takes into consideration that they lay down some serious hardcore here—flailing drumsticks, buzzsaw guitars, and a singer with an apparent fascination with stabbing those who piss him off. It’ll be interesting to see how the other Fed Ups of the world (if they still exist) manage to up the ante, ‘cause these kids have set the bar pretty high here. –jimmy (World Won’t Listen)


FED UP:
Discography 2004–2009: Cassette
The lyric-less insert that accompanies this cassette claims that this is “tooth chippin’ fastcore.” I’d be hard up to find a good argument against this being fastcore; however, I walked away from this tape with all teeth intact—well, no different than when I pressed play. The guitarist knows a few chords. The drummer knows one beat: the fast one. The bassist probably stares at his or her bass. And the vocalist screeches out the lyrics like he is being poked with a stick. Add that up to get an all right-sounding band…kind of. The first side is made up of two demos, a live set, and two comp tracks; it is pretty unlistenable due to poor quality recording. The back side is a bit better with only three demo tracks, the quality of which I can’t totally recall. This side also has two EPs and a split, which constitute the best material on the cassette. The sequence is chronological, and the band seems to have gotten better as time passed. If you are the type that likes to have all recordings by a band that did some pretty okay stuff and you missed out on the earlier releases, then I recommend the tape; otherwise, I would try to seek out their 7” with the Altered States rip off cover. –Vincent Battilana (Intellect, intcollective.com)


FED UP:
Sheer Poetry: LP
Weak ass bro hardcore played by knuckle-dragging imbeciles whose IQs are consistent with the number of their collective toes and fingers. If this steaming turd is “poetry” then the JerseyShore is Broadway theatre. I didn’t even bother listening to side B. No one should. –Juan Espinosa (Welfare, welfarerecords.net)


FED UP!:
Live at WFMU: 7”
New York hardcore band playing live on the radio. Pretty much unlistenable and boring. –ty (Welfare)


FED UPS, THE:
Such is Life: CD
Decent enough punk here that kinda reminds me of some of the early L.A./O.C. punk stuff. Although the vocals—a little too monotone and lacking oomph—and the recording quality—ditto—don’t really do it for me, the songs themselves, especially “Angry Fuck,” were strong enough to get me to listen to this more than once, and they get stronger as the CD progresses. –jimmy (www.thefed-ups.com)


FEDERATION X:
Rally Day: CD
Gritty rock with enough Sabbath-inspired sludginess smooshed in to give it a stoner sheen. Not bad. –jimmy (Estrus)


FEDERATION X:
X Patriot: CD
Bradley Williams sings the praises of Fed-X, so I checked them out. They’re a three-piece from Washington, but that’s where it starts getting weird. The three pieces are drums and two guitars, both with four strings and played through bass amps. The result? A dirty sound that hooked me. It has a southern feel, even though they’re about as far from the south as you can get in the States. I missed them their last time through LA. I won’t make that mistake again. Oh yeah, Steve Albini recorded the album for those of you who care. –megan (Estrus)


FEDERATION X:
American Folk Horror: CD
If you go with the abbreviated title of their name it becomes Fed X, which brings to mind FedEx (Federal Express) the Memphis-based global delivery service whose plane caused Tom Hanks to be stranded on an island. That movie was perfect for the fans of Survivor. Came out just at the right time. A sort-of supplemental point of reference for the identification of crap TV. Tom Hanks is no Tenacious D. And Tenacious D is nothing like Arnold Schwarzenegger. Speaking of which whatever happened to Conan? This is an important issue that should be reviewed in length at a later time. Back to the matter at hand—the new Fed X CD. This one is for the Graveyard Soup lover in us all. –Brad (Estrus)


FEDERATION X:
The Only Fool Is You: 7”
This totally kick ass single is a great introduction to Federation X. I checked out some of Federation X’s other releases as a result and it’s unquestionably an overlooked band. Federation X originated in the Pacific Northwest, but has more in common musically with minimalist 1990s Chicago punk like Shellac. The two tracks featured here are both incredible. Can I join the federation? –Art Ettinger (Recess)


FEEDERZ, THE:
Ever Feel Like Killing Your Boss: CD
Anger can be an amazing source for inspiration. This is classic, long hard-to-find, caustic, dark shit that would do you well to pick up. Spearheaded by the acid-spitting Frank Discussion, The Feederz never took any sides – left or right, right or wrong – except their own. Yet they were super-intelligent and graphically smart about pulling off this musical coup. You’d think that something so nihilistic would immediately implode on itself. Luckily, they recorded a couple albums before that happened (although they’re playing out again). The songs themselves are fantastic and it’s almost impossible to trace how many bands have shamelessly borrowed from The Feederz without giving credit where credit’s due – from the outright intelligent antagonism (rarely duplicated), the guitar strangulation, the absolutely amazing drumming that sets a definite mood and pace, the ability to play a slower song that’s completely frenetic and dizzy, how to make truly moving protest-against-everything music, and the flow of the entire album itself. The Feederz were many things, but they had several recurring themes: anti-capitalism, anti-advertising, anti-submission, and anti-religion. Indispensable jewels are songs like “1984,” which rails against working so someone else can make a buck off of you. (“You go to school for twelve years where you learn just one thing/ How not to mind being bossed.”) In every fold of the CD jacket, Frank suggests you steal this album, to use their artwork, to tape the songs at home. Juxtaposing the CD cover subvertisement of an attractive, busty bandita is the talk bubble, “Vandalism, beautiful as a rock in a cop’s face.” Leaving no big stone unturned and walking away from no fights, they go right for the robe. In “Jesus,” re-named from the original LP’s “Entering from the Rear” – leaves little room for interpretation. (“Jesus entering from the rear/ Fucking you in the ass/ Just another faggot/ In just another mass.”) I’ve always found it more than a little weird that The Feederz didn’t get as popular as, say, Dead Kennedys. Perhaps it’s because they fought with their gloves off and they constantly attacked for exposed, hypocritical throats. Perhaps it was because this album was fucking tough to find for years. The original LP version of Ever Feel… (“Pay no more than $0.00 for this record”) had sandpaper on both sides of the jacket, designed to scuff the records next to it, as a fuck you to record collectors (which backfired, because it’s worth a lot of dough.) All said and done, this is an extremely welcome re-issue that I’ll be playing incessantly. The irony that this is quite possibly more timely than when it was first released doesn’t escape me either. –todd (Broken)


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