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MIDDLE CLASS TRASH:
Self-Titled: CD
This was bit of a surprise. They firmly fit into the modern punk/hardcore camp, but they manage to keep themselves interesting by keeping most of their songs in middle-gear and embellishing them with interesting chord arrangements and the odd unconventional rhythm instead of relying solely on blasting forward as fast as possible. Great stuff here, and they’ll no doubt achieve “seriously fuggin’ good” status in short order. On a side note, if the band don’t work out, the singer has a definite future in a DRI cover band, as he sounds enough like the lead singer of that band that I had to check and make sure his name wasn’t Kurt. –Jimmy Alvarado (thetrash@hotmail.com)


MIDDLE CLASS TRASH:
Self-titled: CD
This band hails from Paducah, Kentucky, where I spent a few days while researching my master’s thesis on people who reenact the French and Indian War (seriously!). If I had known that there was a good band there, maybe I could have hung out with people other than middle-aged men with 1760s era replica muskets! Anyway! Middle Class Trash rules! Awesome mid-tempo punk rock with influences apparently including everything from the Adolescents to the Ramones to DRI! Non-stupid political lyrics! I know I like something when I immediately want to see the band in a crowded basement show while slightly drunk and dance-y! On a serious note, it’s amazing that the punk scene continues to produce awesome bands from the most random locations! If this were a cereal, it’d be Fruit Loops! –Maddy (thetrash@hotmail.com)


MIDDLE CLASS TRASH:
Side Effects: 7"
This is some fairly raging, snotty hardcore punk from this Kentucky band. It is not quite as strong as Funeral Shock, but mines similar territory. The single reminded me of the Pink Lincolns in some places with some melodic, but snotty, parts. Good, solid hardcore punk with a download card for digital representation. The band has a full-length album out as well that I’m interested in hearing to see how they translate in more than just a few songs. Good stuff from an out of the way spot. –Mike Frame (Broadcast Interrupted Media)


MIDDLE CLASS TRASH:
One Thing Left:: 7” EP
Wow, just....fucking wow. Tight-as-fuck hardcore, lotsa tempo changes, a band that’s working like a well-oiled machine, and lyrics addressing mindless consumerism, anesthetizing reality away and mankind’s continued steady march toward oblivion. Angry, intelligent, sophisticated, and just plain fucking great. One seriously couldn’t ask for more. –Jimmy Alvarado (Jailhouse)


MIDDLE CLASS, THE:
Out of Vogue—The Early Material: LP
One of my favorite things about hardcore is when old codgers who have been into it for too long will get bored with life and begin extolling the virtues of some unknown band. I particularly love it when the hype begins to raise eBay prices and, before long, a mediocre retrospective record is produced. Then eBay process fall and everything goes back to normal. This is one case, however, where the community has been served properly. Out of Vogue—The Early Material is an essential document of that magical time in history where punk rock picked up speed. The song “Out of Vogue” is a classic smoker that has gotten around a bit. Loud, fast and out of control, it is the song that they are known for. But this record is not a one hit wonder. Vogue contains the band’s first two 7”s plus some demos that are actually worth listening to. From session to session, their style wobbles between early Bad Brains recordings and Adolescents-sounding beach punk. The negligible variation in style and raw recording quality gives the record as a complete listen the feel of putting on Discord’s Year One. The Middle Class originate from the late ‘70s when punks were unsure if the music could handle the speed. This document of their output is angry and sloppy and there is not a weak spot on the record. Am I an old codger extolling the virtues of a virtually unknown hardcore band? Maybe. But don’t let that stop you. This is essential listening. An absolute keeper. –Billups Allen (Frontier)


MIDDLE CLASS: Out of Vogue: 7”EP:
Out of Vogue: 7" EP
Author of American Hardcore, Steven Blush, I’m lookin’ directly at you. You’re wrong about one critical piece of history that your book is named after; and I’m just looking at the date on this label. Middle Class. “TortureGarden Music. 1978.” Bad Brains—love ‘em. Highly influential. I’m with you there. However, they were not responsible for the first hardcore punk record in America, as much as you’d like a band on your side of America to be the vinyl first-men-on-the-moon for an entire genre of music, it isn’t so. Bad Brains’ “Pay to Cum.” Released: 1979. It’s. On. The. Label. Middle Class are, unquestionably hardcore: lighting fast playing, barely attached melody. Awesome. The only other serious contender, if you’re using a highly subjective slide rule of “influence” to overcome the date pressed directly on the record, like Middle Class just “doesn’t count”? Black Flag’s Nervous Breakdown. October, 1978. My math’s shitty and I get my days of the week wrong all the time, but 1978 was before 1979. Check it. Re-release of the first-ever American hardcore record ever that was getting damn hard and expensive to find. –Todd Taylor (Frontier)


MIDGET PARADE:
Soothing Sounds for a Pleasant Evening: CD
Grindcore that was fast 'n' screechy, but the whole genre's pretty much a "heard one, heard 'em all" kinda deal at this point, with very few exceptions. –Jimmy Alvarado (Blood Money)


MIDIRON BLAST SHAFT:
Starts Fires in Your Pants: CD
Imagine if Minor Threat met Tool in a music-mangling head-on collision of cacophonous deconstruction... this is the ear-shredding equivalent of such a sonically catastrophic event! It's a larger-than-life maelstrom of ever shifting sound that's heavy, threatening, and ferociously full of passionate rage. Upon my first listen to MBS, I fearfully cowered in a cobweb-ridden corner of my room, sucked my thumb like a lil' baby girl, and then thoroughly soaked my pants with a waterfall's rush of weewee. It's that much of an aggressively harrowing experience, folks! No matter; I still fervently recommend this dynamically intense CD just for its sheer versatile velocity and its indefatigable ability to robustly stir the senses... –Guest Contributor (Reptilian)


MIDIRON BLAST SHAFT:
Starts Fires in Your Pants: CD
This reminds me of what Gravity Records used to put out, but Midiron Blast Shaft have a bit more rock in their sound, not to mention that DC stuff creeping in. While there are some cool parts to the music, they tend to get too weighed down in complexities. In the end it’s just not that interesting. If they were to shave the fat off they could stand to gain more energy and impact. –Matt Average (Reptilian Records)


MIDNIGHT BOMBERS:
Evil Streets: CD
Although I ain’t all that impressed with the lyrical quality, which at best can be described as serviceable, musically this ain’t too shabby. They’ve got that ‘80s West Coast punk undertow not unlike Texas Thieves, with enough cool little guitar fills pumped into their delivery to keep one’s interest. Add to that a pretty solid cover of Agression’s “It Could Happen” and a shout-out to the mighty Dave Haro and we’re talking something worth a listen. –Jimmy Alvarado (Wondertaker)


MIDNIGHT CONFIGURATION:
Dark Hours of the Southern Cross: CD
Self-described "black industrial" music, which means it’s particularly gloomy disco. There’s a good beat here, but using it for so many songs was a mistake, because the lack of variety makes the tracks blend into one long, boring song. –Jimmy Alvarado (Night Breed, PO Box 6242, Nottingham, NG1 5HY, UK)


MIDNIGHT CREEPS:
Singles/Splits/Demos/Live: CD + DVD
Contains, as the title suggests, various 7”s, demos, live stuff and their split with Capo Regime. They’re essentially a bar punk band—and are generally pretty good at it. But they’re also given to playing long dirge-rock tunes that sound as if they’re trying to exhume the ghosts off of some dusty Raw Power 8-track (see the slooow, guitar solo-riffic “Coffin of the Boston T,” etc.) that doesn’t really work. Generally, I could get behind a band like this (like I said, it’s pretty catchy) despite the fact that their songs have names like “Toilet Bowl Suicide” and “What the Twat Wants.” What ruins this band for me is the fact that the vocalist has an unfortunate tendency to sing in this deep, operatic voice that just comes across as A) really corny and B) like she wishes she was in another kind of band altogether. When she just screeches, the stuff’s generally pretty decent. The accompanying DVD features selections from some live shows in which said vocalist A) blows huge tendrils of snot out of her nose, B) disrobes down to bra and panties, C) sits on some fifteen-year-old kid’s face and orders him to guzzle the beer she’s positioned against her crotch. Also features a short film made by and starring the band called Menstrual Institution. It doesn’t really make any sense at all, but the terrible acting actually makes the movie more disturbing. The best part is when the guitarist dry-humps his teddy bear. This was one weird fucking band. –Keith Rosson (Rodent Popsicle)


MIDNIGHT CREEPS:
Doomed From the Get Go: CD
Don't get me wrong: I am as big a fan of the Un-Deep in music as the next be-antler-helmeted geek. However, let the record show that Un-Depth does, in fact, come equipped with a handful of core tenets and axioms; foremost among them is the High Truth that bands which are Un-Deep should also make songs that are Un-Long. A good two minute song can't necessarily be made into a good three minute song, a good one minute song likely can't be made into a good two-minute song, and a good one minute song sure the hell can't be made into a good three-minute song. Average length for these eleven tracks is approximately 2:54 – that is to say, five seconds longer than the longest track on any of the first three Ramones albums, and about a buck-two-eighty too long for songs like "I'm a Cunt," "Menstrual Institution" and "Toiletbowl Suicide." That said, i would like to point out that it has been only through sheerest force of will and noblesse oblige that this review consists of something other than the phrase "I WANNA MAKE BABIES WITH THE SINGER!" endlessly repeated, even though she sings kinda like Theo from the Lunachicks' tomboy little sister in heat (that is to say, vocally walking a not-always pleasurable tightrope between appropriate vileness and inappropriate technical pretension) and, not surprisingly, uses "your" instead of "you're." I dunno, i always kind of made it a point to hang around girls who sing lyrics like "I'm so fucking horny That I can't walk straight," although i suppose that's mitigated somewhat by "Come here lick me eat shit" and "I'm gonna bash that bitch's face in Mix her brains with my puke." Sounds kind of like what i imagine those Toilet Boys records i got as promos that i never got around to listen to might sound like, but, obviously, that's highly speculative at this point. BEST SONG: "Doomed from the Get Go" BEST SONG TITLE: "I'm a Cunt" FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: Bass player plays a Rickenbacker™, which seems highly incongruous. –Rev. Norb (Rodent Popsicle)


MIDNIGHT CREEPS:
Punchin’ Skanks at the Venue: CD

Hey, is this Cher’s super-secret punk project? I could swear that’s her singin’. If it is, she needs some better songs, ’cause nothing here has the catchy quality of that “Do you believe in life after love?” song, and this disc really needs something like that.

 

–Jimmy Alvarado (Midnight Creeps)


MIDNIGHT CREEPS/CAPO REGIME:
Split: CD
Midnight Creeps: Annoying metal/punk that was decidedly not my cup o' poison. Capo Regime: Hardcore that wasn't much better. –Jimmy Alvarado (Rodent Popsicle)


MIDNIGHT CREEPS/CAPO REGIME:
Split: CD
Midnight Creeps: Annoying metal/punk that was decidedly not my cup o’ poison. Capo Regime: Hardcore that wasn’t much better. –Jimmy Alvarado (Rodent Popsicle)


MIDNIGHT EVILS:
Straight ‘Til Morning: CD
“Play some Skynard!!!” exclaims someone in the yankage plus intro to “Bad Machine.” They’ve got some heavy bass lines and the kind of drums that make you sweat while tapping along so furiously on your hips that you wake up with a giant bruise to pronounce your dorkiness. Fuck yeah is not even close to the expression of the pure enjoyment one will indulge in buying this record. It’s equal parts punk, blues, rock’rowwwllll. Midnight Evils draw heavily from the likes of Kiss, Radio Birdman, Nine Pound Hammer and Skynard. It’s like they all got in a big fight and lost and were forced to play together with magnificent results. Fans of true rock’n’roll, your time has come – get Midnight Evils before they’re gone. Rock out with your cock out. I hate that phrase but it somehow fits. –Namella J. Kim (Estrus)


MIDNIGHT EVILS:
Breakin’ It Down: CD
The Midnight Evils are an about-to-derail, greasy freight train of rock’n’roll fueled by fried chicken, sex with dirty fingernails, three-string bass, and sincerity. They’re heavy, stomping, tilt their collective head to AC/DC, and, without posturing, make you believe that the fat, the ugly, the warty, and the unpopular will always have a leg up on making the most direct, no-bullshit rock around. Fans of Motörhead, The Dirtys, the B-Movie Rats, and Poison Idea would be hard pressed to be disappointed. Pass up that false-pouty silver spoon, treadmill, “too much about nothing” garage fluff that’s getting TV play and dig into some musical meat that’ll stick to your ribs. –Todd Taylor (Estrus)


MIDNIGHT EVILS, THE:
Straight Til Morning: CD
Rock’n’roll in the vein of the Dwarves with a strong garage feel. They’re probably great live, but this just doesn’t grab me. –Megan Pants (Estrus)


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 Tober (Dart)


MIDNIGHT EVILS, THE:
Straight : CD
Ah yes, good ol' straight-up, nut-crunching rawknroll is alive and well and kicking heads in – despite all the ghastly Mengele-esque experiments that have been done to it recently. Overall, the mighty Midnight Evils fall somewhere between the Candy Snatchers and Super Shitty to the Max-era Hellacopters. Good company in my book. Dirt-spitting, beer-soaked bad ass punk rawk that will clear out a room full of emos quicker than a sweater sale at TJ Maxx. –aphid (Estrus)


MIDNIGHT EVILS, THE:
Straight Til Morning: CD
Rock’n’roll in the vein of the Dwarves with a strong garage feel. They’re probably great live, but this just doesn’t grab me. –Megan Pants (Estrus)


MIDNIGHT EVILS, THE:
Straight ‘Til Morning: CD
“Play some Skynard!!!” exclaims someone in the yankage plus intro to “Bad Machine.” They’ve got some heavy bass lines and the kind of drums that make you sweat while tapping along so furiously on your hips that you wake up with a giant bruise to pronounce your dorkiness. Fuck yeah is not even close to the expression of the pure enjoyment one will indulge in buying this record. It’s equal parts punk, blues, rock’rowwwllll. Midnight Evils draw heavily from the likes of Kiss, Radio Birdman, Nine Pound Hammer and Skynard. It’s like they all got in a big fight and lost and were forced to play together with magnificent results. Fans of true rock’n’roll, your time has come – get Midnight Evils before they’re gone. Rock out with your cock out. I hate that phrase but it somehow fits. –Namella J. Kim (Estrus)


MIDNIGHT LASERBEAM:
A Death in the Discotheque: CD
At some point I fell asleep while listening to this but I think I remember it being sort of a collection of mushy atmospheric lullabies that sound a bit like the Cure crossed with the Afghan Whigs crossed with a warm bottle of Enfamil baby formula. It just oozes from the speakers like creamy spit-up from the gaping mouth of a giant baby a-snooze and dreaming fitfully of being tangled up in Robert Smith’s octopus hairdo. While beating this thing to death with a garden weasel certainly sounds satisfying, it would ultimately be something akin to attacking a big soggy saltine cracker. Frightfully uninteresting. –aphid (Mattress)


MIDNIGHT RERUNS:
Central Time: CDEP
Promising debut from this group of Milwaukee rabble-rousers. If you like The Replacements, Slobberbone, and bands of that nature, then this may be one for you. Precise melodies, intelligible lyrics, and to-the-point guitar riffs. I bet this would go great with an icy cold one, or two. “Long Way to Go” is my favorite on this one, but they also have a great feel and groove. I’m setting the alarm in my head to Central Time! –Sean Koepenick (Good Land)


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