- June, 2001
Add N to X "On The Wires of Our Nerves" CD
Ok, record reviews arent JUST about reviewing "new" releases. You see, with the recent expansion of my zine (The Neus Subjex) and our search for reviewers I tell each candidate what I think reviewing records are all about. Let me tell you what I told them...
Reviewing music is about one of two things. 1) You LIKE a record so much that you feel its your DUTY, as a rock and/or roll journalist, to tell other people that they are missing out on something they should definitely know about (and you explain that within the body of your review), or 2) You HATE a record so much that you feel its your DUTY, as a rock and/or roll journalist, to tell other people that they could quite possibly save some well-earned cash instead of buying the LP, CD or whatever (and you explain that within the body of your review).
I mean FUCK! Gas here in Cincinnati is pushing $1.80 a gallon for the 87 octane. When getting a half of tank of gas is equal to a CD or something, it makes the job of the record reviewer EVEN more important!
Most of the releases that I review here in Blank Generation, or Generation of Blanks, or whatever the kids are calling it these days, I bought the very same week I write the review. With each review its getting easier and easier to get the gist of a release in fewer and fewer listens. Most of my reviews are stuff that I personally buy. Here lately, I have been getting sent review materials, WHICH IS KICK ASS, but no matter. If I am sent 30 kick ass CDs, or LPs, or whatever each month, to me record reviewing always has been about spreading the message. And what better way to support the industry and support the peoples of this industry of rock and/or roll than to write about a record I love or hate.
I bought this CD today ($12.99 plus tax). Thats equivalent to a half-tank of gas for The Gobo (thats what I call my car, THE GOBO). And to let you in on a little secret, I mainly bought the CD because of the cover art. Yeah, I know, how 'comic book' of me right? I dont care though because any CD that features two new-wave computer-esque doctors trying to revive a victim from a massive abdominal wound WITH A KEYBOARD, well, you got your buttons to be pushed and I have mine. This CD pushed mine.
Musically, Add N to X reminds me of The Fight Club Soundtrack. Like The Chemical Brothers, who did that Fight Club music, Add N to X are ELECTRONICAL. Neoteric.
I dont hear any guitars. I dont hear a bass. Very limited vocals, if any at all on most songs. Bass-beats. Sampling. Keyboards. Synths. Add N to X has a lot of shit going on in this disc. Like Servotron, they seem to be in their own world too, their world, their rules, their definitions.
you absolutely hate the music from Fight Club (but damn, what a GREAT
fucking movie) then take warning: STAY AWAY. Keep to your [SUB][HUM][ANS]
LPs and your Crass shit. If youre looking for something different
then try this out. I did and Im glad I did. I suppose you could
say Im DAMN proud too. But dont mistake my pride for nationalism
because as I was reading in a WORLD BOOK Encyclopedia yesterday at the
Library about World War Part One, Nationalism was just as much a cause
of the outbreak of war than the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand, for
real though, or something. (SAB)
Briefs "Hit After Hit" CD/LP
these guys referred to as "new wave" or sum such. I guess there's
a bit of skinny tie action in here, but in reality they move around quite
a bit. Most of this is non-sucky '77 mixed with pop-ish hookorama and
speedy pre-core core. "Where Did He Go?" and "New Shoes"
are catchy, fun, and funny. I like this quite a bit. (TK)
Causey Way "Causey VS Everything" CD/LP
To match the new (wave) lime green Blank Generation layout; complete with a picture of Neoteric vanguards, Le Tigre; here is the WAY, the only way, the Causey Way.
I read about this band in an advert for Alternative Tentacles in the Razorcake zine. You see, advertising DOES help because I have seen this LP sitting idle in my local record shop dive for about three weeks now. I mean FUCK, why should a hard ass punk-rocker like myself (complete with my Crass tattoo(s) and red tri-hawk) buy a fucking album by a band who would DARE to put a field of flowers on their record cover?
Then, to call themselves 'Causey Way'... That sounds so fucking DULL. I mean FUCK, I just cant see a whole bunch of mo-hawked INDIVIDUALS, like myself, in a circle-pit throwing fists and arms and yelling out, "CAUSEY WAY! CAUSEY WAY! CAUSEY WAY!" to the beat of the music like when I saw GBH. Now THATS punk-rock! What a show! GB (fucking) H! Mo-hawks EVERYWHERE. Chaos Punks Rulz! Counter clockwise circle pit! I fell down but man; there's camaraderie in THE PIT! People who I didnt even know picked me up. They took care of me and when my brothers fell, I took care of them. Thats what you did IN THE PIT! Release aggression! Dance! Tribal! IN THE FUCKING PIT! GBH! CIRCLE-PIT!
You cant "circle-pit" to The Causey Way. I mean FUCK! They have keyboards! But wait, The Dammed had keyboards when I last seen them too. There was WAY too many GOTHS at The Dammed, the first AND ONLY time I saw them, to start any sorts of circle pit (counter clockwise or whatever). FUCK man.... Who am I trying to kid? I have been writing for The Blank Generation since around November of the year 2000. You know me. Any form of a circle-pit is the FARHTEST thing from my head when I think of The Causey Way. I dont have a red tri-hawk, NOR any Crass tattoos or ANY tattoos for that matter...or DO I?
I dont like pain enough to have a set of tattoos. Good thing to, because Im the type of guy who would go out and get a non-textured two dimensional United States flag on my chest, or Pepsi Cola logo on my arm just because I got drunk and was watching "Full Metal Jacket" or something... The good lord above blessed me with a low threshold of pain, or I would look like a fucking walking billboard.
So I see the ad in Razorcake for this record and Im thinking, "Hmmmm Maybe Jello has something there " I make a mental note to MAYBE buy it. I go down to Shake It Records the same week. I now have began limiting my record buying to around $20 each shot. If there were ANOTHER thing Im addicted to besides Generic Cola it would be record buying. I realized I had a problem when I was spending more on music purchases than food, and this just wasnt one week in a great while... It became too often so the week I purchased this LP I limited myself to $20.
Not much in the re-issues KBD department for me this week, so I decided to check out some newer stuff; the first decision I made was for The Richmond Sluts. That record had the look! Despite Duane Peters rather BUTCHERING of Smogtowns "Fuhrers" LP, I decided to give Disaster Records ANOTHER chance. Besides, the band looked like glammed out clones of Gene October from the Lurkers, but enough about the Richmond Sluts. Im going to get around to writing about that record soon enough. Im here to write about The Causey Way.
This LP was my second selection. Since I had reached an amount near $20 ALREADY I decided to take my place up front near the cash register and talk to Darrin and his brother JB, Shake It Records proprietors. Shooting the shit. Lil' Gatlinburg style.
Through the course of our discussion I seriously considered putting this record back into the bin THREE times. I tried to justify this because 1) There was a new Blonde Redhead LP out and since their last one was pretty cool this new one might be even better, 2) Causey Way is on Alternative Tentacles, a label with a rather sub-par catalog of bands behind their name (Yeah, I bought Klaus Flourides solo release and I suppose with the purchase of this LP Im finally over it), 3) I was afraid this record would sound like Tortoise. Tortoise is a band that everyone in those magazines at Shake It seemed to not get enough of and when I asked JB about them he himself said, "Ohhh Uh Theyre 'electronic', but like Emo bands they take a REALLY long time to get to their point." So when I was at Borders FIGHTING THE SYSTEM and looking for the DVD of the Outsiders, starring Patrick Swayze, ("I would pay MUNNY to see him.... I like guys and guys like me... Im what you would call an Albino..." all from the movie GUMMO, see it!) and I glanced over at the listening booths and saw that new Tortoise CD on there so I listened to a song or two AND JB WAS RIGHT! That band needs to share some of my speed stash, 4) By replacing the LP I would ease the blow IF I decided to ALSO get the Radiohead import book thing for their Amnesiac release. I dont know why I wanted it, but I did. Its a little red storybook like a kids book or something and had their new CD inside. I heard one of the tracks off the radio and I liked it; but it was $20.99, import price. Here I made a limit of $20 for myself.... Whereas spending nearly $40 seemed like too much of a splurge, $30 was closer to my self-imposed limit. Like a true addict I tried to justify excess. If I put The Causey Way LP back and got The Richmond Sluts LP and the Radiohead disc I was JUST spending $30 and not $40. I wasnt AS BAD if I JUST went 50% over my limit, but a TOTAL FAILURE if I went 100% over.
Welcome to the place I call me, fuckers.
Im sure JB and Darrin were wondering what the fuck I was doing sitting down for a couple of minutes with this LP in my hands then going back to the LPs and replacing it then going back and getting it back out again... But hey, like I said before, these guys are use to people acting weird in their store. I was just fitting in.
So I got it. Yep. I did what the shoe commercials told me. Im a good consumer. Really, I am. No need to report me, fuckers.
And once again, like an addict I surrendered one vice for another. Im addicted to The Causey Way. Despite some of the kick ass music I have bought over the past month, I cant get this LP off my turntable. You see, like in that Suran Song in Stag review, the whole battle I went through by putting this LP back and then retrieving it... It wasnt me dealing with self-limits. It was The Causey Ways "way" of choosing me. I was chosen to buy this. This LP called out to me and my sub-conscious listened. Sometimes you just got to go with the little voice inside your head. I mean FUCK, good thing I didnt listen to it when it told me to put my hand in my coat pocket at the bank and yell, "This is a stick up! Everybody FREEZE!" because I was just wanting to see what the people would do. You see being a bankrobber is a DREAM of mine.... Its hard for me to walk into banks and keep my composure. That little voice gets LOUD sometimes. Its a good thing that I have direct deposit at the place I work forcing me to deal with un-robbable ATM Machines and checks... ATM machines dont do fuck when you put your hand in your pocket in the shape of a gun and yell out, "This is a stick up! Everybody FREEZE!" because I did exactly that and the machine was all quiet and shit, like it was sizing me up. It wasnt afraid of me and that made me afraid. All it said was, "INSERT CARD TO BEGIN TRANSACTION." Tough as fucking nails! Cant go up against something that fucking tough. I cant contend.... I inserted my card and began my transaction....
I just had to scroll up on the page to see exactly where I was at in this record review. I will admit, I get a little caught up with things in my reviews, but thats me. Thats just how I am. Just ask Kenny on Broadway or the Joe Domino. Im hard to get off the phone with because when I get warmed up BAM! IM READY TO FUCKING ROLL!!!!
Lets take a moment to go even further off track. FUCK, its the Shawn Abnoxious way. I want to share with you MY NEW THING. Im a Haiku writer. I heard those new Budweiser Haiku radio commercials and knew I can do it better. Hell, the way one of my favorite rock writers writes is SORTA a mixture of haiku and stream of consciousness, but Kenny on Broadway does too much PCP to NOT get a point across. His secret? A safe mixture of PCP, amphetamine and you guessed it, good ol' reliable beer. Into 180 degrees. Expect the unexpected. Just when you think you know me, BAM! Im a fucking Haiku-ist. Enter my very own bastardized version of the Japaneeze culture. Bonsai Trees. Kamikaze headbands. Hi-yah!
One day Im going to publish a whole zine of nothing but my Haiku. Five minutes ago, despite already writing The Hives a Haiku in honor of their new CD, I SURFED the web, hung ten (or in my case hung 1/2"! HAHAHA I HAVE A SMALL DICK BECAUSE OF THE SPEED) and found the definition of haiku... I only needed the first paragraph because from there it all just got much more complicated. All I needed was the basic structuring concepts.... Dont DARE think for one minute that I am going to write about any seasons or any weak ass shit like that because the only season WORTH writing about would be winter. The winter is COLD and dark. LIKE MY PERSONA! I saved the paragraph to keep as a reference. Here, I will share it with you, but I am copying this DIRECTLY from the source. Misspellings are as they were:
"A haiku is a short poem of form (in Japanese) 5,7,5 syllables. It normally includes a seasonal reference and often conveys something deeper behind the superficial words. Haiku should ideally use simple words and describe experiences common to most readers, yet in a fresh and insightful way."
And dont even DARE to think that I give a fuck about simple words, being insightful, fresh, or any other PUSSIE shit you read up there. Like anything, with my Haiku I will attack, degrade, and break in half. I just put on "Taste of Honey" by the Viletones on my headphones. My leg is cut just below the bend of the knee on my right leg and I let the blood trail down to my foot. I took six aspirin at work today because my feet hurt. Here it goes...
Like I said, this is only the beginning. I am going to write haikus for special occasions. Next up is my buddy Liams graduation from college.
You know I have to talk about religious cults for a minute, two in particular. One is Heavens Gate and the other being that Branch Davidian thing.
You see, these groups were rad as fuck. They had a look. They had a belief. They had the power over themselves. Like it or not. Hut-hut-hike.
How many of you out there in Blank Generation land remember seeing the Heavens Gate story as it was breaking. I do because I didnt feel like doing anything except watching TV and eating various Chef Boy-ar-dee selections all day long that particular day. I remember how PERCISE everything was. They had their last meal. They had their vodka. They had their Chicken Pot pies... They had their rad fucking haircuts... I wasnt too impressed with the chemical castration thing... They had a fucking headquarters... They had uniforms... Wacked out belief... They had Velcro Shoes... Freaked out commanders... The closest thing to the X-Men EVER! The only thing they didnt have that would have even made the castration thing BEARABLE, was shitloads of explosives, firearms, underground bunkers, a kick ass logo that you could put on belt-buckles and you guessed it; a belief that the apocalypse was coming.
I thought, and still think, that the Heavens Gate CREW would have been pretty interesting people to be around. Stimulating conversation. I wear simplistic Velcro Shoes now in their honor. They are the closest thing to the CLASSIC shoe that each member adorned when they left their vessels behind. Hale-bop! Those WERE special times!
remember seeing that comet in the sky and saying to myself, "Have
Now, The Branch Davidians... I live in a town with a punk-rocker scene that, up until last summer, had three (3) ANNUAL Branch Davidian memorial BBQs. The only reason they ended was the moving of its organizers away from this fair, riotous city. On a side note, watch out LA....
You see, I dont share a COMMON belief with society when it comes to the Branch Davidians. The media said a lot of things that may or may not have been true. I figure anytime you see any news bit you are only getting the story they want you to hear to make whoever more "worthy." We cant escape the facts they shared with us.
were stockpiling weapons. Why? Because they actually have seen THEIR
They had a big gunfight with the ATF, AND KICKED THEIR ASS. In the end it took a siege and tanks to get the job done. The Branch Davidians had tanks on order, but they did not arrive in time for the standoff.
When I go (you know thats my cool Young Guns way of saying WHEN I DIE) I want to go out in a blaze of glory just like The Branch Davidians and Chavo and Billy and the other Regulators. Regulators mount up and ride. Youre going to reap the Whirlwind. Im gonna make you famous. Praise God.
The Causey Way take the whole visualness of cult ideology and mix it up with some nu-classic Neoteric Punk/Wave sounds to be one of the best bands I have heard in a long while.
This year is shaping up even tougher than last year. Adding band like The Causey Way and The Lost Sounds to my Neoteric Corps is a DANGEROUS thing. I feel almost sorry for good ol' fashioned Rock and Roll. Pretty soon this web site might be called Neoteric Generation. Joe asked me if Im as cool with a possible name change in the future AND if I still remember Dale Earnhart, so I told Joe I would be cool with him renaming Blank Generation to Neoteric Generation and how could I EVER forget ol' Number 3? The fucking intimidator!!!!!
If you miss Servotron, well The Causey Way reminds me of something like that. In fact, I dont know roster histories or anything for either of the bands, but after having one of my friends (which doubles over as a BG reader) to dub me a copy of a Cause Way CDEP, I think Servotron and The Causey Way are linked. The Causey Way fills my yearning for more Servotron. Cults, Robots... Whats the difference?
The Causey Way also bring to mind bands like Berlin, composers of one of the best new wave records ever made, The Pleasure Victim. Berlin also did that song from Top Gun ("Take My Breath Away"), but trust me, when you hear a song like "Riding on the Metro" and you will flip yer fucking lid. There isnt much difference between the stuff The Causey Way are putting out and the stuff Berlin was doing, except of course exchange the infatuation with sex that Berlin has and replace it with the infatuation of cult ideologies that the Way have.
Break beat. Start and stop. Well written and definitely dancable... The Causey Way is a band I think will never grow old to me. Keyboards, drums, mostly female vocals. No ignoring the guitar and bass either The Causey Way sounds like they know what they are doing.
If you like some of the classic new wave that never seems to grow old, or are into some of the fresh wave stuff thats being put out there today like The Lost Sounds or Selby Tigers AND/OR are a fan of my very own Neoteric Punk Wave movement then I strongly urge you to pick this up.
It was after listening to this LP about 5000 times when I stop in a Rest Area just south of Lodi (pronounced Low Die), and just north of Columbus Ohio where I photographed a pair of underwear that one would assume was male underwear, because I was defecating in the mens restroom (and preparing a speedball), but still yet had the distinctive look of female pant-ties. After relieving myself I capture a squadron of dairy cows forming on my position. One was taking a shit so I took some action shots of it. And you know what? I never did get a picture of the floor-mopping dwarf But hey, I got a cow taking a shit!
Causey Way is the only way! (SAB)
Child Molestors "The Legendary Brown Album" LP
Just when I get done running my yap on the Killed By Death Message Board about how I want a Child Molestors collection, BAM!, theres a re-issue of The LEGENDARY Brown Album! Its not a collection because it doesnt have "Hillside Strangler" or "Punch you in the Face," but fuck, this will do, I guess.
Ask and ye shall receive motherfuckers!
So what do you get when a late 70s band is making some indescribable racket in the house on the corner? They arent bad "kids," but you never see them without a beer in their hand and a cigarette in their mouth. They dont mow their lawn. They dont trim their hedges. Their driveway is cracking and mostly gravel. You call them The Child Molestors...or rather, they call themselves that.
Making every paragraph, instead of a continuation of a certain thought, a "re-start," a "do-over." Creation can be a dirty thing. 1-2-3-4!
So, the band that swooned me first with their version of "Dont Worry Koyoko," then later amazed me with "Punch You in the Face" and "The Hillside Strangler," and it WAS that I was impressed NFD (No fucking doubt)... The Child Molestors, a band I knew nothing about, became a band I would dream of. How wild. How crazy. How degrading? They, a band with balls enough to call themselves something so controversial as The Child Molestors, how while-wild could they possibly be? Yeah, pretty THAT indeed Fill in the blanks but FUCK MAN, make it good!
This LP is really a treat to the ears. Just what I fucking needed right fucking now. Couldnt have came at a better time. In this "bear" economy, in this "reality" series, the economy is in the shitter. Some guy at my work was talking about how there was a missing nuclear warhead in the earths atmosphere (or something like that AKA "along those lines") somewhere, and when I come home from work turn it to CN (fucking) N and hear nothing about it! I feel as if Im being lied to. I feel as if something is hidden just below the surface and SOMETHING is about to get fucked. When we, as a human race, FINALLY destroy ourselves it will be an accident I bet. One fucking laugh after another.... You can call it "X Amount of Grief."
The LP has absolutely nothing on the cover except an imprinted inscription reading THE CHILD MOLESTORS in the front. Its called The Legendary BROWN Album, but its really a deep burgundy type color. No song titles, no nothing besides a 8 1/2 X 11 sheet of paper listing a slew of song titles with a disclaimer along the lines of "SOME of these titles MAY appear on this album." Fuck yeah! I got an LP not so long ago by The Horrors. I didnt see one song title on that LP either, but when the Molestors do it, its art! Yes it frustrates me, but FUCK, its art! Who am I to question though? Im no fucking Martha Stewart. Im no Bill Shakespeare. Im just Shawn Abnoxious and aint worth a fuck.
And I suppose thats why this LP really appeals to me. Im not worth a fuck. Those politically minded individuals, like all you anar-chist and PC people, your FINE, your LOVELY. I could say we have no beef with one another but that may be offensive so I will just say we have no 'Textured Vegetable Protein' with one another... You are beautiful just the way you are. Keep on keepin' on and all that shit but please, for the sake of shock-rockers everywhere, STAY AWAY. This LP isnt for you!
A lyric sheet/poster comes along with this LP splattered with pornography and pictures of the band. Some band members are wearing nazi uniforms. Sometimes the band surrounds themselves with very 70s styled women. In a couple of pictures one of the band members are wearing a pretty disturbing mask... One of the members lugs around a guitar in places like train tracks and what appears to be degrading alleys in-between buildings, next to piles of trash that could never be MADE, just developed....
The Child Molestors are about being offensive, shock rock pioneers. Songs about "homos" that come across much like similar Angry Samoans type themes. Songs about surfing. Songs about voodoo. Songs about disco. Songs about homicidal maniacs named Brenda Spencer. The asking price is enough just for the first B-side song called "X Amount of Grief." This one is a scorcher, one to set standards by Influenced by Blues and good old-fashioned rock and/or Roll, The Child Molestors exploded ON the late seventies/early eighties music scene only to disappear and be coveted by worthless assholes like myself. Thats OK. I know my place in things.
If yer a fan of The Mentors and/or The Fuckemos and have yet to hear this band, you should. Pioneers. Oh, before I go I just want to tell you about another completely different version of "Dont Worry" on this record. Its much more superior to the Killed by Death version you all have probably heard. The Child Molestors version is soo damn good that the other evening my better half (Ms. Communication) told me that if I didnt put something else on the turntable besides The Child Molestors doing "Dont Worry Koyoko" she was going to go insane and start throwing stuff. Now THATS ROCK AND/OR ROLL!!!!
still have it boys. You STILL have it! Hey, Kawasaki or something like
Crimson Sweet "S/T" 7"
picked up Crimson Sweets two 7"s while I was down in The
City. Shawn, Kenny and Mark have said nothing but good things about
them, so I said, "Why the fuck not? Its only $5 bucks."
Their noise is very
New York. Its a trashcan recording (good),
with strident vocals (even better) and minimalistic guitar work (in other
words, stripped-down, crude punk). I like it, you probably wont.
Crimson Sweet "Robot Bus Driver" 7"
coalition of the raucous and the harmonious, much like their name. The
Sweets 2nd 7" is a lot more experimental than
their last record. Art punk, but still punk. Instead of an all out attack,
they creep up behind you and slit your throat. And while you lay there
dying, Crimson Sweet will sing to you, and you will except your fate.
To die by their sound is not a crime but an honor. (JD)
Moon "Trash & Burn" CD
Detroit Cobras "Life, Love and Leaving" CD/LP
Detroit Cobras! Rock N Roll! The Detroit Cobras! Racheal Nagy
is a siren! If you like soulful rock n roll thats youthful
and full of spunk you must have the Detroit Cobras. This is their 2nd
album, all covers
What!? Therere fewer mistakes that way
"Hey Sailor," "Cry On," "Boss Lady," and
"Shout BamaLama" are classics revived! Go on now! (JD)
Dirtbombs "Ultraglide in Black" LP/CD
Id tell you that Im indifferent to both cover albums and old
soul music, but this album doesnt fuck around. Its some kinda
inexplicable rock and soul amalgamationno, not like the Bellraysthat
flawlessly espouses the worthy elements of both genres; the result is
a fresh (and very danceable?) album that I wouldnt hesitate to recommend
to any fans of Mick Collins other projects. Buy it, spin the covers
of Stevie Wonder, Barry White, and Curtis Mayfield, and try to seduce
your best friends girlfriend. You wont regret it. Well, buying
the album anyway. (EL)
Flash Express "Who Stole the Soul?" 7"
Ready fo some fuzzed out, amped up garage rock n roll!?
YES SUH, I CAN DIG IT! Lemme call my babydoll
be a dance party at the Blank Generation Headquarters tonight! Im
ready to shimmy! Im ready to shake! Swing that rock n
roll cats! The Flash Express are gonna heat things up to 110 with their
soulful style! (JD)
Generators "Tyranny" CD/LP
it didnt take this band too long to fall from grace. I had high
hopes for the Generators after hearing their 7" on TKO Records about
a month ago. I dont know what happened to these kids, but the Generators
have cleaned up their act for their full-length. Why call yourselves a
punk band when you record like youre fucking Blink 182!? Fuck your
pristine, shimmering guitars, recording em one at a time so
you dont fuck up! You "street kids" into the Forgotten,
Dropkick Murphys, whatever, get in line. Herds! (JD)
Hookers "For Those About To Rot" LP
Recorded live in Green Bay... Yup, I was there. We knew this fucker was gonna' be recorded, so we spent a good chunk of Throttlefinger's set next door at the bar playing a "game" we made up where we chugged pints of rail drinks, passed them to the right, and resumed when the glass made it back around the table. Five of us put down six or seven of those puppies in a half-hour. Chad was eating cigarette butts. Ryan fell down. I was out of my head.
We took center stage, screamed non-sequitors, fell down, sang along with all the songs from "Satan's Highway," and walked away not-really-remembering. It SEEMED like an amazing set. Well, that all happened over a year ago. I can't really hear any of the crowd hysteria beyond the occasional mic-grab. I couldn't even point to a section where, "I totally yelled 'shit can ankle fuck'." Nope, I might as well have been at home washing my unmentionables. Fuh-za.
Hookers? Fairly typical set, a little faster than usual for this era of
the band. Drugs were involved. Not a bad relic. Wish I were there. (TK)
Mullens "Tough to Tell" CD/LP
think old rock n roll would seem a little dull after all these
decades; so many decades fighting for genuine, unhindered, timeless rock
n roll. The Mullens have pledged their lives towards their
trade. Those looking for the NYC rock n roll sound of the
late 70s or those just looking for a good time get on the fuckin
Mullens train! These cool cats offer up 12 outstanding tracks including,
"Talkin To My Baby", "Goodbye Lady", and "Out
with the Boys." (JD)
Nothings "Lovely" CD
Nothings Aged Punk Rockers? I think not! Their last album (originally
put out in 1983, re-released in 1999) is good, but their newest offering
is way better! Givin ya a double-dose of punk rock and power pop,
the Nothings are a snotty group with infectious tunes thats sure
to be a pogo party with every spin. Picture the Undertones vocals,
the Sex Pistols chunky guitars, and the Ramones melodies and
youll have the Nothings. You get 11 tracks including, "What
Went Wrong," "That Girls a Slut," and "I Cant
Robert Pollard "Waved Out" CD
"Empties crushed and fired away."
My Dad is Dead. Sebadoah. Guided By Voices (of course). Mission of Burma. Einsteins Riceboys. The Beatles. Beat Happening. The Ass Ponys. Brian Eno. Take it for what you will you empties. Waved out. Its fine on the outside! Just fucking fine....
I got this disc from the "used" bin today. I didnt know who in the fuck Robert Pollard was, and this is going to be somewhat humorous later in this review so just bare with me.... So I see this disc in the used bin. The cover art really captured my eye. I dunno, maybe this was just my week or something concerning cover art. I mean, I bought two discs this week, two that I havent previously heard before today, and liked them both! Especially this disc! It really blows me away.
This disc is surreal, like that Fiona Apple video where shes running around in her pant-ties with a spotlight and starving supermodels, both male and female, barely clothed are taking naps everywhere. Some call that video "suggestive." It makes me want to get a steak knife and take a fucking nap. Im like, "Yeah! Nap time! I need a defensive weapon for this nap!" There is a whole freaky element to that video (hence the need to arm ones self with kitchen steak knifes) and this CD has that same eerieness too. Arm yourself. Prepare for.... Prepare for.... I dunno, The Mind Police or something...
So I get this disc from the used bin and JB lets me put it in the CD player to preview it. Yep, Im at Shake It Records (again). Its a pretty usual day too. Shake It is in a neighborhood thats one of the most racially mixed neighborhoods in the city. There are also a wide variety of weirdoes who have conversations with themselves, the sidewalks, street signs, or whatever. We have interesting names for the cast of characters like "Hercules" who told JB and Darrin that he is really strong. "The Mixer" who still isnt sure if he wants to be a mixer or a DJ (probably a mixer though, he later decided) when his rap-thing gets off the ground. He comes over at the beginning of the month to buy CD's. Like when he gets his check if you know what I mean... And lastly, I will tell you about "Wiper" who is a mentally handicapped gentleman who is pretty touchy-feely and likes to hug and shake hands. But after he shakes your hand he will ALWAYS rapidly shake it again, like your touch left some sort of ooze, or maybe germs, or something on his hand that he is trying to get off and then wipes his hand on his shirt or something to get off whatever the initial shaking didnt eliminate. He is obsessed with going to a restaurant called the Golden Corral which is by a mall called Forest Fair mall that I told him I live by when he asked my address. Some of the cast just come into the store, do a few laps, maybe sit around for a minute or two, then get up and leave. This happens so much that Darrin and JB sometimes dont even notice that they come in. Interesting folks.
Anyway, so this is the place I buy records. So I get this CD and play it on the stores sound system. A store patron, female, looks up from the used CDs where I had just liberated this same very CD and asks, '"Is this Guided By Voices?" I said, "I dont even know who this is. I got it because the CD cover kicks ass." Then I open up the CD booklet and look at the pictures....
Of course, Robert Pollard! THAT GUY! That guy from Guided by Voices!
Years ago, hell it might have even been the same time that this CD was being worked on, or maybe a bit before.... 1998, The year the Challenger Exploded into the Gobi Desert! This is Robert Pollards solo effort! Well knock my dick in the dirt...
Ms. Communication and I met this guy one night at a bar named after a sexual act called Hummers. One of our friends who was in a band called The Tasties (which did a kick ass version of "Bodies" originally done by The Dammed) introduced us after a Socials set to Robert Pollard and all his buddies.
I mean FUCK; the guy probably doesnt even remember me. I never showed him my dick and hes never seen mine... Its just one of those ROCK AND/OR ROLL FUN FACTS proving how much of a regional rock-journalist I am. I mean dig this... The fella who introduced us from the Tasties; well, it was two brothers from the band really They were named Terry and Louie and they were a couple of kick ass individuals, its been years since I seen them. They knew such Dayton influents as Guided by Voices personnel and Louie was in a version of The Amps, Kim Deals band after the Breeders. Kim Deal even showed up at a Socials show one time and NOW, we get to the real reason why I brought up all this rock star shit... At this show Kim showed up at, in a coffee shop called Plan B just up the streets from Hummers I began my new tradition of starting shit in Dayton venues. I grabbed the throat of a guy who gave Ms. Communication the middle finger. I should have just punched him. This fuck-head came at me with his studded punk-belt! It was so damn funny that I LET the fifteen or so people that got in-between us stop me. Later, as a sign of PEACE he asked to trade badges. I dont remember what he got from me but what I got from him was a rusted out two-tone pin. Go FUCKING figure!
This CD is pretty damn impressive. When you got songs like "Vibration in the Woods" (heading north), the VERYYY!!!!!! VVVVEEEERRRYYYY!!!! Impressive "Subspace Biographies" (has a Le Tigre feel), the first track, "Make Use" (Eno!) backed with "Waved Out", "Steeple of Knives" and "Caught Waves Again," you have a solid release. It comes off like "Taking Tiger Mountain" by Eno a lot, but thats OK. It is releases like this, which I had in mind to be under the protective definitions of Neoteric. I respect CDs like this because the disc is well rounded and a pleasure to listen to. I hear song after song and when each new track rears its head Im like "Yes! This song!" and shit... This disc sounds fine being played at eleven.
Explorative (Lewis & Clark). It found me. (SAB)
JAP "Split" 7"
Robweoza "Get Confident Stupid" CD
is a pop punk type group with all those goofy, whinny, foolish lyrics
that the Screeching Weasel kids expect these days. Victor, the vocalist,
has the same monotone, off-key vocal stylings that appear in say...Bad
Religion, but I hate Bad Religion. So its real hard for me to like
this CD. However, the drummer is on the mark, and the music is catchy,
so if you wanna here Bad Religion and Screeching Weasel makin out
Strokes "Modern Age" CDEP
I guess I am really lucky. I live in a town with a radio station thats
not owned by Jacor or some other gigantic Media conglomerate. Its an alternative
station called WOXY 97X (97.7 on your FM dial; web broadcast available
too). Even though I have listened to the station since High School I have
just recently began to realize how much of a resource it is.
Tension Wire "Explicits" CD
isnt really a "punk" record. But, Ill let it slide
because Tension Wire sound like Dinosaur Jr. after a few Cherry Cokes!
Remember Dinosaur? I do. "Freakscene" has to be one of the coolest
songs Dinosaur, or any band, ever wrote. Tension Wire isnt quite
up to Dinosaurs level yet, but they have that same crunchy guitar
sound with those rough vocals and
fuck! You have to hear
the CD to hear the influences; theyre so openly obvious. I wonder
were J. is these days anyway
V/A "920 Blues" 12"
Trickknee sent me this advanced CDR promo of his new record like two months
ago! And I still dont think the bloody compilation is out yet! Come
on Todd! Well, when it does get released I urge every one of you garage
punk zealots to pick one up. Mostly showcasing Wisconsin groups, "920
Blues" features great rock n roll acts like the Teenage
Rejects, Leghounds, Derks, Shutups, and the Mistreaters, as well as the
famed Rip Off Records band the Reds! Trick Knee gives ya ten tunes full
of blood, guts, and alcohol. (JD)
Wednesdays "Spirit War" 7"
pretty cool bluesy, punked-up single as performed by a Quadrajet (said
in the voice of Paul Bearer: "Its Fang!") and his two
competent counterparts. Selective listeners might find fault in the slower
ballad-like tune on the A-side, but the other two romp n rollers
more than make up for the clunker. Now Im squirming for a full-length
White Stripes "White Blood Cells" CD/LP
White Stripes have a lot to live up to with this record. I thought De
Stijl was one of the best albums of 2000. And though I havent
encountered any indie fags who hold the White Stripes on a pedestal like
some of the other guys, I have seen their out of print 7"s on eBay
for around $30 bucks a pop. Whatever, White Blood Cells is a decent
follow-up to their second album, but it isnt as proficient as their
last album. The music is still the same blues/folk/rock n
roll technique like on all their earlier records, but the songs arent
as potent as the ones on De Stijl. A lot of the songs lyrics
on this album are very abstruse and capricious. That can be a good thing,
but the tracks that I think standout are, "Hotel Yorba," "Fell
in Love with a Girl," "Were Going to be Friends,"
"I Thing I Smell a Rat," and "This Protector." If
you are a fan of the White Stripes and are eagerly anticipating this albums
release on June 25, 2001 you probably wont be all that displeased
with your purchase. The White Stripes are a great band, and do not deserve
a contrite review, but dont expect the genius that appeared on De
X "Aspirations" LP
Anxious, obnoxious rock n roll from down under
thats just aching to dominate your turntable for weeks. If you bought
the "Home Is Where the Floor Is" EP (now temporarily out of
print) youll want this model 70s punk rock gem. Xs Aspirations
comes off as a little more mature than the EP. The guitars are stripped
naked and there is more of a focal point on the actual songs, rather than
the EPs balls out barrage of blows to the brain. All in all, RockNRoll
Blitzkrieg gives ya 14 tunes including such classics as, "Suck Suck",
"Good On Ya Baby", "I Dont Wanna Go Out", and
"Dipstick." If you know whats good for you youll
get this record. (JD)
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