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Graham from Morton Grove, IL 
Aug 17 2008 Rating: 5/5 Stars
Riptides -Drop Out CD
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Riptides
Drop Out CD

I'm giving this raw and rude album a 5 basically cos it has THREE songs about zombies on it, with one of these being about my all-time fave film, 'Dawn of The Dead'. What does this sound like? Well, it sounds exactly like a (very poorly played) mix of Screeching Weasel (even stealing a line from 'Boogada') and The Queers, so if you like them (ie if you like The Ramones) you'll like this. Wimpy sings on a track and Joe Queer sings and produces, so this angle of things is obvious.

Lyrically, it's just cheapjack misogyny and junkscumpunk and splattershit, with every other word as 'fuck' (which is fine). It's absolutely nothing you haven't heard before a million times, but taking it for what it is, ie a bunch of barely-sentient wrecks who cannot play, it's pretty damned entertaining overall. I have listened to it a coupla times today and have found the chorus for the two best shitkicker rabble-rouser romper-stompers here, 'Night of The Living Dead' and 'Degenerate Girl', ricocheting through my head like a bullet through JFK's, so that may tell you something. Go on, buy this unoriginal sonic sloppy seconds and get drunk to it, you know you want to....

Graham from Morton Grove, IL 
Aug 13 2008 Rating: 1/5 Stars
Off With Their Heads -From The Bottom CD
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Off With Their Heads
From The Bottom CD

I am giving this a 1 cos I vacillate between despising it and everything it stands for (glad I bought it with a Visa gift card and not my own cash) and getting the fuck off on it when I am really pissed off (at which time it would rate a 5).

Makes you feel better about yourself cos you think well shit, I could be the wacky skumpunk who sings and writes the damaged self-pitying lyrics in OWTH. This sounds exactly like Screeching Weasel with a bit of Dillinger Four and Descendents thrown in - utterly unoriginal as hell, with a vocalist who oddly sounds like he comes from a late 80s English pop-punk band like Snuff or terminus or something. Still, nobody ever accused the now-defunkt intellectually bankrupt punk subgenre of new ides and depth or style.

But this actually plays like a satire on bland emo bands, cos it has the same sort of lyrical concerns - lost girlfriends, private personal solipsistic pain, caring about nobody but yourself, being angry at friends or enemies, how much life just fukken sukks dood - except this occasionally-wannabe-poetic pathetic whiney shit is (probably) real. It could be written by a teenage boy with English as a second language after a week of bad acid trips. It's great and it grates. It's absolutely nothing you haven't heard before, and is , to its detriment, far less raw than the equally execrable-cum-excellent Hospitals.

Stay in school. Otherwise you could end up in a band like this.

Be warned.

Graham from Morton Grove, IL 
Dec 17 2006 Rating: 5/5 Stars
Mr. T Experience -Milk, Milk, Lemonade CD
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Mr. T Experience
Milk, Milk, Lemonade CD

I'd forgotten what a great wee album this is! Had it on vinyl back in daze of yore (whatever 'yore' is) when it first came out (sent to SF for it) and rebought the CD here for the great cover of What Difference Does It Make by The Smiths on it. And am happily surprised by the rest of the album too, which I haven't heard in over a decade.

Great pop-punk harmonies (with some of the guitar suspiciously sounding like John Jughead from Screeching Weasel, whose My Brain Hurts was the Lookout! release after this one) and superb, funny, quirky, eccentric, surreal, alliterative lyrics. Which is no real surprise, as Dr. Frank has gone on to write the book King Dork. One of the best lyrics EVER here: "There's something you ought to know before you think you understand/I'm invisible and I've got a robot friend." Beat THAT!

Buy this one. You won't regret it.

:)

G.

Graham from Morton Grove, IL 
Nov 7 2006 Rating: 3/5 Stars
Even In Blackouts -Fall Of The House Of Even CD
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Even In Blackouts
Fall Of The House Of Even CD

Hmmm. Misleading advertising. Info here for this album sez that each song is a different muzakal style, as each is supposed to be a different room in a house (for some oblique reason). Not quite. You do indeed get pop-punk, jazz, R&B, bluegrass and country...but mostly pop-punk. Sort of generic pop-punk at that; this could be said to be EIB's first vaguely generic, formulaic release. Endless loops of start quiet and slow...build up tension slow...Lizzie sings quietly...guitar gets more frantic speedy woundup...BURST INTO POP PUNK LOUD FAST PROUD...back to quiet again...bit with Lizzie singing with only drum or acoustic guitar accompaniment...bit with Lizzie singing with 'uplifting' backing vocals...rinse and repeat ad infinitum.

Album Negatives: Horrible washed-out doesn't-really-fit-the-album-content unattractive monochrome artwork (the cover illustration, one of John Pierson's, looks like a cheesy poorly pixellated demon from an old Spectrum 48K game I used to play in the early 80s, 'Fairlight' - you think YOU use oblique references, John?); hard-to-read lyrics with a good few spelling errors; a song list on the back of the album whose song positions don't match the song positions on the CD; some of the worst, most ludicrous lyrics ever written in the titular track ("The pie crawls to a futon, losing a few shoelaces, and a broken watch on the way"???!!! WHAT THE FUCK???!!!) which miss surrealism and even pretentiousness and veer smack bang into abject pointless stupidity; some of the pop-punk numbers generically blend into each other, sounding much the same as it ever was.

Album Positives: VERY tight musically (you would expect nothing less from a band of professional musicians); SUPERB drumming (Bice's skinspounding now rivals the peerless Lumley's); Lizzie's voice sounds the best it ever has and that lassie can SING, man!; musically eclectic-and-interesting-in-places.

And that's pretty much it, really. This is a listenable enough, slightly melancholic album, with John's usual never-quite-in-mental-focus wordwork and fun fine guitar. It was part-financed by the band's fans, and has a crap song where a few of them get to say a brief message on it, plus a coupla funny cameos from some small kid. Also has a pointless load of outtakes from the recording too. But ultimately Pierson knows he can't escape his huge Scr----ing W---el sharptooth historical shadow and includes a cover of I Can See Clearly Now, a SW staple since the longdonegone daze they covered it on My Brain Hurts in 1991. He knows what the fans want, after all. And this album only occasionally delivers on that satisfying sonic score.

G.

Graham from Morton Grove, IL 
Oct 26 2006 Rating: 4/5 Stars
Crucifucks -Our Will Be Done CD
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Crucifucks
Our Will Be Done CD

Ah, now what a wacky wee platter THIS is. Early-to-mid-80s super-angry hardcore politicopunk from a sociopathic-sounding 6'9" nutter ranting about murdering cops, bombing holiday parades, about being more (self)'righteous' than fellow political activists, supporting Gadaffi (ask yer parents - before yer time), cutting off the president's head and mailing it to Christians (whom he wants to torch) in a garbage bag, taking LSD and psychically praying that army planes crash and then taking credit for it when it happens, hating the media and government and people in general...QUALITY MAYHEM.

If these ingredients listed here are your cup of vitriol (and let's face it, who DOESN'T like that kind of weird, damaged shit?) then buy this CD. It's the only two albums the band ever put out combined on one CD, and both albums sound somewhat different - Winsonsin, the second (which I used to have on blue vinyl, back in the daze when people bought such a thing) throws weird Native American Indian and acoustic stuff through the insanely angry mix (Doc Dart, the singer, has THE worst 'singing' voice you will EVER hear - it's pure satire, and obviously a HUGE influence on Joey Vindictive of The Vindictives, another bitter, angry, sneering, self-righteous, pathetic-sounding fool of a man) to create a vastly different sound to the first, early-80s-hardcore-politicopunk-inspired first album.

If you're angry and murderous and sociopathic and bitter and sick and and an obnoxious prick, BUY THIS. You'll LOVE it. And be amused to learn that wee Doc Dart now works in a gas station in Michigan. Ironic for somebody so anti-corporate; karmic almost. What guess around comes around, eh?

Graham from Morton Grove, IL 
Sep 19 2006 Rating: 1/5 Stars
Bronx -Bronx (2003) CD
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Bronx
Bronx (2003) CD

Wow dood this is like totally awesome! It's the most awesomely awesome album I have heard in all my 17 years! Fuck yeah! This shit rocks like a motherfucker!

Actually, I'm not 17 and this album is terrible. There are traces of Dead Kennedys, Suicidal Tendencies, Iggy And The Stooges (BIG vocal influence), The Hives and, somewhat oddly, Snuff, the English pop-punk outfit, amongst others - the usual unoriginal contemporary tempo mishmash, in other words. There is only ONE GOOD FUCKING SONG on this WHOLE CD, the first one, the one that is the theme for that shitty braindead asshole-filled show Call To Greatness (Call To Gratingness more like!). I accidentally caught it flipping channels one day, the song stuck in my head, I bought the album on the strength of an MP3 of it, hoping the rest of the album would live up to it and...

..another $12.50 I coulda spent on cheap booze down the fucking drain. This album is a prime example of the reason why I don't buy new punk shit.

Sigh.

Fuck it.

Flush this.

Can I get my money back?

Please?

Graham from Morton Grove, IL 
Sep 8 2006 Rating: 5/5 Stars
Screeching Weasel -Screeching Weasel CD
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Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel CD

"That's right, your stereo is FUCKED UP!!!!!"

Remember stereos? Shit, showing my age...

This is one of the greatest albums ever made.

I connected with this when it first came out around 1987 or so (yes, I'm that old) and I still love it. It comes from the primordial sonic swamp daze when Ben Weasel wasn't taking singing lessons, writing ludicrously pathetic blogs about shaving, or kissing up to members of teenybompoid crap bands like All-American Rejects in the vain desperate hope his career could be revivified again.

This album is BRILLIANT and remains one of my all-time faves (along with the incomparable My Brain Hurts and Boogada Boogada Boogada). It sounds absolutely NOTHING like the rest of SW's output but is no less great for that. It's basically late 80s hardcore (replete with a rogue's gallery of 80s pop-and-unpop references like Top Gun, Madonna, Ronald Reagan, Bernie Goetz, World War III, etc...before your time, ya whippersnapper!) rambleranting with...and this is deeply important, because both Weasel and Jughead seem to have forgotten this aspect of their early recordings in recent years...

...A FUCKING GREAT GOOFY SNOTTY SANITY-SAVING SENSE OF HUMOR.

Who gives a FUCK about existential angst (Fidatevi or Emo, the latter of which nonetheless does have a few good songs) or suchlike? What the kids wanted - want - from messrs Foster and Pierson is SILLY POP PUNK SONGS, and it always will be so. If you're young and pissed off, you'll LOVE this album. If you're old and pissed off, you'll LOVE this album (though with somewhat less energy). If you're me (which you're not)(unless the person writing this is an impostor) you'll LOVE this album. It's just a great stupid (a song about cows? BRILLIANT!) fun (a song about putting your gerbil in a microwave? BRILLIANT!) swearing-filled platter that you're doing yourself a disservice by not buying it. And the hardcore boys at the SW core are doing themselves a disservice by not remembering the fun spirit of this recording. "America, love it or leave it/well I would if I could but I don't have any money!" Write a better line. I DARE any of you reading this. Including the band.

Okay, so, yeah, buy the fucker. But I guess you picked up that vibe already.

Onwards, G.

 
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