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or Husker Du album was coming<br />
out, but those days are long gone,<br />
thanks in no small part to every twobit<br />
Blink 182/ NOFX/ Queers/<br />
Screeching Weasel clone group that<br />
has ever dragged itself up from the<br />
pits of Hades. So why do I like a<br />
band that relishes in performing<br />
songs that gave me nightmares as a<br />
child in a style that normally makes<br />
me want to climb into a bell tower<br />
and smoke a few people? Hell if I<br />
know, but DAMN are they good at it.<br />
This, their third album, is just as<br />
funny, catchy and downright<br />
smokin’ as their last effort. Their<br />
focus of attack this time out is on the<br />
‘60s and they put their own indelible<br />
stamp on some of the worst songs<br />
from that decade, and even render<br />
the Stone Pony’s “Different Drum”<br />
listenable, the original of which<br />
probably makes even Linda<br />
Ronstadt and the Eagles cringe every<br />
time it comes over a nearby radio<br />
speaker. MFGGs certainly won’t<br />
change my life or anything, but they<br />
did learn me that there are exceptions<br />
to even the most rigid of rules.<br />
Besides, how many punk albums do<br />
you own that your mother knows all<br />
the lyrics to before you even put the<br />
damn thing on? -Jimmy Alvarado<br />
(Fat)<br />
ME FIRST AND THE<br />
GIMME GIMMES<br />
“Shannon” 7”<br />
MF and the GG’s always give me<br />
time to reflect on my musical<br />
upbringing, since they cover old shit<br />
and make it listenable. My parents<br />
never listened to a lot of music<br />
beyond The Kingston Trio (Who the<br />
Dropkick Murphys cover and modify,<br />
by the way, with “Skinhead on<br />
the MTA”) and The Limelighters, so<br />
I don’t have many musical scars to<br />
excise. That covered, I don’t even<br />
pretend to know dick about Del<br />
Shannon. I’ve heard “Runaway”<br />
when standing in line to get gas, but<br />
the Gimmes grow it some nuts, get it<br />
faster, scuff it up and I like it quite a<br />
bit. It may be the way that Spike<br />
sings, but the way the Gimme’s present<br />
a song, I actually listen to the<br />
words and like it more than I could<br />
possibly enjoy the original. “Hats off<br />
to Larry” is a big, ol’ fuck you to a<br />
chick. The narrator’s happy that a<br />
girl got dumped by Larry because<br />
the girl previously fucked him over.<br />
Me First and the Gimme Gimmes<br />
are single-handedly overthrowing<br />
AM radio by making those moldy<br />
oldies, polishing them up with punk<br />
spit (and a drum track), and makin’<br />
‘em golden. -Todd (BYO)<br />
MELVINS<br />
“Colossus of Destiny” CD<br />
Okay, I’m 10 minutes and 34 seconds<br />
into the one 60 minute track on<br />
this and, so far, it sounds like outtakes<br />
from the soundtrack to<br />
“Forbidden Planet.” The cover says<br />
this is a live recording, so I’ll stick it<br />
out and see if there are any actual<br />
songs on this. At 12 1/2 minutes it<br />
still sounds pretty much the same.<br />
Twenty-five minutes in and still no<br />
change. Is this some sort of tribute to<br />
Bastard Noise? Forty-nine minutes:<br />
Oh, neat...drums! At 54 minutes it<br />
almost sounds like a song, but at this<br />
point, I no longer give a fuck. -<br />
Jimmy Alvarado (Ipecac)<br />
MEMBRANES, THE<br />
“Kiss Ass, Godhead” CD<br />
So far as I’m able to tell, this is a rerelease<br />
of an album that came out 12<br />
years ago. This is one of those bands<br />
I’d always heard of but never actually<br />
took the time to listen to, primarily<br />
‘cause I always thought they were<br />
one o’ them Crass-type bands and I<br />
hated Crass back then. Well, I’m<br />
kicking myself in the ass pretty hard<br />
right about now, ‘cause this disc let<br />
me know exactly what I missed out<br />
on. This was produced by Albini<br />
back in his Big Black daze and the<br />
overall sound is reminiscent of that<br />
period. I guess this stuff would be<br />
called “post-punk,” and it has all the<br />
trappings: razorwire-sounding guitar,<br />
rumbly bass, lotsa “space” in the<br />
sound and all, but the songs are well<br />
realized and are catchy in a weird<br />
way. I guess I’ve got a new band<br />
whose back catalog I must search<br />
out. -Jimmy Alvarado (Overground)<br />
MERLE HAGGARD<br />
“If I Could Only Fly” CD<br />
The man is a musical maverick, an<br />
enigmatic well-traveled larger-thanlife<br />
legend, a stern and stoic leathery-faced<br />
old outlaw who’s sturdily<br />
rode the hellbent-on-fury buckin’<br />
bronco of life into many a duststirred<br />
silhouetted sunset. His music<br />
is country, pure and simple and noholds-barred.<br />
Yep, on this here smorgasbord<br />
spread of delectably tasty<br />
ditties, old-time country’n’western<br />
is heartily served by the musically<br />
mercurial master himself, Mr. Merle:<br />
whiskey-sippin’ country twang that<br />
smoothly quenches the debilitative<br />
thirst of the forlorn, lost, and forgotten<br />
transient nomads aimlessly wandering<br />
the vast sprawling expanses<br />
of America’s endlessly open rural<br />
desolation; chugga-chugga cowhide<br />
country that colorfully conjures a<br />
smalltown backwoods honkytonk<br />
setting of sawdust-covered floors,<br />
sweet and sticky BBQ beef thickly<br />
piled heaven-high on platters of<br />
beans, potato salad, and home-baked<br />
bread, and nostalgically cradlin’ a<br />
longneck while swayin’ in a bootshufflin’<br />
cheek-to-cheek waltz with<br />
your true-love high school sweetheart;<br />
cryin’-in-your-beer shitkickin’<br />
country that appropriately provides a<br />
spirit-stirring soundtrack of robustly<br />
brawlin’ manliness. The most intimately<br />
inspirational moments contained<br />
herein: the jaunty and jazzy<br />
New Orleans rowdiness of “Honky<br />
Tonk Mama” (it’d do ol’ Hank Sr.<br />
proud... he must surely be smilin’ big