Tears,” and the noisy, chaotic closerinstrumental “Minus Two.” I am anxiousto hear their upcoming full length.Their last LP, The Noise Made ByPeople, from 2000 was one of myfavorites of the year. –Sarah (Warp)BROADZILLA:Lady Luck: CDThey look like they raided CherieCurrie’s closet circa 1976 and soundlike some lost L7 demo with EG Dailyhandling vocal duties. Yes, it’s that bad.–Jimmy Alvarado (Diamond Star)BROKEN BOTTLES:Not Pretty: CDEPI wonder about the future of the BrokenBottles. The way I see it, in ten years Imay say, “I saw those guys at the DollHut with Smogtown,” and people willbe amazed and say that they read aboutthat show in such-and-such book andhundreds of people will claim to havebeen there when, in reality, only aboutthirty people were. Either that, or I’llsay, “Broken Bottles could’ve been thebiggest OC punk band since SocialDistortion, but they self-destructed,”and people will say, “Who?” Onething’s for sure, I’ve passed on BrokenBottles CDs and played Broken Bottlesseven inches for dozens of people, andeveryone has become a fan. Not Prettyis a perfect introduction to them, too.It’s melodic and catchy and a little disturbed(they sing about killing cats andstarring in a porn with Kelly Osbourne)and, if radio stations got their hands on“Gothic Chicks,” Broken Bottleswould be huge. Before that happens,pick up this awesome EP, and pick uptheir Radioactive San Onofre andBloody Mary seven inches, whileyou’re at it. –Sean (Finger)BRONX, THE: Self-titled: CDAttention all hipsters: Scandinavianpunk rock’n’roll has hit Hollywood.Please head in an orderly fashion toyour nearest trendy shirt shop onMelrose to buy your officially sanctionedTurbonegro T-shirts, and take allof your friends along with you. Anyonecaught on the Strip not wearing theaforementioned officially sanctionedTurbonegro T-shirt will be considered,like, totally lame. –Jimmy Alvarado(White Drugs)BUSINESS, THE:Hardcore Hooligan: CDI have a world of respect for TheBusiness. Along with Cocksparrer, theypioneered street punk. You can’t compareThe Business to other bands.They’re the hallmark. Nonetheless,nearly thirty years after The Businessstarted off, you have to be a little hesitantabout a new album by them. Whatcan they do to stay interesting thismany years into the game? Well, howabout an album comprised solely ofsongs about football (or soccer, as weAmericans call it)? That’s whatHardcore Hooligan is, and, for a closetsoccer fanatic, it works for me. There’sa song about Gareth Southgate, theEnglish national team player whomissed the penalty kick that would’vegotten England into the finals of the1996 European Cup. There’s “VivaBobby Moore,” a song about England’sall-time best player (I’ve watched filmsof Bobby Moore, and the guy wasamazing; he’s the only player I’ve everseen who could legitimately be comparedto Pele). They sing the praises ofMichael Owen, the most promisingEnglish soccer player since BobbyMoore (that’s my opinion, not everyoneelse’s, but you should’ve seen himagainst Argentina in the ‘98 World Cup,when he decided to take the game intohis own hands, dribble past the entiredefense, and score one of the all-timegreatest World Cup goals). They curseArgentinean national team playerDiego Maradona in two separate songs,first with the basic, “Maradona, you’reshit,” and second with a re-recording of“Handball,” which starts out, “3000miles is a long way to go/ to be beatenby a dwarf in Mexico.” Not only wasMaradona one of the shiftiest players toever make it to the national soccerstage, but, in 1986, he got away withsmacking a ball into the goal with hishand, which effectively eliminatedEngland from the Cup, so, yeah, hedeserves two songs cursing him. I hatedthat fucker when he played. I’m notstanding by The Business, though,when they sing about Maradona andArgentina beating England in that Cupand finishing up by singing, “Everyoneknows the final score/ but who won theFalklands war.” The coolest thing aboutthis version of “Handball” is that it wasoriginally on their Welcome to the RealWorld album, which was a recordedright around the time when TheBusiness’s popularity was waning fastand new wave was picking up, so allthe songs – which were written to bestreet punk songs – were recorded likesomeone was trying to make aThompson Twins album. And everytime I listen to Welcome to the RealWorld, I think that it would be one ofpunk’s greatest albums if they just rerecordedit to sound like The Businessis supposed to sound. This version of“Handball” supports that theory.Beyond the direct attacks or songs ofpraise about professional athletes,there’s a bunch of songs on HardcoreHooligan that are just about drinkingand going to soccer games. It makes mewish that I could get together with theguys from The Business, go to aEnglish First Division soccer game,drink beer, sing songs, and root likehell for whoever The Business root for.–Sean (BYO)BUTT: It’s Butt!: CDEPButt comes at you like a sonic attack, orso they say. I happen to agree. Bestlyrics ever: “Somethin’ somethin’ ‘boutthe pride we lack.” I want them to playmy birthday party. –Megan (Butt)CARBONAS: I’m Astray,Don’t Let On b/w Push Me: 7”Heavy and dirty, but like a wet andsticky Jolly Ranger taken from theground and put in your mouth, there’ssome odd sweetness coming throughthe crunch. The singer’s voice is theclutch and transmission: it predicts thepace, the shifting speeds, and makesthe listen mid-tempo and gutsy. All Ican think of for a comparison would beSpace Cookie re-doing AC/DC, frontedby a crooner instead of a punker, andthat helps, oh, about twenty people out,so I’ll say straight ahead rock’n’rollwith plenty of pleasing snarl.Thankfully, Carbonas leave out theparts where hair is shooken, feet are puton amps, and stands clear of noodlingsolos. Not bad. –Todd(Die Slaughterhouse, $3)CAT ON FORM:Structure and Fear: CDSounds like an emo band trying to disguiseitself as an art punk band, yetonly managing to sound just as terrible
despite the plethora of strummed openstrings to give their sound an “edge.”–Jimmy Alvarado (Southern)CENTRO, EL: Prohibido!: CDPennywise sucked the first time.–Not Josh (Finger)CHAINS, THE:On Top of Things!: CDMeticulously executed and profoundlyanemic Nuggets-box-set ‘60s rehashfrom five Francophones (apparentlyQuebecois) (which would, i guess, makethis Nuggets-box-set ‘60s rehash Vol.2), who are to be commended for theirimpeccable playing and production andexcoriated for their stunning and utterlistlessness. I mean, this record is sosedate that it sounds like records thattried to sound like this back in theEIGHTIES sounded like, and that isabout as far from a compliment as it gets(ladies and gentlemen – for those whocouldn’t handle the sheer, animal passionof the Fuzztones – here’s theChains!). At their best, the band evokethe clinical calculations of theSpongetones (minus the occasionallybrilliant results); at their worst – a coverof Eddie Cochran’s “NervousBreakdown” so tepid it makes the BrianBriggs version sound like the work ofblood-crazed Neanderthal sex workers –they sound like the only band they couldever be capable of out-rocking at TheGreat North American Rock-Off mightbe the Shoes. As far as i can tell, theonly thing The Chains might conceivablybe considered “on top of” is africkin’ road map. Just say “non!” BESTSONG: “Fortune Teller,” although thisversion is much too slow for my manlytastes, and wouldn’t anybody whowould be into the song own several serviceableversions (Hollies, Dogs)already? BEST SONG TITLE:“Nervous Breakdown” FANTASTICAMAZING TRIVIA FACT: Bass playerFrédéric Charest has the most accentmarks in his name; guitarist SébastienHould and drummer Éric Boulanger aretied for second. –Rev. Nørb (Get Hip)CHAINSAW: Just Need It: 7”Some strong Japanese gallop-core here,loud as fuck and just a dash of metal inall the right places. –Jimmy Alvarado(Even Worse)CHALET CHALET:Self-titled: CDThe vocalist of this band is turning meon. I bet he’s a good kisser. And therecording is so raw and exciting. Almosta little Sonic Youth back in day, at times(esp. with noisy guitar). It’s fun andexciting and makes you want to jump upand down – not in a “oi pogoing” kindof way – but in a grabbing all yourfriends and screaming and hooting a lotlike it’s the Beatles’ first US concert.I’m usually not to into the newer melodicpunk rock and roll shit, but the rawnessof the sound, the hot vocals, andquickness of everything (this four-songEP is totally like a whirlwind) that isgoing on around me gets me excited forthe future of this band. If you like loud,quirky, energetic post-punk with a moreunique-non Dischordian feel, then gobuy this record. I hate most modernmusic, and this is one of those fewbands that gives me hopes for the futureof rock’n’roll/punk. Chalet Chalet islike the sped-up evil brothers of allthose boring bands like the Strokes, TheVines, and all those other wasteful MTV2 crap-fests of bands. They don’t give afuck. Hot Hot Heat should stop trying tosound like Dexy’s Midnight Runnersand try to sound like Chalet Chalet.–Sarah (Walk In Cold)CHARGERS STREETGANG, THE: Throughthe Windshield: CDRecorded by Tim Kerr, this is sweet,large, ambitious Panorama Dome rock.The failure rate with bands incorporatingthe milestones in rock is high. It’s asteep slope, but I think The ChargersStreet Gang have got the combination tothe safe cracked: high voltage, poweringHoover Dam type hooks, soaring,swerving vocals, and a drummer whosounds like he has four arms. When thefoot’s taken off the accelerator, it’ssweating grooves (and that’s a test mostbands fail). Although everything on thisalbum isn’t solid gold, I still like it plenty.I have a theory. Not only have theypassed rigorous riffs and chops commandotraining, but their appreciationfor big rock is a deep well and not justan affection to get all pouty and cranktheir butts out like a bunch of twentyfirstcentury dandies (such as theMooney Suzuki). I bet you this: Theyknow the Ron Asheton and not JamesWilliamson version of the Stooges wassupreme. In the end, Through theWindshield is a tasteful, yet forcefulbludgeoning that fans of AC/DC, TheClone Defects, The Baseball Furies, andanyone who likes hairy balls and punkabrasions on their rock would appreciate.They all share the same viral, itchingdisease. –Todd (Get Hip)CHEATS, THE:Cheap Pills: CDMan, these guys blew my “fat guy +dork = good” theory out of the water.Plus they had decent album art to back itup. They sing with that weird accent sothat everything is fayest (fast) or sayed(said). They’re from Pittsburgh. Theyshould just use their own accents andsay shit like slippy and yinz, then atleast they’d be funny. This sucks.–Megan (Da’Core)CLOROX GIRLS: Baby, GetAway b/w Hitman, TrashyDaydream: 7”I saw these guys and gal at our localDIY watering hole, Juvee, and theywere great. The lead singer had supernaturalmicrophone radar. It seemed likehe could sing into at any angle andavoid getting smacked in the teeth. Avery useful talent. Unabashedly andunapologetically lo-fi, they’ve gotsnatches of the Germs (although lessslurry) and the weird poppiness ofM.O.T.O. (though more straight forward).They have a lot in common withThe Spits – that creeping, inside-out,fungal interpretation of punk – that Ididn’t immediately pop out on the firstcouple of spins, but when it reveleditself, it sounds pretty darn good. –Todd($3 ppd., Johnny Cat)COBRA HIGH: Sunset in theEye of a Hurricane: CDI feel guilty reviewing this, since I don’tlike prog rock and I’m not crazy aboutkeyboards. It also feels that I don’t “getit.” At the same time, I’m wanting todust off some long forgotten RoxyMusic LPs that haven’t seen the light ofday since 1984. At certain points thevocals are so much like Bryan Ferry, butmixed with stoner rock and a love of‘80s music. It’s so sincere they couldprobably turn me into a fan if I sawthem live. –Wanda Spragg (Cold Crush)
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