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PUNK PLANET Hey! Boss Martians are back with another power-pop masterpiece. Think The Briefs, Ramones, and Cheap Trick rolled into one happy mess. Slight traces of garage rock add a degree of unpAquaictability to the decidedly power-pop sound. (BN) MAGNET MAGAZINE This Seattle foursome has released a high-energy, guitar-fueled extravaganza about hot rods, chicks and cruising that fails to disappoint. Kicking off with the dual guitar/organ action of the boisterous title cut, the Boss Martians' speed-stoked garage pop and surf punk conjures visions of the Sonics and Undertones meeting at a beachside battle of the bands. Vocalist/guitar shAquader Evan Foster kicks out the jams with a fistful of Dick Dale guitar picks and a set of nicotine-ravaged pipes on such foot-stompin' nuggets as "She Moves Me" and the ear-piercing "She Was The One." BolsteAqua by the omnipresent Hammond-organ thumping of Nick C., the updated 60's garage-rock shenanigans burn like a wildfire in a bone-dry Arizona forest. Jumping to the MuSick label after three underappreciated albums on Dionysus, the Boss Martians haven't lost any of their reckless charm or distortion-damaged pop mindset in the process. Foster's vocals still bridge the gap between the snarl of the Sonics' Gerry Roslie and the late-'70s harmonic punk edginess of the Undertones' Feargal Sharkey. Be warned: This long-haiAqua, jean-jacketed axe grinder ainıt no lightweight, either. The six-string motocross roar of "AMX" pummels the senses like Marshall stacks blasting forth from the Cavern Club circa 1962. The monstrous "My Love Ain't Free" is an organ-pumped barnburner with Fosterıs out-of-control leads screaming like sizzling crawdads in a hot oil bath. KERRANG! MAGAZINE (UK) BANDS THAT can achieve this sort of balancing act are very few and far between. Boss Martians have got one sharp eye on the past, but the whole of their rock sensibility is firmly rooted in the present. The result is something deliciously evocative of more legendary '60s and '70s acts than you could sensibly shake a drumstick at, but it's all deliveAqua with great verve and immediacy. Singer and guitarist Evan Foster sounds uncannily like a sneering Elvis Costello in prime punk mode, and the tunes bounce along like the exuberant power-pop nuggets they are, all Cheap Trick flash and Supersuckers rawness. 'Making the Rounds' is just the kind of album you'll want to chuck on the stereo to rev up for a night out on the town. Rated 4 Stars out of 5 (Essi Berelian) CMJ NEW MUSIC REPORT "Singer/guitarist Evan Foster has always crafted tasty tunes, with or without vox, and "Making the Rounds" is just a cool 12-pack with nary a dud. (Randy Harward)" MAXIMUMROCKANDROLL Boss Martians - "Making the Rounds" -- This sounds like THE SUPERSUCKERS and ELVIS COSTELLO collaborating. It's great and really slick sounding. Recorded at legendary Egg Studios in Seattle this is a pleasant combination of garage, Texas flavoAqua bar rock and just flat out rock and roll with incAquaible pop sensibilities. These are well written songs by guys who know what they are doing. This is the music I would put on and pretend I'm cool too. (BM) AMPLIFIER MAGAZINE What would happen if Cheap Trick and the Plimsouls teamed up with the Supersuckers and Mötley Crüe to save the dirty soul of rock 'n' roll? Well, after Nikki Sixx and Eddie Spaghetti were revived from whatever intoxicant knocked them unconscious, it might just sound like this little blast of hand-pumpin' hell raisin'. And that all adds up to a bunch of fun. Pounding, hard-rocking songs about girls and cars and all the other good stuff is what this Seattle band provides by the bucket load on its fourth album. Highlights include "Dreaming in Stereo," the you'll-swear-it's-Vince-Neil-singing "She Was the One" and the revved-up "AMX," where vocalist Evan Foster seeks out a Chevy-driving so and so and offers this warning: "Gonna kill him, gonna eat my slicks." Watch out General Motors. No bad songs on this one a thoroughly great ride. (Andy Turner) CAUSTIC TRUTHS Way-out garage punkers blast off on a one way trip to Planet Rock, pulverizing everything weak and sissified in their path. Loaded with stormtrooping beats and jackhammer guitar work, this c.d. is reminiscent of local boys The Deadly Snakes, only minus the nerd factor. Go-go get this now! (JACK LINK) SKRATCH Magazine "...'She Moves Me' is loaded with sizzling '70's guitar riffs. This isn't punk, metal or emo, but for those who long for the rebirth of The Jam and The Rezillos, your time has come. (DUG)" SLUG Magazine "Seems to me that these guys accomplish with great musical skill on this disc what The Hellacopters have been trying to achieve on their last two discs. This disc is a must for those who like The Mooney Suzuki, Radio Birdman, White Stripes, Delta 72... (Kevlar7)" DAILY COUGAR (Houston, TX) "With lyrics about girls, love, and, well, girls, "Making the Rounds" could well have been written by the Beatles, or even the modern-day pop-rock band the Strokes. (Miriam Rouziek)" COOL AND STRANGE MUSIC "...moxie-driven rock 'n' roll located somewhere between a more turbo-charged Only Ones and Radio Birdman. It's tight and rip-roaring late '70's poweAqua-up pop straining at the leash with saw-toothed guitar vengeance. (Seth Wimpfheimer)" The Sentimentalist (NY, NY) Once you know that the Boss Martians are fans of the early Elvis Costello sound, there's no mistaking that cool influence, especially on the fab title track "Making the Rounds." The CD keeps up its great pace with its fiery blend of garage/pop guitars and vintage organs throughout. This is one of those discs that you'll want to put on before going out for the night -- it packs a wallop of energy that is utterly infectious. Its polished while it retains an edge, a feat in itself. Singer Evan Foster's Costello-tinged vocals in the refrains of poppier songs such as "Feel it Like Everyone" are so hot and clear it almost hurts. This CD just sounds too damn good to be stuck in any neo-garage rock bin! So please don't mistake it for garage rock -- rather, its pure rock and roll, nicely tinged with pop. No wonder these guys tour so often -- they've really got it going on and their shows must prove it. Seattle's Boss Martians deserve to make it to the next realm. --Cleo |
