ADD N to (X) Loud Like Nature From the very first track, ?Total All Out Water,? with its modulated feedback and bombastic electronic beat opening up to screams of pleasure and a chorus of distortion, there?s a joyful synthetic psychedelic wonderland quality to Loud Like Nature. Thick sonic reverberations course throughout the entire disc, pinpointed with kewpie doll cries, SETI radio signals, and any number of intoxicating influences (the heavy haze of ?Party Ball? speaks for itself). It?s a sound that oozes with edgy pleasures, and in a good way. There is a bit of druggy artrock to Add N to (X)?s performance (?Invasion of the Polaroid People?), but the band largely chooses to obscure this facet beneath throbbing beats and electrochemical squeals. Good old fashioned dancefuck music engineered to vibrate floors and mattresses alike. * * * * Mute Corporation - www.mute.com	THE BAD VIBES Hate Your Everything Philly harshcore so mad and loud it?s enough to make you choke on your cheesesteak. Non-tender ballads of grief and regret like ?Whole Lotta Nothing,? ?God Damned Again,? the power-tooling ?Sorry Ass Me,? and ?Drunk on Sour Grapes? pretty much say it all, and that all is performed in a hard, crude, and catchily abrasive punk formula. ?Long Since Gone? and ?War On You? rear up and roar above the bunch, but all of this is a rowdy set of bangin? and hollerin? just aching for bottle-breaking audience participation. Fits right on in with a line-up the likes of Cocknoose, Hellstomper, and Hammerlock. * * * * Steel Cage Records - www.steelcagerecords.com P.O. Box 29247, Philadelphia, PA, 19125
THE BULEMICS Soundtrack to the Apocalypse With a fast & nasty punk performance in a horny, track-marked, adolescent Dwarves vein, the Bulemics spew it up all over their audience with Soundtrack to the Apocalypse. It?s all about Satan, screwing, and shooting here, and taking as many young girls along for the ride as the band can fit on their collective face. You got the gleeful natural born killers duet ?Crime Spree? (containing upbeat lines like, ?We went on a crime spree all across the USA / Fueled by beer, possessed by Satan / We?re gonna make you pay?), the black death metal lyrics of ?Hatefuck,? the new youth anthem ?Tales of Immorality,? the suicide song ?Goodbye Cruel World,? and other abuser-friendly numbers like ?Still Talkin? Shit,? ?Diary of a Whore,? ?Fuck the Night Away,? and ?The Corruptor.? And just when you think they?re gonna lay off and let you go, the Bulemics bring Jeff Clayton up on stage for a couple live bonus rounds of even harsher blood-letting rock & roll (?Watch the Bastards Fry? and the scumfuck classic ?You?re Gonna Die?). Getting fucked up and fucking up the youth of today, the Bulemics are loving every glorious misanthropic second of it and just daring you not to. * * * * Steel Cage Records - www.steelcagerecords.com P.O. Box 29247, Philadelphia, PA, 19125	CHEATER SLICKS Yer Last Record A raw, unrefined, unrestrained honky tonk sound of punk roadhouses and nighttime drives, with strings and wheels straying wherever they may. Yer Last Record rings with pure white punk blues, particularly on numbers like ?Train of Dreams,? as ragged dismay finds a mournful voice with a boxload of feedback and a dirty glam lick or two. The raucous opener ?Momentary Muse? sounds like a personality crisis straight out of Altamont, ?Miss Q? is an edgy blend of utter trash and sexual tension, ?It?s Not Your Birthday? is a painfully perfect letdown song, ?Stop Breeding? is a long overdue rock ?n roll anthem, and ?Just Do It? sounds like an ideal death-of-the-Sixties ballad lurching away towards the final drones of ?Goodbye.? The whole performance puts the beautifully low-down back in low fidelity, and it does so with a sexy, sneering beat that?ll creep right down the front of your trou. * * * * * In the Red Records - www.intheredrecords.com 1118 W. Magnolia Blvd., P.O. Box #208, Burbank, CA, 91506
COUNTRY TEASERS Science Hat Artistic Cube Moral Nosebleed Empire Despite having enjoyed a pair of live Country Teasers shows recently, I had to admit I was a little skeptical about Science Hat Artistic Cube Moral Nosebleed Empire. I mean, what the shit?! This isn?t gonna be an art-rock concept album, is it? Fortunately it is not, being much too enjoyable for that, although I still don?t quite know exactly what to call it. I can say that it is an eclectic (to say the very least) assemblage of 20 Teasers ?singles sides, compilation tracks, demos, outtakes, and even a couple of new things,? which is apparently only half of the imposing 40-track collection that?s available on the vinyl release. It?s the kind of record that has some parts which you?ll like right away and others that, even if they don?t really grab you, will at least have you listening again. Vocalist Wallers? electrified muzzle warps, warbles, and roars away in union with an insolent and arousing rhythm of stage-rattling percusion, string jangling, and the occasional synth injection for what can only be described as a good weird mix. You get a little bit of chirpy electronics and quick humping bass notes in ?Compressor,? some Drugstore Cowboy blues with ?Hat On the Bed,? an anarchic cover of ?No Limits,? the dreamier pace of ?Secrets in Welsh,? an electronic rant called ?Postman Pak and His Lazy Black & White Cunts,? ?$4.99? is a rough & scratchy shit-kicker, and the album goes out to the backwoods of Eden for ?Adam Wakes Up.? Don?t forget the horny ?After One Thing,? and the Country Tease motherfuckers even do a wee cover of Ice Cube?s ?We Had to Tear this Motherfucker Up.? The Empire?s crowning moments however have to be the urgent blare of ?Getaway? and the Teasers? rambunctiously lusty paean to the monarchy, ?Some Hole.? And ?Mollusc In Country? is a strange and alluring beast itself, dropping the sound of Moroccan flutists into a primitive tribal beat. Some tracks are a little murky (?The Last Bridge of Spencer Smith?), but the Teasers probably like it like that, and upon repeated listening that haunting murk well befits the song. A complex platter fusing synthesized and real world rock ?n roll, Science Hat . . . doesn?t just tease country music, it gets it drunk and tips it right on over. Goddam but I wish there was a lyric sheet though . . . * * * * In The Red Records - www.intheredrecords.com 1118 W. Magnolia Blvd., P.O. Box 208, Burbank, CA, 91506	CUTTHROATS9 With the bashed-out opening strains of the epic ?Dirty,? and on through to the bloody end of the album, Cutthroats9 evokes the deranged brilliance of the infamous Unsane. No grand surprise there, as a sizeable chunk of that band (Chris Spencer, Dave Curran) has regrouped to deal out a new batch of damage, and they do so with a ferocity and vigor that both compliments and overshadows Unsane?s unique approach. Seeming somehow even more manic and driven than those of the previous act, these anthems of the iron age are all towering bloody beasts of songs that command a glassy-eyed head-shaking reverence from all within range of their malefic vibrations. Just a few noteworthy tracks here are the powerful namesake ?Testify,? the pulverizing western ?Can?t Do a Thing,? the stomping ?Lost,? and the head-crusher ?In the Eye.? The throbbing gang fight song ?Always a Way? is perfectly capped by ?.357,? and the closing instrumental, ?Sludge,? says it all. The perfect audio impetus to road rage, this album?s jewel case really ought to bear a prescription label warning of the dangers of operating heavy machinery under its influence. And, as of the writing of this review, this is the best promo disc received this issue. * * * * * Reptilian Records - www.reptilianrecords.com 402 S. Broadway, Baltimore, MD, 21231

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5c DEPOSIT: We Have Your Daughter! - Very plain ?whoa-oa-oa?-loaded teenage punk-pop sure to disappoint those familiar with Radical?s more unique and energetic releases. Mentioned multiple times in the 5c Deposit press kit are how the band got its name collecting pop cans to fund practice space (that?s SO CUTE!!!), that they were on the Warped Tour, and that their influences are Green Day and NOFX. And that pretty much sums it up. All of the typical manufactured problems of suburban high school punks are covered here in a bland, bouncy, and squeaky-clean fashion that seems aimed more at selling t-shirts than ripping through existential angst or real-world traumas. And for fucksake, there?re still seven more songs to go . . . And after sticking those out I?m now ?rewarded? with a painfully wretched ?bonus? track and some fucking piano-led Billy Joel impressions? Shit-fire. * Radical Records - www.radicalrecords.com - 77 Bleecker St. #C2-21, New York, NY, 10012	ADZ: American Steel - It?s been quite some time since the mean trip of Transmissions From Planet Speedball, and after the forgettable odds & ends collection that followed it?s good to hear that the ADZ have returned in fine form. And here with American Steel they lay out a new fourteen-song slab of So-Cal punk-edged rock ?n roll, packed with solid tough-talkin? tunes. Points for the sharp monkey lyrics in ?Kiss My Fist,? the conga-crankin? ?Mama Married a Mau-Mau,? Turbonegro?s ?Good Head,? and the born-to-lose apple wine-swilling ?Vertigo,? not to mention a load of other colorful numbers like ?Godzilla Stompin? Rock ?N? Roll? and ?Dr. Rat and Dan the Bowl,? all filled with wild lines for wild times. Although they?re definitely pacing themselves the ADZ still have plenty of adolescent attitude to burn, and those who favored the dope opus of Speedball will be heartened at hearing American Steel. * * * Steel Cage Records - www.steelcagerecords.com - P.O. Box 29247, Philadelphia, PA, 19125	ARCANA: Inner Pale Sun - The first album by Arcana in two-and-a-half years, Inner Pale Sun still shines with Peter Pettersson?s enigmatic atmospherics. ?My Cold Sea? is a soundtrack-quality piece, pairing gently soaring voical harmonies with imperial drumwork, and is well matched by other wordless tracks such as ?Icons? and ?Song of the Dead Sun.? ?We Rise Above? has a gnostic Swans ring to it while ?Lovelorn? fits its somber title well as a more melancholy offering, and ?Closure? ends the album on a note of sad hope, a woman?s voice rising sorrowfully above a balance of strings both deep and light. The album?s subtlety makes it somewhat less compelling than previous Cold Meat Industry releases, although the feudal ambiance drifting throughout seems to herald a romantic tragedy that makes its tone a truly gothic one. * * * Cold Meat Industry - www.coldmeat.se
BAD WIZARD: Sophisticated Mouth - Nine tracks of 8-track cassette action: Bad Wizard?s got a brash ?70s New York Rock City sound that right from the opening ?Hurricane? has you almost expecting them to break out into an, ?I, wanna rock and roll all night / And party every day,? chorus. But without needing to hide behind all the spikes & face paint. (Fittingly, it even sounds like the chorus to the second song is in fact, ?C?mon, let?s party!?) The rousing ?Black Cherry? is full of get up & shout, the following ?Champagne Boogie? will have feet moving and seats left empty, ?Needle 2 Groove? has a swaggering psych-soul sound all its own, and Bad Wizard brings Sophisticated Mouth to a fitting close with the keyboard pounding of Uriah Heep?s ?Love Machine.? Plenty of hair-raisin?, cymbal-clashin?, hard-ridin? grooves to be had here, albeit in a blitzed and road-weary beer hall performance that might be better caught live than on disc. * * * Tee Pee Records - www.teepeerecords.com - P.O. Box 20307, New York, NY, 10009-9991	BESEECH: Souls Highway - Existing somewhere between the realms of Eisheilig and Tristania, Beseech produces a heavy and solidly structured Swedish gothic metal tempered with small techno/industrial touches. Regularly featuring harmonious vocal duets between an etherial female voice and lower grave-sounding male vocals (that reach particularly Sisters of Mercy/Type O Negative-style depths on tracks such as ?Endless Waters?), Souls Highway shines with melancholic ballads like ?Sunset 28? and ?A Last Farewell? (with the former possessing a fatalistic Western soundtrack quality), and closes with the bonus of a beautifully weighty death-rock cover of ABBA?s ?Gimme Gimme Gimme.? Although it does strain for arty atmosphere at parts (songs like ?Blinded? are just a little too shimmery, breathy, and swelling with melodrama, while ?Fiction City? is so elaborately planned and polished that a potentially stirring song is rendered almost emotionless) Souls Highway is very accessible and pleasing for a complex gothic ?pop/rock? release, guaranteeing the regular rotation of specific tracks at home and on the air. * * * Napalm Records - www.napalmrecords.com - P.O. Box 1983, Port Townsend, WA, 98368	BRAZIL: Dasein - With a ten-musician lineup, Brazil?s performance and production almost makes it sound like they?re two bands playing at once. While the forceful chording and stout vocals impart something of a hardcore sound in places, this effect is moderated by the symphonic addition of piano and orchestral strings for a stirring boundary-crossing performance. This constant change of approach is so varied as to be sometimes uneven, but at its high points rarely fails to achieve a glorious crescendo of harmonic convergence. ?Monolithic? is more pop-core than pop-punk, while ?Saturn Parkway? is a deep but gently flowing melody and ?Canon? is an almost spoken-word piece supported by a sonic platform. Throughout it all the vocals ride the opulent instrumentation to emotional peaks. As a debut 6-song EP, Dasein will have any listener wondering what a full-length will hold in store. * * * Fearless Records - 13772 Goldenwest St. #545, Westminster, CA, 92683
BYO SPLIT SERIES Vol. IV: Bouncing Souls / Anti-Flag - And the series continues . . . After the sentimental ?Punks in Vegas? Bouncing Souls kick into fine higher-gear for the new English Dogs sound of ?No Security.? Covers of Anti-Flag?s ?That?s Youth? and Cock Sparrer?s ?We?re Coming Back? follow, and although weepy nostalgia returns with ?Bryan?s Lament? the Souls rally and wrap it up right with ?Less Than Free.? Anti-Flag?s set is full of their typical self-righteous anti-American punk rhetoric, so if you like that kind of thing you?re probably already a fan. That said their cover of ?Ever Fallen in Love With Someone (You Shouldn?tve Fallen in Love With)?? is a great one, and along with four new tracks they also do the Bouncing Souls? ?Freaks, Nerds, and Romantics.? I could take this or leave it, but as each band has already garnered a legion of fans they?re sure to be left well satisfied. * * BYO Records - www.byorecords.com - P.O. Box 67609, Los Angeles, CA, 90067	CAMPFIRE GIRLS: Delongpre - I guess you could place this in the cute & harmless college alt.rock category: a wistful voice on the verge of cracking over gently swelling rhythms put together by photogenic boys who listen to other college alt.rock bands like the Pixies and Dinosaur Jr. and construct song titles and album packaging that are meant to elicit an approving ?Aww!? from the target audience of coeds in their liberated & experimental phase who aren?t quite ready for one of the Dwarves but might spare a bit of tail for a sensitive artist type band-guy. (But they can be serious and political too ? just listen to the Hitler soundbyte in ?Thought Police.?) Not that all that?s an entirely bad thing, as the end product is a set of soft silvery songs that, even with the more aggravated and angst-ridden choruses, manages for the most part to sound mild, pleasant, and almost easygoing despite their emotional turmoil. (The distorted yearning of ?Two Girls? for example is particularly appealing.) Delongpre does get a little overly weepy and oozingly sincere in parts though, which gets a little tiring after thirteen tracks. Along with some of the quieter melodies, this aspect definitely gives the album something of a sleepy quality. And if, say for example, you were just listening to something like the MeatShits before Campfire Girls, your reaction to this may not be all positive. * * Mootron Records - 2658 Griffith Park Blvd. #370, Los Angeles, CA, 90039	ALEXANDER COCKBURN: Beating The Devil: The Incendiary Rants of Alexander Cockburn - An hour-plus selection of spoken bits from leftist author and journalist Alexander Cockburn. Under particular scrutiny are Columbia and its relation to the Clinton administration, prejudice in election fraud, the ?drug war,? and our policy on the Middle East. Not to mention military spending and Star Wars, profiteering from the ?war on food,? globalization, the FCC, Seattle and the WTO, the ruling class, and corruption in the justice system. I believe these 15 pieces are excerpted from a pair of longer talks, and that they?ve been selected to illustrate views on more-or-less specific issues. It seems to make sense to me for the most part, all sounding like well-reasoned and occasionally witty views rather than hyperbolic rants, but the larger point of the recording doesn?t come quite clear. Although certain above-mentioned points are brought up more than once, the program as a whole seems little more than a small collection of observations on our nation?s countless faults. Sort of the audio equivalent of a collection of Cockburn?s columns, I take it. Unfortunately his words are often obstructed by the recording itself ? every rattle, shuffle, and sniffle is picked up by the microphone, loading an (at times) already muffled program with sibilance and making it sound as if he?s deliberately coughing out his ?k?s and spitting out his ?p?s and ?t?s. Not a bad little program, but not one I could imagine needing to own. * * Alternative Tentacles - www.alternativetentacles.com - P.O. Box 419092, San Francisco, CA, 94141-9092; AK Press - www.akpress.org - 674-A 23rd St., Oakland, CA, 94612-1163
THE CONTROL: The Forgotten E.P. - Hardcore with gothic lyrics (well, except for the social statement ?Head and Shoulders?), The Forgotten contains four hard, tight & fast numbers in the key of raw urgency. Although at first a lot of this 6-minute melee sounds alike, upon repeated listenings more variations become apparent: ?Head and Shoulders? has a quicker Dag Nasty tone while the semi-suicidal ?To My Love? has a more desperate and frantic pace, and every singalong section rings out loud and strong. And, as the whole thing?s over in two shakes of a pit-bunny?s tail, that?s about all I have to say about The Control. * * * Go-Kart Records - www.GoKartRecords.com - P.O. Box 20, Prince St. Station, New York, NY, 10012	COUNT THE STARS: Never Be Taken Alive - Victory Records seems to be taking another direction as of late, moving away from the more aggressive hardcore sound of bands like Hatebreed and towards fancier, gentler, more media-friendly power pop/emo bands such as Taking Back Sunday. And Count the Stars. With many a ?Whoo!? and a ?Whoa-oh!? this young band crunches away at a set of 13 songs largely concerned with the ubiquitous love interest. This gives Never Be Taken Alive that unfortunate emotional taint that is all but impossible to overcome without the deepest and most driving of melodies, and while the band does have talent and energy they simply aren?t all that great. Despite their tattoos and piercings the boys all look and sound a little too sweet, pretty, and well-scrubbed to tackle any subject larger than teenage heartbreak; so unless you?re a teenager with a broken heart, some guy too old to be in an emo band targeting a juvenile demographic but trying anyway, or a soccer mom looking for a wholesome alternative to Marilyn Manson, this disc probably won?t do much for you. But be sure and listen for Count the Stars on TV commercials or on a WB show coming soon. * * Victory Records - www.victoryrecords.com - 346 N. Justine St., Suite 504, Chicago, IL, 60607	DAYCARE SWINDLERS: Heathen Radio - High-energy, high-speed punkcore with an almost vintage Fishbone-style vocal delivery. Among this set of twelve short fast numbers (running time is just under twenty minutes) the opening ?Framed? (containing a bit of punk toasting), ?Anne Greebie,? and ?Sand Box? are some of the quickest and best on the album, though the whole thing churns with refreshing vitality. * * * Go-kart Records - www.GokartRecords.com - P.O. Box 20, Prince St. Station, New York, NY, 10012
DEAD END KIDS: Demo #1 - An offspring (literally) of SWV, Dead End Kids is a young high school punk band that sounds like a young high school punk band. In their bio sheet, refreshingly written by the band themselves (?This bio is dumb anyway,? ?Brett plays guitar and lead vocals and he sucks at both?), the band speaks of playing together for about six months, which along with their ages tells you that this recording is going to be a bit raw. But for a demo it?s not too shabby, giving the listener several studio tracks as well as a lengthy live set. The youth of the Dead End Kids gives them a nervous energy and some high vocals that lend a number of tracks a Sin 34 quality (?Prison? in particular) as they address favorite hangouts (?Graceland?), the perpetual struggles of youth (?Bad Youth? and ?Problem Child,? the bonus live version of which is probably Demo #1?s high point), and even the enigmatic ?Captain Pickle.? A decent little package, though I can?t say how much rotation it?ll receive around here. (Gotta like the bounce to ?Captain Pickle? though, especially after hearing it for the third time (slow version, fast version, live version).) * * SW Music - P.O. Box 33664, Seattle, WA, 98133	DEAD MEADOW: Got Live If You Want It - Dead Meadow delivers a big live psych-rock set here, one that goes from the fuzz & haze of the instrumental ?Green Sky Green Lake? to the tweaked vocals of the ?Everything?s Goin? On? jam, the heavy mellow ?Good Moanin?,? and ?Beyond the Fields We Know? into the lengthy closer ?Rocky Mountain High.? A number of additional songs appear in between, and throughout there?s definitely a wide, electric, open-air sound to the many watts of drift and distortion being channelled out on Got Live If You Want It. The nasal echoes of the vocals really intrude upon Dead Meadow?s high strains of head rock however, almost making it sound like the set might be better as a purely instrumental one. But on their own some of the selections might sound rather bland, as little more than weighty chords and effects reverberating against each other in foggy grace. (Unless of course you happened to be under the influence of one of the influences of choice for the psychedelic generation . . .) Having not heard any of Dead Meadow?s studio recordings I can?t say how this stacks up, but would guess that they?re a band best seen live or heard more carefully mastered. So, do you want it? * * Bomp! Records / The Committee to Keep Music Evil - www.bomp.com - P.O. Box 7112, Burbank, CA, 91510	DEAD TO FALL: Everything I Touch Falls to Pieces - With Everything I Touch Falls to Pieces, Dead to Fall presents a custom metal blend all their own. Mixing the European black metal sound of cyclonic guitars, tightly wound drumming, and rasping demonic growls with artcore breakdowns and the raw ferocity of Florida death metal, the results are unique but somewhat unsatisfying. The more gratifyingly hard passages are unfortunately spaced far apart by alternating segments of raving intensity and carefully paced old school dramatics, making the end product both plodding and jumpy. While the opening ?Proluge? is a taut instrumental build-up, ?Graven Image? possesses a fatalistic majesty, and there?s a mild Spanish guitar interlude toward the end with ?Doraematu,? for the most part this attempt at genre fusion may annoy rather than attract. * * Victory Records - www.victoryrecords.com - 346 North Justine St., Suite 504, Chicago, IL, 60607
DEVLIN: Grand Death Opening - Called a ?crossover? effort, I think Devlin?s intention with Grand Death Opening is to make gothic metal somehow more approachable by the mainstream. This doesn?t seem a particularly good idea, as fans of gothic music and gothic metal pretty much know what they like, and everyone else already has their own opinion. At any rate, the result here is an almost new age gothic album, considerably more shiny than dark despite its recurring macabre themes. It?s a poppy metallic rock performance, relying upon the blend of the hoarse growls of Siebenburgen vocalist Marcus Ehlin with the female vocals of Swedish newcomer Lexi. Lexi?s voice is predominant throughout the album, and while pretty hers isn?t a particularly powerful, evocative, or entrancing one. Even the suicide-inducing siren song ?Come to Me? plays out as flat and uninspired, and the ?White Wedding? cover may make you wince, sounding so soft and clean it?s practically become church picnic fare. Dramatically simple metal chords, plucking, chiming, and oddly-timed effects, along with multiple vocals, all seem aimed at producing something of a death rock opera here, and with a bit of a darker turn Grand Death Opening might have been a minor black masterpiece (?Queen of Razors? in particular is so full of potential that you really want to like it, but the mellow almost folky performance draws away any dark rapture the song might have held). Sadly it all sounds instead like the kind of light metal music destined for soundtrack pieces to bad made-for-cable horror flicks. Which is probably more than Devlin deserves, but hopefully in the future they?ll reconsider this hippie-goth genre. * Napalm Records - www.napalmrecords.com - P.O. Box 1983, Port Townsend, WA, 98368	DIRTY POWER - I?m always a bit dubious about an album for which the producer is almost as highly touted as the band he recorded. In this case that producer is Jack Endino, whose efforts have given an almost too-clean production value to a band called Dirty Power. A sludgy post-grunge quartet playing guitar-heavy stoner metal R&R, the band sounds inspired in equal parts by the most high electric wizardry of Grand Magus and the pure unfiltered rock of timeless acts like AC/DC (most notably in the band?s title song). Dirty Power does have a skilled and blasted sound, but the vocals, whether lead or chorus, are often much weaker than the music (the opener, ?LSD,? is an exception, though the ripping ?Drag You Down,? for example, is but one track that would have fared better as a pure high-speeed instrumental). Still, there are enough hard chords, classic riffs, and strong bass & drums here to keep the speakers smoking, even if there is more polish than spit to this recording. * * * Dead Teenager - www.deadteenager.net - P.O. Box 470153, San Francisco, CA, 94147-0153	DISCONTENT - Rip-roarin? punk rock ?n roll with a gravelly, ball-heavy, almost Southern metal/C.o.S. edge to it. While the songs are mostly all about chicks (along with a few lines about rough life in the big city, and yet another song called ?Rock n Roll Rebel?), they?re all performed with such raspy-voiced vigor and steel-belted instrumentation that there?s a speedy rough ?n ready quality to the whole thing that allows Discontent?s blistering enthusiasm to come through quite clearly. * * * * Disaster Records - www.disasterecords.com - P.O. Box 7112, Burbank, CA, 91510

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