SOMEHOW HOLLOW

I was not a teenage skater. I've spent a total of 17 minutes on a skateboard in my entire life. And that's nothing compared to the hours I spent sprawled on the concrete after my $10 Kmart board went flying out from beneath my feet. That being said, if I had been a teenage skater, I imagine Somehow Hollow's debut release, Busted Wings and Rusted Halos (Victory Records), would've been a key piece in the soundtrack to my life. As Canada's latest breaking export, this fearsome foursome comes sliding down like last night's biscuits ‘n’ gravy. Just pop this bad boy in, and you'll be doing kick-flips for love, and hand-plants for glory. And after a long day of gleaming the cube, you'll be in your bedroom thinking about Denise from algebra and jerking off to imagined sex acts you don't even know how to spell. Hoo-ah! These Caniards have put their best technical foot forward on Busted Wings,... It's got the sound and feel of an indie-punk act, minus the static crunch of low-brow production. The twin guitars, growling bass, drums, and bellowing vocals are all served up neatly in a sectioned cafeteria plate, rather than mashed together in a nasty mystery loaf. The biggest pitfall of this album would have to be the song lyrics. They range somewhere between, "Ooo, my baby left me," and "Ooo, my baby left me." But, hey! Who needs lyrics when you're rockin' for freedom of expression and a 30 second Smith Grind? So if you were a teenage skater and you want to relive some of those bruised Sunday afternoons, you should definitely check this disc out. I swear, the minute you pop it in, you'll have a flashback to that time Denise the Piece pulled you behind the bleachers in gym class and let you touch her boobie,.. under the bra. Gnarly!