I thought Sweden was neutral. Isn’t that their claim to fame? Because this is the exact opposite of neutral. This is a stance, kids. And that stance is fucking aggressive.
C.AARME are the fastest, most violent musical car chase I’ve heard in a while. It’s not that pussified trend-punk, or the fashioncentric garage rock eating up the airwaves. This is some intense, manic, brutal punk. Comparisons? Nope. Bands like Black Flag and Bad Brains were tossed in the press release, and seem about right in spirit, but musically, this is a monster unto itself.

Ah, summertime... time to grab a glass of iced tea, kick off the flip-flops, and settle in with a good mystery. \'Tis the season for sequels in most of the series that I read. Hidden Prey, the latest in the \"Prey\" series by John Sandford, is just such a book.

Fuck being objective. I like this record. Objectivity is for professionals. I just genuinely like music.
And now I like Tack Fu. I just read everything he posted up on his website. I wanted to know why I’d never heard of him until Movement Marketing made Christmas come early for me.

Dear F.B.I.,
I just wanted to take a second to write you about the band Eighteen Visions\' new release, Obsession (Trustkill Records), which hit stores just a few weeks ago.

You remember John Hughes? You don\'t? Well, fuck, man. Let me break it down for you. John Hughes is responsible for some of the most popular movies of the Eighties. Any of these ring a bell to you?
- Mr. Mom
- Vacation
- Sixteen Candles
- The Breakfast Club
- Weird Science
- Pretty In Pink
- Ferris Bueller\'s Day Off
- Planes, Trains & Automobiles
- The Great Outdoors
- Uncle Buck
- Christmas Vacation
- Home Alone

Man, this album makes me wanna kick somebody\'s ass. And I’m not even a violent person. But I just get so frustrated when interesting musical happenings get squashed by seemingly obligatory, whiney, indie rock vocals. And that’s exactly what’s happening for me on Bamnan And Slivercork, the latest LP offering from Texas natives, Midlake. So you know what? Rather than tear this thing apart, I’m just gonna focus on the instrumentation.

In Milwaukee, music lovers of all shapes and sizes congregate at The Rave to gawk at the performers on hand. I\'m usually easy enough to spot: find the tallest of the tall, and they\'ll be standing right in front of my short, balding, troll ass.
First came the mind-numbing monotony of The Cutouts. Droning on in their low-rent, Weezer-ish fashion, I couldn\'t wait for them to be done.

If I told you a band sounded like a 1980\'s version of the New York Dolls and the Rolling Stones, you’d probably be all over it, right? I thought the same thing until I heard Pink Grease’s This Is For Real.
It should be everything I’m looking for in an album, but for some reason it didn’t do a damn thing for me. You’ve got neo-Eighties\' synths with T-Rex guitars and high energy, but it just seems tired. Like an album full of filler material, it lacks anything that would make me want to listen to it ever again.