\"High heels to break your back / Short skirts to make you horny / Don’t try to touch us baby....\"
Hello?!? Who wouldn\'t love this new CD from Felix da Housecat? And I\'m not talkin\' no black-and-white, Betty Boop tag-along. I\'m talking full-color, in-your-face hotness! That is what Devin Dazzle & The Neon Fever is all about.

After listening to this album, I can\'t seem to get it out of my head. Not in that good way where you can\'t stop singing a song because it\'s so catchy. It\'s more like lead singer Jon Logan Allred\'s incessant screams have raped my ears, chiseled their way into my brain, and nested there.
Forgive Nothing is A Faith Called Chaos\' debut LP, and is a conglomerate mass of impelling guitar riffs, violent drumbeats, and compulsive bass lines. Its tracks have the soft flare of Seventies rock \'n\' roll that is unfortunately hidden behind its death metal vocals.

Damn! Now this is what I\'m talking about! The band is Brazil, the name of the disc is A Hostage And The Meaning Of Life, and it is beyond great. From the beginning of this baby, I was hooked. Brazil has put their own twist and energy on the Mars Volta neo-prog sound, mixing old prog masters Yes and Fates Warning into a killer new band.

The first live release since Operation: Live Crime, Queensryche\'s The Art Of Live DVD proves what we longtime Queensryche fans have always known: there isn\'t a tighter live band in the world.

Casper and the Cookies have an album out called Oh!, and I don\'t know who it was made for. It\'s one of those crap bands that only form in college towns, playing Sixties folk in a Grateful Dead sort of way. It\'s like if the Dead Milkmen or the Violent Femmes made a completely unfunny album. Casper and the Cookies are winking at you, saying, \"I\'m so clever without ever making you crack a smile.\"

Keep It Crisp by Breezy Porticos is not my cup of tea. It\'s a little like early Smiths meets folk music. Strumming jangly guitars and droning vocals on all the tunes makes the whole album run together to form the longest, most boring song I\'ve ever heard.
That\'s it.
There is nothing more to say.
I feel sleepy.
Oh! That\'s good! Keep It Crisp by Breezy Porticos will make you want to take a nap.
I love naps. I guess there is something good about this album. Keep strumming those guitars, fuckers.

There is no mistaking the voice of Blackie Lawless. It is the sound that gives parents nightmares and rock fans hard-ons. When all the metal bands have wasted away or sold out, W.A.S.P. stands alone. What\'s even more amazing is that they just keep getting better.

Holy crap! It\'s Hootie! Oh, guess not. Damn. When that first track on Red Room\'s self-titled album started up, I thought for sure those were Hootie\'s pipes yodeling about having a \"Plastic Soul\". (Hootie was the singer, right? Or was he one of the Blowfish?)
Holy crap! It\'s that one guy from Matchbox Twenty! Aw, crap... wrong again. I guess you could say that if you dig any of those Hootie/Matchbox Twenty kind of bands (Are any of those guys still around?), this album by Red Room is right up your alley.

When somebody mentioned that Dynamite Kid had a CD coming out, my ears perked right up. I always wondered what he was doing since he retired from wrestling, after a tag match against Don Muraco and Cowboy Bob Orton left him with a severely damaged spine.

Never mind the fact that Soul Coughing sold over a million records for Warner Bros. All of that is behind ex-lead singer Mike Doughty. He\'s got other things to concentrate on now, like touring with his new band.