Let me tell you how CD reviews go around here. I listen to everything that is sent to my attention. If I dig it and have time to write a review, I keep it. If I hate it or have no time, I pass it along.
When I first got the five-song CD Snacktronica (Melody Lanes Recording) from the New York City-based Negatones, I wasn't impressed. It quickly went into my stack of CDs to pass on to someone else. But then I listened to it again, and I started to like it.

Player One: Staff Member #716

Hello again! Remember a few months ago when I tried (albeit poorly) to take you on a tour of comics on the web? Well, I've scoured the land and crossed the seas of cyberspace this month to bring you another informational look into comics on the web. I like to call this month's column: "Ripping Off Scott McCloud".

Oh,.. oh, God. I just-- gah-- puked in my mouth a little. Yuck. Ick. Ah,.. what could I have eaten to make me-- urg-- do that? All I’ve had today is mac and cheese. Why would-- ahem, fah-- it make me puke in my mouth? Oh,.. oh, man. I have to brush my teeth now. Gross.

I saw a fat ninja
Walkin' down the street,
Cankles above his
Fat fuckin' feet.
This ninja was portly,
Thunder thighs makin'
Friction, smell the smoke,
Fat legs rubbin'.
I saw a fat ninja.
How can he jump high?
My torso isn’t as big as his
Right fuckin’ thunder thigh.
Fat ninja should exercise.

Pepper is an odd, eclectic band who spin from rock to reggae to country, with a little bit of everything in between. The vocals have a Living Colour/Corey Glover feel to them, while the lyrics are,.. wait a minute. Did he just sing about clit rings?
Yes, In With The Old is a little strange, and maybe even a little unfocused in the way it slips from genre to genre, but there is something about the tone and feel of this disc that will keep you listening.

So, I toss Left In Kowloon into my stereo and hit "play". Two seconds later, I’m pummeled by the relentless onslaught of Toledo, Ohio’s Premonitions Of War. Musically, I would classify it closer to death metal than hardcore, which I haven’t been into for a long time. But when it comes right down to it, these guys can play.

Does sex really define the illustrious "Walk of Shame"?

Sitting at home
In the middle of the day,
I turn on the tube
To find my true way.
Tony, you're there
With your flowing gold locks,
Telling fat people how
To work their buttocks!
With each sway of your legs
On your silent Gazelle,
A baby still sleeps,
And I feel my clit swell.
You and your power pistons
Turn me on so.
I reach a point of climax
That consumes me head to toe.
You've been through so much.
Two car accidents and being gay,
But now you're "America's Personal Trainer"

POPOMATIC, BUBBLE - Citizens of Popomatic were shocked and fear-stricken earlier this week when trouble came crashing through their peaceful town in the form of a giant die.
There were no survivors.