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LOVE & ROCKETS
Love & Rockets
RCA/Beggars Banquet
XNO
COLLECTION
Better break out your Harley-
Davidson and leathers before you
throw this slab on your turntable.
More noisy than its predecessors, the
new Love & Rockets lashes out with
a kind of T. Rex/Jesus and the Mary
Chain taste to it. Those of you faithful
to L&R will definitely find this new
album different than the rest but very
refreshing with a heavy drum beat
and more distortion. Songs like
"Motorcycle" and "I Feel Speed"
describe the band's method of
transportation and new approach on
their own diversified style. A must-
and see if you can find the promo
release of the CD, which is packaged
in handy metal container RR
STEEL POLE BATH TUB, 1
STEELPOLE BATHTUB
Butterfly Love
Boner
Some people might be fooled (by
the nice picture of Marsha Brady on
the cover) into thinking this record
has a shred of prettiness about it. Ha!
It's ugly, it's sick, it's psychedelic
ipecac. They wouldn't let these guys
stay in Montana or Seattle, so they
had to come to San Francisco. Their
depraved, repulsive love songs are
like this: You pass out at a party
(maybe your own party), wake up at
5 a.m. and the party hasn't died.
Down at one end of the flat some
junkie you've never met before (and
certainly didn't invite) is playing Metal
Machine Music or possibly some-
thing worse, at the other end people
are sleeping in front of a TV playing
reruns from the 70s, and you're in the
bathroom in the middle, okay, being
sick as hell. That's what this record
is like. SM
CATERWAUL
Pin and Web
IRS Records.
The earlier twelve-incher was a
fine teaser to this Arizona band's
second Lp, their first major release
Caterwaul is a cross of goth and
some pop with rocking edges. Raw.
vibrating, creepy guitars create a
dusty Western twang that comes
more from the ghost-town graveyard
than the gunfight at the metal corral.
At the forefront of this sound are the
high wails of vocalist Betsy Martin,
whose unique stylings add the spicy
seasoning for a brewing thunder-
storm. Caterwaul is an odd musical
equation, and it's like a breath of
fresh air to see this type of sound
recognized. JS
THE DOGS D'AMOUR
The Dynamite Jet Saloon
China/Polygram Records,
The 70s explosion continues with
more tasteless crap and labels sign-
ing up the "quick buck" groups while
missing truly good bands. Legs Dia-
mond, Brownsville Station, Sweet-
the list goes on. All those bands did
it much better the first time and why
would anyone want to copy what
didn't make it anyway? I guess the
success of Guns 'N' Roses opens up
the door for more hard rock glam that
is as unoriginal and unfeeling as a
bar band doing 70s covers. MH
THROWING MUSES
Hunkpapa
Sire Records,
Though they have more than a
handful of releases under their hat.
the Muses are still virtually unknown.
This band (three females and one
male), is nothing like the crop of pop-
influenced bands that are currently
getting popular. Their sound is sort
of like electric folk with the rawness
of rock. TM does come off as a
modern version of a late sixties
peace band at times, though. Tracks
like "Dizzy" and "No Parachutes"
typify their sound, but stronger
material like "Angel" and "Fall
Down" show the more emotional and
flamboyant side of the band. This is
an enjoyable release that is a ways
away from the norm. JS
JUNKYARD
Junkyard
Geffen
Junkyard's debut Lp is one of the
few worthwhile things to come out of
L.A.'s so-called hard rock scene in
a dog's age. It ain't the next Guns n'
Roses, but there's an edge to this
album that few of this band's bar bud-
dies have yet to demonstrate. For an
outfit composed of one-time Big
Boys, Minor Threat, Decry and Dag
Nasty members, the boogie-rock
pile-drive lead track "Blooze" is sur-
prising. It strikes a chord somewhere
left of Rossington Collins, ZZ Top and
Lynard Skynard. A certain tongue-in-
check attitude permeates everything
from harder rave-ups to obligatory
power ballads. Unfortunately, there
are many stupid moments, like the
"Love that Texas ass" chorus in
"Texas." Probably the best artifact of
L.A. street rock since Appetite for
Destruction, provided you can get
past Junkyard's reliance on cliché
and mock stupidity. MG
SWALLOW
SWALLOW
Swallow
Sub Pop
From the swamps of the Seattle
area comes yet another triumphantly
unusual release by the murky hick-
rock label Sub Pop. Swallow lashes
out with a kind of insane mix between
MG MG Mi Max Habermas SV Sade Mctarase Ri Rick Rosent, 5 Judth Sam
greats Green River and Blood Circus,
with their own muddy twist. The
album is chock-full of snappy
slug-like tunes, like "Zoo" (a re-mix
of the Sup Pop 2000 compilation ver-
sion). These moss-heads can really
pull you out of the quicksand of
normal listening pleasure. So, wade
hip deep and churn to your local
record store RR
AGNOSTIC FRONT
Live at CBGB's
In Effect
From day one, Agnostic Front has
boon a gauge for the New York hard-
core set. Moving from the raw, un-
disciplined sounds of circa 82 "A7"
days to contemporary gut-busting
neo-technicality, they've kept the ag-
gression and rawness intact. That
energy is now showcased in a live
album. Okay, the overdubs are a bit
too obvious in some spots, especially
in the vocal department, but the raw
energy seethes. This album bends
all the way back to obscure classics
such as "Friend or Foe" and "United
Blood" from the out of print United
Blood disc to most recent faves, in-
cluding the MTV pick, "Anthem." It's
slam-tumult-stage-dive-aggro all the
way through. MG
FAITH NO MORE
The Real Thing
Slash
Lots of you are familiar with this
band's previous stuff ("We Care A
Lot"), but earlier FNM records were
marked by the presence of the
sniveling ex-vocalist Chuck Mosley
They got rid of him and went into the
studio as four kickass musicians out
to cut the best music ever recorded
with no thought of what a vocalist
would make of it. That accomplished,
they auditioned singers, and the first
guy who tried, Mike Patton from Mr.
Bungle, was it. It was the thing that
had to be "The Real Thing." Mike
does everything from whisper to
scream (all in one song)-he raps,
he croons, he howls, he stagedives,
he gets down on the stage and cuts
himself to ribbons on broken bottles.
And, they've finally recorded Sab-
bath's War Pigs," long a highlight
of their live show. The Real Thing is
apparently only going to be out on
CD, which is as much reason as
anyone needs for investing in one of
those machines. SM