99ERS / DARLINGTON: Split: 7” 33

Christy Darlington was an enigmatic minor star of ‘90s pop punk; nobody could really figure out what that dude was all about (or was sufficiently mobilized to inspect the matter in depth), and I got to admit I giggled a little when I saw they/he were/was still at it, lo some twenty years later. Be that as it may, “Mars Rover” is like a dirty Archies song, so stupid and catchy and infectious that you’ll be singing it to yourself all the while you beat Christy’s face in with a waffle iron for writing it. “Dress Code” is a bit more on the nose, but still serviceable. On the flip, the 99ers—just two points off the torrid pace established by the 101ers!—sound like a newly-excavated link between Helen Love and the Queers, trading off girl/boy vocals not at all unlike the contents of a Fay Fife/Eugene box of Rezillo-flavored Nerds®, managing to name-drop Das Kapital, North Star Roller Derby, and the Mr. T Experience in the span of two songs. I hate to say this, but I think I love this. BEST SONG: 99ers, “Rude Girl T-Shirt.” BEST SONG TITLE: Darlington, “Mars Rover.” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: The first WFTDA playoff tournament game I ever announced was North Star vs. Grand Raggidy. ­–Rev. Nørb (Man Della / Ratgirl / Jerkoff, mandellarecords.com)