Definitely got its heart in the right place (I figure an endeavor of this magnitude—there’s over thirty bands on the DVD, and the CD has forty-two tracks from fourteen bands—takes quite a bit of work to orchestrate and assemble) and obviously a labor of love. And to NFT’s credit, there’s a lot of stuff on here that I would’ve been into watching, had the quality been up to snuff. I mean, seriously—there’s just about every band Duane Peters is or has ever been in, as well as the Hollowpoints, Blacklist Brigade, Thug Murder, All Or Nothing HC, and Neurotic Swingers. There’s even Dayglo Abortions footage and an acoustic TV Smith performance. Couple that with skate footage from the Godoy Brothers, Tony Alva, Jason Jessee, and more, and the aforementioned forty-plus track CD, and this thing should just about be unstoppable. And it is, on paper, at least. Unfortunately, some of the footage is pretty spotty and a lot of the live videos sound as if they just used the sound file straight from the hand-held camera. It’ll work when you want to get your little brother’s band’s first show on tape, but when you really want to get something solid down for The Briefs or The Black Halos, it’s not gonna fly. I mean, I hate to sound like some tech-snob, but there are moments on here where either the audio or video’s sketchy enough that that particular video was hardly worth watching. Still, I don’t want to bag on this too hard—No Front Teeth is a pretty consistent label, the guy behind it seems super hard-working and sincere, and I can’t imagine the effort it must’ve taken putting this thing together. And the line-up is pretty rad: everyone from the Smut Peddlers and Exploding Fuck Dolls to The Street Brats and The Skulls make an appearance. As far as the accompanying disc, there’s stuff from Killing California, Radio Dead Ones, The Insurgence, The Jabbs (who I believe share a few members with Blacklist Brigade), Dead End Kids, and more. If you’ve ever heard any of the earlier No Front Teeth comps, you’ve got a good idea what you’ll be getting on your plate here— raw, gritty, mean-as-piss punk rock that carries a bright and loving torch for 1977. All in all, I wouldn’t recommend this thing to anyone that’s into, like, production (if you’ve ever said something like, “Dude, that kick drum was sooo compressed on that album” than stay the hell away from this thing), but for those readers that’re willing to sacrifice some sound or visual quality for the fact that a lot of this stuff is rare as hell and pretty cool to have in one format, then by all means, grab this one up. –Keith Rosson (Dogpile, PO Box 2099, Seal Beach, CA 90740-1099)