Monoman Jeff Connelly is a demi-god. He’s still rocking after all these years. Time, drugs, and plain human drama has not been able to stop this man. If you went to the last Shakedown, you’d know exactly what I’m getting at. DMZ is still alive and I hope they get a chance to play around more before they really call it an end. OK, in case you have no idea what I’m talking about, those righteous people at Bomp Records want you to hear and fully understand the power of DMZ. Boston in the mid ’70s had a microcosm of bands who played local bars/ restaurants such as Cantone’s and The Rat. DMZ played in front of enthusiastic crowds and although they did not contain any record executives yet, they were making history and garnering status as a band whose influences would touch other musicians through the halls of time. At the time, no one would have guessed the wiser, according to fellow Bostonian, Real Kid John Felice who recanted those days. Well, DMZ eventually did get signed and released a terrific rock album, but alas, the world was just not ready to rock when they had the insolent luxury of Walter Murphy’s Discosymphonic and DMZ fizzled away. Not for long though, because deep in the hearts of rock fans everywhere, they still held a torch for these punk rock titans. They passed the flames to younger generations who easily become rabid DMZ-philes. DMZ is a mixture of the best sixties garage punk, soul, and basic American rock’n’roll. They covered the best fucking songs and gave them their own signature sound. I don’t have to tell you to get this album because you probably have it by now. If you don’t, what the fuck are you waiting for? Now if only people would pay attention to The Customs, too.