DRINKERS PURGATORY: Self Titled: CD

L.A.-area band with a vocalist who’s a dead fucking ringer for the guy from Contra and Solidarity Pact; really throws me for a loop when his voice gets placed over generally mid-tempo punk stuff that toys with the same angular edges that make Giant Haystacks and, yeah, Gang Of Four and Wire so interesting. Unfortunately, the whole thing’s kind of neutered by the fact that those edges are smoothed out by a kind of ho-hum punk bar-band feel. Best song has got to be the hidden track at the end—there’s some real venom there and the music bounces and punches exactly when it should—but unfortunately they had to sandwich it between about six minutes total of someone’s digital alarm clock going off.  –keith (Small Pool, no address)