NO TRUTH LIES: Self-titled: CD

The musical blocks are obvious enough: Tiltwheel, Grabass Charlestons, Tim Version, and Florida “Dudes On” punk rock. And this late in the game, I should be fully prepared to be a jaded fuck when hearing gruff-voiced, expertly played, heart-filled anthems about beer, failure, and the death of ideals, but I’m not. Bring it. Goddamn, I love this CD. They’re like Rowdy Roddy Piper in They Live. They’ve got the sunglasses that filter out all the bullshit and evil, and they get to the heart of the matter (with music, not shotguns) like compassionate vigilantes. They deserve a feather in their cap, too, for reinterpreting a Phil Ochs tune.

 –todd (ADD)