OPERATION CLIFF CLAVIN: Freedom of Choice: CD

O.C.C. spastically play hard-edged bursts of pop-punk liveliness that’s fiery, volatile, fierce, and highly flammable. While intently listenin’ to this heavy-hittin’ gut-puncher of a disc, I just couldn’t sit still, and my toes were frantically a-tappin’ one million beats per minute, I shit you not! The snotty taunting schoolyard-bully vocals, furiously roarin’ napalm-laden squadron of fighter-jet guitars, diabolical bone-rattlin’ bass boomings, and frenzied pneumatic-drill jackhammer drumming mayhemically mesh together in an ear-pleasing blend of social-loathing sonic slashings that have me urgently pleadin’ for more! Yep, I’m whorishly hooked on O.C.C., and I ain’t gonna be a good boy no more, Ma…

 –Roger Moser Jr. (Plan-It-X, 5810 W. Willis Rd., Georgetown, IN 47122-9117; http://go.to/planitx)