PSYCHO KID, THE: Hypocrite Land: CD

I didn’t know what to expect with this trio, but it took a few listens for me to get it. Buzzsaw guitars, melodic vocals, and crackerjack drumming come together in one thick, frothy milkshake of punk pop. For some reason, a lot of these songs remind me of Dee Dee Ramone solo material, where his wife chimed in on harmony vocals. How can you go wrong with lyrics like this—“he’s not sure if jerking’s right/but he sure turns off the lights/and he reaches underneath/to the snake that has no teeth.” Ritchie Ramone wishes he could write lyrics as good as these!

 –koepenick (Logan Ave., no address)