Since the magazine for which i write is, in fact, a southern California-based publication, i must wonder aloud if Southern Californians realize how immediately identifiable their punk rock is as Southern Californian in origin? I mean, SoCal is like the Wisconsin accent of punk: It is clearly, immediately, and irrevocably identifiable as such. Damn near everything I hear, to this very frickin’ day, sounds like it stepped off of 1982’s “Somebody Got Their Head Kicked In Tonight” compilation LP. The eighth-note cymbal rhythms are the most easily isolated part of this sound, but i swear every other issue i get a record by a Southern California punk band to review, and all I can really say about it is that it sounds like it stepped off of 1982’s “Somebody Got Their Head Kicked In Tonight” compilation LP, and that it reminds me of something my old roommates would listen to at head-crushing volume whilst they drank Kingsbury® with chicks they picked up at the bars whilst i tried vainly to sleep in the other room. Singers sound slightly snottier in 2011 than they did in 1982, but, other than that, this is a double-sided example of that which i just said it was. Am i preachin’ to the choir here? Not a bad record on its own merits, if you were hoping that “Somebody Got Their Head Kicked In” came with futuristic bonus tracks. BEST SONG: “Pillbox” by the Joneses. Wait, what? BEST SONG TITLE: “Left Without a Heart” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: I hail Modern Action Records’ use of rubber stamping.
–norb (Modern Action)