I’m a fan. I’m a fan of contemporary, not-the-same bands sharing splits. I’m a fan of said bands covering one another’s songs. Bands are often the biggest fans of other bands. And what better way to show that appreciation than a cover and sharing intimate space on the surface of all holies, the 7”? Vacation Bible School: I’m almost willing to risk a free punch in a dark parking lot without retaliation that at least one of the following is true: one of the guys in the band owns a Rivethead record, one has seriously contemplated a Screeching Weasel tattoo, one has filled in for the Copyrights, or that they’ve hung out shirtless with the Sass Dragons. (All positives in my book.) The God Damn Doo Wop Band: Ladies, not since Grease has cute equaled tough so perfectly. Booted switchblades, crinoline, hand claps, and—what’s it called?—in-tune singing with lots of parts. Where are my pants? Oh, they’ve been charmed right off me again. Damn it. So good.
–todd (Traffic Street)