LIPPIES, THE: Self-titled: CD

I couldn’t help but think that The Lippies is comprised of band nerds. They are super precise, don’t skip a beat, the vocals are incredibly skilled, and it’s completely by the playbook. Pop punk melodies are trite with cheap frills and slick riffs. Jagged edges? Please, just one? I was bored. Plus, with songs like “Friend Zone,” “Fuck the Customer,” and “Basic Boy,” I was thinking that these must be young people problems. But really, I wanted to like this. There’s a menstrual cup that is gushing and overflowing on the back cover… unfortunately, The Lippies don’t deliver any blood, guts, or glory. –Camylle Reynolds (Red Scare, redscare.net)