RICHARD ROSE: Radiation Breeze: LP

Despite a band name that sounds discomfortingly similar to Ozzy’s dead guitarist and a cover photo that appears to be the result of somebody dropping a Polaroid camera in a 7-Eleven parking lot during a hurricane, as your lawyer, I advise you not to overlook this thing, as it’s rather a corker. It sounds kinda like if Richard Butler of the Psychedelic Furs got singing lessons from Johnny Lydon (you know, the guy from the S.P.O.T.S.) and was backed by the Celibate Rifles, who had just finished being slathered in dark ’80s fuzz and almond slivers under mysterious circumstances, topped off with the addition of an occasional Aints-styled fluttery sax tantrum for levity. It also kind of reminded me of Dee Dee Ramone I.C.L.C. at one point, but I’m not going to put that in the review because it would surely make me an object of contempt and ridicule. Ergo: The physical and sonic impact of a punk record, but the depth and repeat listenability of an un-punk record. In the immortal words of Daffy Duck, none can athk fairer than that! BEST SONG: “Radiation Breeze Part Two.” BEST SONG TITLE: “Radiation Breeze Part One.” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: “Radiation Breeze Part One” really isn’t the best song title, but I like the idea of having five fast ones on the A side, and the B side consisting of one song split into a slower, jammy “Part One” and a fast “Part Two” because it’s sort of like if Machine Gun Etiquette by the Damned was missing tracks six thru ten. (pause) Seriously. –Rev. Nørb (In The Red,