URANIUM CLUB: Cosmo Cleaners: LP

I dunno whatever happened to bands and records like these—tight, precise, punk-spirited weirdos located too far in left field to be comfortably lumped in with the punkers, and too locked in and energetic to be written off as merely self-absorbed purveyors of art/noise/goofiness. Maybe they all went into deep cover at the end of the ’90s after Man… Or Astroman? released EEVIAC Operational Index and Reference Guide, Including Other Modern Computational Devices? I’ll admit, that was a tough act to follow. They all probably needed a little Executive Time. Be that as it may, this band sounds like either a funny Shellac, a kitschy Brainiac, or if NoMeansNo joined the Church of the Subgenius and played arena rock versions of Minutemen songs (with the exception of “Michael’s Soliloquy,” which sounds like what one would imagine the guy from “Michael’s Monetary System” by Eater would be up to these days). Screw lithium, uranium futures are where it’s at! Keep that under your energy dome. BEST SONG: “Grease Monkey.” BEST SONG TITLE: “Definitely Infrared Radiation Sickness.” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: I’m the only person I know who cares about what the redacted guest solo information really says. –Rev. Nørb (Fashionable Idiots)