THE FANNY PADS - TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY

A straight forward political riot opens up this well-packaged and well produced CD that really does blaze an opening trail of melodic upheaval and sing-a-long punk rock. 'A Better Life' is perfectly chosen as the starter track as it grabs attention and thunders along ideally and precedes the tuneful and may it be said very catchy 'No Confidence' with excellent efficiency.

'When It Ends' blows and slows in fantastic orchestrated fashion and highlights the fact that we have another flavour to savour as another great underdog band produce some belligerent ball busting stuff equal to anything the so-called top bands get away with.

A perusal of the enclosed booklet is typically punkesque in design with lunatic band pictures, thanx and vital lyrical matter that all comes together to be impressive to any reviewer. Adding lyrics is a definite 'MUST' for all bands as it increases the catchiness of each song and immediately helps involve the listener. Why bands omit a lyric sheet is baffling but there you go!

Anyway the CD does the job on all fronts and being overdue in its release backs up the argument of 'better to wait for quality than to overdose on crap'. Other highs are the brilliant 'Why' a real misfit comes good tune and the comically defeatist 'Disillusioned' that all the labouring army can relate to.

A good CD with the first half outweighing the second but all in all no real faults to find. These lot are on the SAS 3 dayer coming soon and I am well proud to include em'.

FLAT BACK FOUR - WHO DARES PENGUINS

With pace, clarity and a definite Punk 'o' Rama/Epitath feel this recording is a study in musical excellence. Very polished and wonderfully mastered we have here an offering of carefully orchestrated music that instantaneously captures the admiration of one who deals with a wide and varied influx of efforts. The vocals are distinct and compliment the superb background cacophony quite accurately. To me this sounds like a band who know their music inside, outside, upside and back to front.

From the opening 'I Told You I Was Ill' (Milligan version me suspects) to the finale of 'The Wind Still Blows Down Webb Street' we have a considerable abundance of quality that reaches its zenith during tracks 5 (Psalm 23) and track 10 (English Civil War (Clash Cover)). In fact 'Psalm 23' could easily be found on the aforementioned Epitath label and no-one would question why, such is the brilliance of delivery. The Clash cover outdoes the original which I'm sure is compliment enough even though I was never a Clash fan.

To sum up - a refreshingly well thought out and executed piece of joy that comes from a band deserving of greater credit. The only criticism would be to suggest a more basic approach to some of the songs so as to appeal to a wider audience as the punk scene (especially in Britain) can be quite critical of busy, US sounding styles. Other than that - a treat to listen to.

ACID DROP - THE DROP ZONE

Acid Drop first came my way via the untrustable grapevine on the scene which gave suggestion of a very adequate band. A viewing and I was convinced but needed another taste so as to be assured of the flavour. A SAS gig later and I was quite chuffed at this eminent outfit and so anticipated this CD greatly. For me the best way to encapsulate the band within one terse statement is as 'honest punk rock'. There is nothing unnecessarily ornate within the sound of the AD output but a general expertise that irrepressibly impresses. Diversity of noise is ample and the end production on this CD is complimentary to the bands style thus setting them off on the right foot for what I hope will be a long successful journey.

The first flower to bloom in this mini-melodic meadow is christened 'Polly Piper'. A tale of beauty used, abused and left to rot in the rain of regret with a passing taking place thus no seeds left to flourish. A sad little story but the music holds back the tears with a gritty gumption liable to go down best in a beer sodden public house. I have heard this one before and from where I know not but it still does the business. An almost Irish jig and swig approach is had with a more direct punk undercurrent providing the general acoustic petrol. A segment of bold striding guitar escorts panging wordage before the main flow is briefly captured, interrupted by a gentle snippet of semi-acoustica and then the song closes with a final hurrah. Good stuff but 'Society's Rejects' is a notch up with a granite defiance, tumbling urgency and general accomplished punk construction giving it all the adornments many will be happy to aurally wear. Wallowing in their own punk rock no-mans land Acid Drop ask for no assistance and are delighted to be doing things on their own terms in their own way. A thoroughly spiked ethos and one I recommend you take on board you jolly slack-arsed buggers. Despite a sound scaffolding there is a rustiness to admire and that is how to keep things characteristic and real my good friend.

'The Next Dead Thing' starts with a spacious chorus assisted by a subdued guitar. The main thrust follows and all is regular and rhythmic within the AD zone with the band easily producing a simple piece of catchy poppy punk that has the necessary corrosion in all the right parts. Drums cascade and guitar screws deep and 'These Four Walls' surrounds us and is another consistent song that stays free from any nettled noise and sticks to the easily digestible output that has gone before. What I am noticing at this point is that this 4-piece is producing numbers that avoid the obstinate awkwardness and offensive edge that so many go for with no better reason than that it is supposedly 'punk'. The band I reckon, will gain credit through this approach and open up their sonic playpen for many to enter and enjoy! Pointless nastiness and spit and shit inclusions are commonplace within the community and it is good to see this unit avoid such a subliminal pitfall. 4 songs and nothing to criticise so far - told ya this was a good band!

'These Things Seem To Disappear' powers along from the off and has a snarly bite with an anti-governmental slant that despises lies. It really is straight ahead matter and played with aplomb. The band feels so accomplished I am wondering how indeed they can stretch themselves. Certainly not with the sweet attack on the police force with 'Coppers'. The drums tumble away, the bass is totally effective and the noise from the gob and guitar is added relish. The band are going to win many, many fans with punk puke such as this and so far the album is really hard to fault. I am stuck somewhat for words as each number doesn't need much wordy praise as the proof is in the pudding and Acid Drop are blatantly accomplished in what they do. Pleasing/annoying/frustrating all rolled into one but what a grand band.

'You're Gonna Fuckin' Pay' is sharp and bowls one over with the toxic temperament and general bite. The acoustic intro is poisoned play but the following rumble is efficient, all-consuming and so coherently put. Each player is lucid yet dwells amidst the cacophony without being noticeable. A paradoxical statement that is in fact true and the sign of class. The final run down to the closing tape is solid and once more I move on with the critical verbage still in me pockets. 'I Will Not Forget You' is a tale of loss and is yet another quality moment, and potentially the best! The emotion is felt and borne from the heart with regret, loyalty and a general determination all beautifully positioned to season an already tasty song. Life pours through the veins of this effort and its insistence to stick around says that it will not be ignored and has something it needs to get off its chest. Magnificent!

'All The Same' and 'Winston Smith' are poles apart yet borne of the same hands with the former a short, sharp heavyweight of a song that relies on bullying tactics to gain respect and soon has one backed into the corner duly submitting beneath the bombardment. Crafty uppercuts and body shots are sneaked in beneath the general avalanche with only little respite given via a jabbed out segment. The latter begins with hairline fractured skank and mellowed mouth that is glossed with a reggae sheen. I love this intro and am frustrated that Acid Drop haven't adopted a little more of this style into the final conglomeration (there ya go a minor criticism - got one in ha, ha - up the Fungal). Of course it is a miniscule gripe but worth mentioning as I think Acid Drop have massive potential in this area - take note boys and tap the well! The content of the song concerns us with feeling like Winston Smith, the hero of the Orwellian classic '1984'. Freedom is fucked and a reality check given. When the reggae subsides the boys produce the expected raucous and rhythmic excellence without losing control which is indeed top priority!

4 to go with 'For You' turning us in to the home stretch. A piss about at the starting line and the melodic legs soon get galloping albeit after an uncertainty in the stalls and a knee trembling pause. Not bad but I reckon if any song is going to crawl in last from the 14 nag run then this is the mucky mare. It is a decent runner but alongside some of the thoroughbreds found in this sonic stable it sounds a trifle runtish - make what you will of this one. Now 'Mothers Pride' is a different beast and struts at ya with a sanguine step and immediately catches the aural eye. With a smooth sing-a-long shine and a inner muscularity that exudes experience this is a definite front runner and whether it wins or not it will be a veritable close run thing for many a punter. The pace is well within itself and the Drop aren't even raising the whip - a double handful no less and the sign of definite professionalism. 'Last Man Standing' is a feisty number and kicks and flays like a good un' with a classy chorus one can't let go. When flowing the sleek movement is admirable but far from reassuring as you know things could change at any given moment. I am very fond of this one and an each way wager would be a very safe bet to say the least. As the line approaches is the hindquarter thrashed or are we going to canter with quality and pass the post with colours flashing? You guessed it and 'The Last March (You're Gonna Pay Reprise)' is a marvellous finish with a gentle acoustic drift tattooed with texture and fringed with deep felt fabric. Time crawls and we are left to admire the final fling of this quality event and I am utterly delighted by all that has transpired. This closure bodes well for the future and yet again exposes hidden levels in the AC storage rooms. If they play it right and don't get carried away with their own talent and enthusiasm the band could make productive strides and within a year or two could be running alongside the best. We are due an underdog band to win a big one and who is to say it won't be these guys. You'd be a fool to place your hard earned brass elsewhere.

Now you know the rest - check, buy, support, go and see etc. Acid Drop are the real deal and if you agree go tell em' so - building a bit of confidence is more important than you think. Mind you if you think they are shit then be as equally honest but remember Fungal thinks ya wrong!

NORTHERN GUNS – RADIO RIOT EP

5 songs here from Leeds rockers Northern Guns with emphasis placed on composition and style rather than an all out blast.  The opener is classily contrived and expertly combines great melodies and rhythm with restrained vocals that really sets a good standard and promises much.  ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll’ merges well and is again an adept creation that has all the trimmings of being delivered by a polished outfit.  ‘Ruptured Encounters’ continues the tone but ‘Generation’ is let down by some ridiculous back-ground moaning and a few iffy moments in the final arrangement.  The finale is ‘Suicide Dog’ which could be better and needs an overall angrier sound that would enhance the whole arrangement tremendously.  In truth a pretty decent CD that is let down by the odd faux pas and lack of aggression in the final mix.  More fuzz, more aggression and a removal of dodgy backings and this band could well produce an absolute belter.  Still worth checking out and another that I suspect are a good live act.

THE FRACTIONS - MATANZA

And yet another offering from ska/punksters The Fractions with this 5 tracker a lesson in quality. This is a very well produced effort with all songs having a certain instrumental clarity that exhibits know how and patience. The first two tracks are the pick for me namely 'Missing Piece' and 'What Happened' with emphasis on melody and a controlled rawness. The final 3 tracks are of a similar vein with a few punky moments that highlight The Fractions versatility and ever growing experimental nature. The one criticism I do have is that all songs are a bit too long and like a potential choice dish are marred by too many ingredients. Despite this I feel the CD will go down well with fans of the band and ska and should be appreciated for the skill and dedication of a band who work the scene hard.

PUMPKIN RECORDS - UK PUNKS VOL 1 COMPILATION

The second compilation I have been requested to review by DIY enthusiasts Pumpkin Records with the initial impact made by the wider variety on offer and the use of allegedly bigger names.  Add to this a professionally packed product with a ‘to-the-point’ information based colour booklet and things look mighty promising.

All Aboard!

The first port of call is a choice spot as Conflict produce one of their finer moments with the blazing aggression of ‘Mighty and Superior’.  A more contained effort from this crusty crew and one which I am sure will arouse punters curiosity to other ditties.

The Pumpkin Express rattles forth with the next noteworthy destination at ‘The Blacksmiths Arms’ courtesy of the obviously unhinged Bus Station Loonies.  A real bunch of crackpots here but a nice sing-a-long moment before a brief excursion to the land of Citizen Fish.  ‘Getting Used To It’ is a typical cut from this outfit but continues the first class journey quite satisfactorily.

The picking up of 2 Sick Monkeys on the way shows good route planning and the song ‘24/7’ is one of the albums highs as it refuels the fire and lets rip – full steam ahead.  Things nearly derail next as the crazed Rabies Babies and their wonderful screaming madhouse along with the Kamikaze Sperm brigade suffering from the effects of an ‘Identity Crisis’ both add a decadent charm to proceedings that will no doubt please many a subversive character loitering around the platforms after midnight.

Eastfield beautifully toy with the idea that ‘Burt Reynolds Rides Again’ but the all American meat head is promptly told to ‘Fuck Off’ and we are all saved an egocentric tirade from dreaded second rate actor.  Carrying on regardless and irrespective of the odd hold-up along this turbulent track at the next station we meet 3CR who welcome us with toilets flushed and trousers down and the vulgar melody ‘Spit Roasted Groupies’.  The comedic karsi brigade will love this and the ‘I Bummed Thomas The Tank Engine’ t-shirts will be worn by all fans who board the approaching 3 Cornered Rug Inter Titty Special to Clitsville.

The Hypocrites add some on-board entertainment with the excellent ‘Rave Ska’ before we race home in first-class style with a glorious bounty of top notch tunes.  The Upstarts propel us ‘Off The Ground’  with the crescendo of sounds given a good stoking (no not by 3CR) by The Strait Jackets who dish out ‘Blood On My Hands’ in fervent style and The Dead Pets who sum up the DIY approach to this whole CD with ‘If It Sells It Sells’.  Just enjoy and go with the flow – not entirely what the song is about but a title that can be read in a more appropriate sense.

Opposing platforms at the journeys end offer punters the ska-styled ‘Take The Blame’ by The Extinguishers and the rougher edged punk ‘n’ thunk explosion ‘Better Way’ by the excellent Filaments.

Several excursions along this route give the impression of a gradual build up in quality and speed after a somewhat hit and miss beginning.  The home stretch is a real treat and leaves memories of an adventure well enjoyed.  There’s time to trash the bogs and slash a few seats but if you like your tours both mysterious and magical then not too much mischief can be indulged in as you will be too preoccupied by all the choice moments.  If you are a fan of Jones the Steam then take a chance on this but get that psychiatric help first.  For £5 a ticket you would be hard pushed to get a better deal.  Next stop ‘Volume 2’.

KREOSOTE - DIRTY PINT

As raw as the blistered eardrums you are likely to recieve when viewing this raucous crew on one of their live outings, this CD packs an adequate punch and is only restrained by the dubious production. Having said that, this is a journey into the more melodic side of hardcore you may find yourself enjoying especially after a shite day at work and a few beers (good to get rid of some of the angst you know). The 8 tracks on offer are similar in style and you can't help but wonder at whether or not there is a certain tongue-in-cheek approach here as some of the lyrical content does lean towards the deviantly comedic.

'Ratatat' opens up in hard edged style with 'Some Basic Do's etc' hurtling quickly behind and maintaining the rough and machine-like noise. Even at this point lovers of melodic retro punk and the headbanging brigade will be divided with 'Retail Cyst', Muppets and Fuckwits' etc only adding fuel to the debating fire. So what? This is not at all bad and the rapid firepower does the business.

'Pleasurable Discharge' is my personal fave with the fine ' Arrogant Wankers In Suits' being lyrically simple and to the point which will surely piss up the arses of the more allegedly literate and analytical music reviewers but which pleases this one just fine. The last 2 tracks 'Yeehaa We're All Going To Die' and 'Eight A Tribute' follow the set standard and if you are thinking of getting ballooned on booze and kneecapping your granny then listen to this assembly of melodies then go forth with your lump hammer. I guess its just one of those CD's.

MAFAFI - MON DOON THE DANCIN' DEMO

A hardcore offering here from North of the Border as Scottish powermongers jump straight out of the recording flat and into yer face with several outpourings of unchained aggression and misadventure. Like well sand papered flesh this raw and bleeding effort twangs every nerve. As with most rattling raucousness it is an acquired taste but you can't help but admire the basic urgency and uncontrolled angst that go into the overall composition of discordancy. 'Hold It', 'Soccer Mum' and 'Dirty Pillows' are the pick as each track brutally bleeds into the next. For me what we have here is a good CD of honest, low-budget, no-shit music that just lacks the final blow. A few more chant 'n' rant breaks mixed with some extensive simplistic guitar rhythms and solos and you have the finished article. Overall though this is a must for the hardcore brigade and definitely worthy of a listen by any lover of punk. By the way the energy and zeal also makes fantastic viewing as Mafafi show during their excellent live sets.

COPROLITE - TAKING DOWN TYRANTS

Well if you ask me a more apt title for this musical offering would be ' How To Play A Storming First Gig And Ruin The Good Vibes By Buying This...'. A tad lengthy but for me very, very accurate indeed and very disappointing. Having watched these guys on their debut gig I was quite taken aback at how good they actually were and therefore bought the CD which we have here under the spotlight. Having listened to the CD I was dramatically underwhelmed by the overall muffled sound and constipated vocal noise that seemed hardly bearable. Like a flashing fruit machine that pays out actual fruit instead of the promised and expected rewards this was a real deflating moment. Recorded in a bedroom I think and done in true, admirable DIY spirit the desire to get something 'out there' is in itself worthy of praise but when the end product is of this standard then you have to question what good it does. It is blatantly obvious here that urgency has overridden integrity and despite the CD having some promising moments these are lost in a maelstrom of injustice to the bands talents.

Musical ability and song construction are plain to hear but are hampered by sub-standard production. Not enough seasoning on an adequate dish and the potential flavour is lost.

The highs are the slow ska-style snippets that intercut well with the overly busy rants that again need more attention to detail. For music this intricate time and patience is required and the production has to be spot on. A real, real shame as this band are a lot better than this but for a nugget the CD is still worth a shot. The next one should be a hundred times better and if you get the chance go and give this lot a look.

Oh as a footnote I have played this CD a few more times and it does sound a bit better than initial feelings so there you go - maybe in a hundred years I may deem it a classic.

BEST OF BRITISH OI VOL 1 - COMPILATION

Typically British in sound and presentation this compilation is reminiscent of those collectable Oi albums every shaven headed 'erbert should have had in his festering record collection in the early 80's. Some familiar names are included here with each one banging out their own particular brand of street music. 'The Land of Hope and Glory' intro is unashamedly patriotic and typical of this genre with the ensuing eruption of Condemned 84's 'The Sound Of Oi' a perfect start to an all round decent CD. Hard and rough edged the approach is continued with T.M.F and the excellent ditty called 'Another Scar'.

The themes of violence, drinking, disgruntlement, law hating, and questioning continue with efforts by The Gonads, Scum and Churchill worthy of a mention.

For me the best track of the lot is the superb and darkly sinister offering from Superyob, namely 'Rough Justice'. A classic example of the zero-tolerance view of this musical mode and one that deserves more credit than it gets. This song is a gem both lyrically and musically and the cockney preaching of frontman Frankie Flame does his usual vocal delivery with a natural aplomb second to none. One of the most overlooked bands hopefully this quality CD will give them a bit more publicity.

This won't be everyone's cup of tea but I would recommend a few listens by all and sundrie. Personally as good as the early Oi offerings if not better.