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Bran Van 3000
Glee
--Roni Sarig
Man's Ruin
Whoyoucallin' Cracker
THESE FOUR FEMALE hardcore punks from the mean streets of Atlanta have just three things on their minds: sex, violence and alcohol. Does anyone remember the Man's Ruin flash-style tattoo stencils you could find at any tattoo shop, which most of the neo-rockabilly hoodlums sported during the mid '80s revival, kick-started by the Stray Cats? They all featured a scantily clad babe sitting in a martini glass beckoning one to lose himself in a weekend of booze and sexual debauchery. Well, Man's Ruin would proudly display tattoos of muscle-bound lugheads flopped drunkenly in beer mugs flipping the bird to all who stared. Examine the sing-a-long chorus to "Come A Little Closer" for all the descriptive lewdness these sex-starved nymphos so proudly embrace. These gruff-and-tough skinhead-loving babes grind up all those self-important Riot Grrrl pussies on "The Color Red," pulverizing them into harmless fairy dust with lyrics that address spousal abuse and random violence. On "True Love," the object of desire is not some beefy security guard that relishes banging heads together, but any bottle of hooch that'll do the trick quicker and more satisfactorily. They even have the balls to undertake "I Don't Like You" by notorious '80s UK racist punks, Skrewdriver--and get away with it. As Man's Ruin so proudly proclaims at the end of its lyric sheet: "We can out drink, out fight and out fuck all y'all." Hey ladies, you'll get no arguments here. --Ron Bally
The Connells
Still Life
THE CONNELLS may be letting their maturity show, but they're still one of the best, largely unappreciated pop bands to survive the mid '80s. Still Life is album number seven, whether it is in fact "lucky number seven" is a matter for today's increasingly fickle buyer's market--it also marks 13 years since The Connell's debut. The presence of producer Jim Scott (Tom Petty, Wilco) is readily felt in the record's countrified accessibility and bright polish, especially on "Gauntlet" and "Circlin'." The southern country REM-ish feel that has always hovered in the wings of the North Carolina band's earlier efforts emerges fully on much of Still Life, but there's no mistaking that Still Life is closer to vintage Connells than anything they've produced in the last five years. Fans of Darker Days and Boylan Heights will find The Connells none the worse for wear, if not quite as enterprising as they once seemed. You may not fall winded or be particularly surprised, but the Connells' Still Life will catch you with pop's sweetest, tried-and-true embrace. --Lisa Weeks |
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