Small Brown Bike

Dark and dynamic, lyrically rich, this is my favorite record of the fall so far and a great fall record at that. Small Brown Bike sharpens the edges that make days painful on The River Bed. Each piece is complex and melodic, filled with tension and gloom. First listen, Sincerely Yours hit me like a fucking body! And then everything spoke to me on the record. (lookout)

This is a modern day Rush for the snug jean, white belt contingent. It’s no Power Windows but still gets a thumbs up from me. The only complaint I have with this album is with the production. I think that if they had spent a little more time working out the tones and levels it might’ve given Rush a run for it’s money. But for now I’ll just wait for the next record when they’ll probably have Andy Wallace on the production team as well as having every tight shirt wearing mahfuka tripping over themselves to get near the lead singers afro-puffs. (equal vision)

From the Ashes

What a steaming pile of boredom. Nothing special here…just the same ‘ol, same ‘ol. I’d much rather pump some Bad Religion (and I’m not even a big fan) instead, but that’s just me. If you’re a fan play it loud, and pogo, or something I guess. Whatevs. (epitaph)

Seven's Travels

You know this dude is from Minneapolis and awesome. Sometimes how much I love a record can be all thrown in to a line from the record and I feel it’s a great slam on the horrible music and thin pop people are calling hip hop anyway. This ugly white boy from cold as fuck Minny did his part to do something to save and he states so well, “fuck all y’all, stop writing raps and go play volleyball.” Big props this kid that was also at the Thrice Thursday show last week at the Quest. “Star Struck, Small Talk, Art Fucks is no fun!” Look for MTV2 to start sucking a dick!
(rhymesayers/epitaph)