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Demorama Reviews for February 2002

 

 

 

A THOUSAND FALLING SKIES

MP3 Demos

cyberjiz@aol.com

www.mp3.com/fallingskies

A Thousand Falling Skies are Naugatuck, Connecticut's contribution to the world of Hardcore/Metal.  There's some nice chugging of the guitars here accompanied by the stereotypical growling shriek vocals and machinegun percussion that you hear a lot of with this sort of band.  This might be nice accompanied by a mosh pit in a crowded club (beer in hand), but other wise it kind of left me cold.  I gotta say I enjoyed the guitar work though. (Conrad Teves) 

 

 

 

7 MONTHS

info@7months.com

www.7months.com

Active Mind Productions

877-302-3382

I see no need to do a review of this band because, according to their bio, "7 MONTHS is an L.A. based band combining progressive time signatures, complex progressions with SELLABLE COMMERCIALIZED MELODIES [emphasis added by your humble reviewer] that Kick some serious Ass, but will also stand the test of time."

Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha. Ha ha, Ha ha ha! Ohhhhh, AHHHHHHH HAHA HAHA HA HA HA HAHA HA!!!!! OH GOD HA HA HAHAAHA MY GUT! OH, HAH HAHAHAHAHA OOH! I THINK I PULLED SOMETHING!!!!!!! Gasp! Air! I NEED AIR!! Gasp!

But seriously now. I am listening to The Beatles Let It Be as I write this review to remind myself that there was such a thing as a commercially successful band that continued to try to push boundaries. For a modern analogy, there's a band called U2 that these morons might have heard of. Not that these guys are, or ever will be, commercially successful beyond a very tight circle of fans (If it happens, I will hang myself).

I will give these guys something for the effort, though. The production on the CD is excellent, the musicians are quite competent, and the singer doesn't sound horrifying. It's too bad that they are satisfied producing some of the lamest '80's style glam rock I've ever heard. And don't even get me started on the lyrics. I guess if they are shooting for "sellable commercialized melodies," perhaps they are on the right track given the proliferation of "classic rock" and "'80's" formats on radio stations around the country and the subsequent dumbing down of the listening audience. Oh my God, these guys just might be able to quit their day jobs. Perhaps I'm not giving these bores enough credit. It's a brilliant scheme, really, the more I think about it. Maybe they do, in fact, deserve recognition for marketing themselves for that particular (and disturbingly large) demographic that still thinks Bon Jovi deserves regular airplay. I mean, they've got the wanna-be heartthrob lead singer (a Mr. Joe Booe) shirtless in most of the publicity shots showing off his shaved chest and flexing his delts and abs as he strains into the microphone, and the rest of the guys look tough and appropriately coifed. I mean really now, who can look at the above picture (they gave Demorama a poster of it, too) and NOT take these guys seriously? These guys are bona-fide rock stars! I mean, what better reason to start a band than to play unimaginative and uninspired music for profit? And man, think of all the skank-whores that Booe guy must score! ROCK ON FELLAS!  (Mike Mitchelson)

 

 

 

ATTILA AND DAVE PROJECT: Lifeline

PO Box 3221, San Leandro, CA, 94578-0221

aadp@musician.net

510-278-1751

A very interesting name. The cover was a little bit of the schmaltzy late 80's spacey computer graphics vision of loneliness. But the songs. Man. The songs. Excellent arrangements. Excellent uses of the various instruments that any moderate prog band should be using. The keys. The smooth "brown" sounds of the guitars.  Lead Singer Attila has that "Puff the Magic Dragon" folky smoky (as in THAT kind of smoke) laidback mellowness. It's adult music that moves along soothingly.  It's like something you could hear being played at a reasonably responsible apartment party.  If they weren't 27 years late in their prog rock grooves, they would totally rule. (Foster W)

 

 

 

BELISARIUS: Mariovo

www.peoplesound.com

www.matchboxrecordings.co.uk

gorsim@hotmail.com

I listened to this EP twice, not because it was so spectacular that I couldn't help myself, but because I couldn't quite get a handle on a verbal description of the music. I thought at first I would say, "Think of a humorless Jonathon Richmond singing power-ballads with a decent art-rock band," but then on some of the tracks the singer, Goran Simonovski, has a throaty Colin Hay sound (Yes, Hay is the Men At Work guy). And the music -– It's got some saxophone and a little bouzouki to go with the standard rock hardware, and the chick singing backup, Jelena Gjurgjevik, belts it out just fine, too. So...Hmmm.

The fact that I listened to it twice is a very strong indicator that the music doesn't suck. I could see it kinda growin' on me, and I'm not quite sure how I feel about that. I need to determine if it's an expansion of my musical tastes or a decline in expectations. At any rate, Belisarius is worth checking out. (Mike Mitchelson)

 

 

 

BLUE STAR TATTOO: Lovesick Robot

BlueStarTattoo85@aol.com

Fifteen. Bloody FIFTEEN YEARS OLD. That is the age of one Daniel Anderson, the individual who, under the kids-on-acid urban legend-inspired moniker Blue Star Tattoo, is responsible for the entire musical content of this demo. I say "fifteen" with shock and startlement because this CD is amazingly well-crafted abstract techno. No, it's not out of the realm of possibility for a fifteen year-old to assemble digital music at home on his computer. It's just that it sounds so rich, textured, complete -- this isn't some kid hanging around in the computer labs after school and biting "Come to Daddy" wholesale; this can stand alongside the likes of Aphex Twin, µ-Ziq and Squarepusher rather than coming across as a blatant copy. Daniel assembles all his own loops himself, creating his own samples, recording snippets of burbling guitar chords and distorted vocals that he merges seamlessly with a staggering variety of beats and rhythms. Moments like the marriage of loping hip-hop thumps and warmly echoing piano notes in "Raynham Hall" or the twitchy staccato static thuds and shivers of "In Ships Made of Gold" sound closer to the efforts of someone with fifteen years of experience in music than one with fifteen years of existence in life. This demo is something that could propel Anderson into the same echelon as Cex, Kid606 and some of the other up-and-coming names in Intelligent Dance Music. All things considered, and accounting for this musician's age, I find this one of the most unlikely gems to fall into our inbox in quite some time. Top honors for this month. (Nate Patrin)

 

 

 

DIMMERSWITCH: How Beautiful We Are EP

Swsmusic@mindspring.com

www.dimmerswitch.net

Dimmerswitch comes off as a dark and gloomy 80's pop band but with a 90's edge. The music on this EP is very reminiscent to that of the band Live. All the songs are full of clean and chime-like guitar sounds during the verses, but burst into edgy distortion during the chorus sections. The production values are top notch and are really shown off with the vocals. The overlap of dual vocal tracks sound spectacular. The tracks are distinct enough from each other so you can hear them both independently, while they compliment each other at the same time. There are two-standout songs, "Balance" and "Photosynthesis," but my biggest complaint is that all the songs on the EP sound too similar. The tracks are decent but too much of a good thing can leave you with an upset stomach. (mayerle)

 

 

 

DOWNRIGHT: Over The Line

Info@downrightband.com

www.downrightband.com

714-501-5546

Downright is just another metal band out of California. They have de-tuned their guitars and I think they may be angry. Downright wears their influences proudly on their sleeves. You can hear Metallica, Helmet, and Soundgarden all over their CD, “Over The Line.” The guitar intro to "Waking Up" is very similar to Testament's "The Ballad," which, I have to admit, is pretty cool. I couldn't get anything past track 4 to play on any CD player so this review is limited to those few tracks. The songwriting demonstrated here is, at times, average at best. And beyond those times, there is nothing special here. The musicianship is decent but not spectacular. Downright needs to develop their own style and sound, because listening to this album is not much better than hearing a decent cover band. (mayerle)

 

 

 

JAMIE GREEN: 5 Song CD

www.jamiegreenmusic.com

bananagrn@aol.com

818-985-0107

Wow.  What a voice.  This is modern R&B written by an attractive redhead with insightful lyrics, excellent polished production and yes, lots of hooks.  I detect a little Lisa Stansfield influence in Ms. Green's phrasing, but she has developed her own style.  According to her press, she's becoming quite successful, but hasn't got the big break from the majors yet.  With all the lame female artists crowding the airwaves, why the hell haven't they picked this lady up?  Top Honors.  (Dylan Ritalyn)

 

 

 

THE HAMPTONS: Lovers in Life

www.hamptons.org.uk

Lush, straight-up pop that really reminds me of the softer side of Badfinger. Yeah, the lyrics may be rather treacly (all 12 tunes are about love and "that girl"!!) and some of the synths may be a bit gooshy, but those are mere quibbles. The playing is ace and the Hollies-like harmony vocals are marvelous. Am I giving something away if I said this took me back to 1974? Highly recommended for anyone who remembers AM radio. Now what the hell ever happened to Sailcat? (SCIsadore)

 

 

 

THE JERRYS

MP3 Demos

jerry@itsthejerrys.com

www.itsthejerrys.com

It seems fairly clear that the Chicago based one-man-production The Jerrys, a self-described Brit-pop band, are (is) trying very hard to follow in the path of such bands as The Beatles, The Zombies, and Bad Finger.  At this point I have to say the result is more style than substance.  The Jerrys actually sound a lot like many of those American bands that hopped on the British Invasion bandwagon back in the 60's.  Their (his) heart seems to be in the right place, even if the music comes across more as Brit-pop shtick, rather than actual Brit-pop.  Superficially, this sounds pleasant enough, but I think they'd (he'd) do better to get some distance from their influences.  A nice alternate name for the band might be Pronoun Trouble. (Conrad Teves)

 

 

PHILIP KANE: Media Gurls EP

phil@kapps.demon.co.uk

Four self-loathing tracks about getting it, having it, losing it, and ultimately paying for it. This misogynistic mishmash pits Kane's Jeff Buckley-like vox against guitar pop, faux cabaret, pseudo-NIN, and bass drum/a capella music backings. According to the liner notes, this guy wants to apologize for the listening experience; I'm just trying to figure out if he'd rather be pissed-off or pissed-on. (SCIsadore)

 

 

 

MICK KUBIAK: Here Comes Spring

51 McDougal St, PMB #279, NY, NY, 10012

An interesting display of stylistic influences.  The first song is PJ Harvey.  The second is Alanis Morrisette.  The third is Guyville-era Liz Phair meets Sheryl Crow.  Yet another is Fiona Apple.  Admittedly, this is good stuff, and I really enjoyed this disc, with the exception of track four, which sounds like a Hole outtake (yech).  Decent production values, nice alterna-guitar tones, heck, even the front cover artwork is good, if slightly derivative.  And there's the rub -- it's derivative.  I hope next time Ms. Kubiak steps out from her mentor's shadows and shows some more originality.  Still, this disc is miles ahead of most of the others Demorama gets from female singer/songwriters.  Lots of potential here... (Dylan Ritalyn)

 

 

 

LINGO:  9 Song CD

www.lingorules.com

lingorocks@yahoo.com

612-822-3941

Terrifically recorded local hard rock disc.   Busy, busy, busy drumwork. Super-tight musicianship from the bassist and guitarist.  The first song features a Dokken-syle diminished-fifth guitar riff before it segues into a RHCP ripoff.  But what sets this band squarely in the "been there, done that, puked on the merch vendor" territory is the vocals.  Whoever told dude that he can sing?  Okay, I know from personal experience how difficult it is to find a decent hard-rock vocalist, but this guy just bugs.  Since when do male singers try to cop Courtney Love?  (Dylan Ritalyn)

 

 

 

LIQUID DAYDREAM: From a Drift to a Glide

PO Box 753, Wicasset, ME, 04578

Booking: 207-841-1246

www.liquiddaydream.com

cmuccino@clinic.net

This band is a strange bastard child cross between Pearl Jam and Candlestick. That's the line. Either you will like that sound, or you will not. Pearl Jam sound with Candlestick awkwardness. The singer guy sounds like Eddie Vedder before he learned how to growl. I would bet that he hears this all of the freaking time, and if I were him, it would annoy me to no end. The songs are Pearl Jam songs. The songs have the Pearl Jam guitar tricks. At one point, they put in an interlude which is an outtake of the beginning of "Ten" and then start "Even Flow," before changing it just enough to make it not "Even Flow." I have a theory about it. This album contains the songs that Pearl Jam wrote before they "broke." Somehow they were magically recorded using today's state of the art equipment, before there was a producer that said, "No, you shouldn't do that song, it's dumb." The sounds are good, but it's totally derivative.  But . . . This is where it gets tricky.  Is the band good? The answer is yes. This band is good. Their album is good. But goddammit it is derivative. Do you see the crux here? Do you see how this tears me up?

I really liked "Ten" when I was in high school. For a while there I would have bought an album of Eddie Vedder farting. In fact, I think I did. It's called Vitalogy. Anyway. When I started listening to this cd, and I wanted to hate it because it was totally derivative. Totally. And then another part of me says, but you can pretend can't you? Just pretend. Pretend that you found this long lost recording. Pretend that it's Pearl Jam. And so I did. And works on the same level for the same reasons that "Ten" worked. I'll loan this cd to my brother and tell him it sounds like Pearl Jam. And he'll probably like it too for the same reason. And he'll probably loan it to someone else and tell them the same thing. Liquid Daydream will probably be able to get away with it because it is good. Personally I would have liked to hear a talented and good band do something a little more original than add a harmonica part to Pearl Jam songs. (FosterW)

 

 

 

MARTHA'S KITCHEN: Women Trouble

www.marthaskitchenband.com

619-223-5309

theshrew@aol.com

Hey! Cool! A band with a gimmick! Once in a while the old lady Martha sets up a portable kitchen right on stage with the band and cooks quesadillas!

Oy. What to say, what to say. When I first started listening to "Women Trouble," I thought Martha's Kitchen might be a band that would be fun to see live after you've had a few too many beers, and in that inebriated state you'd think they're really great and you'd buy their CD as you stumble out the door only to put it in the player a couple days later (completely sober) and say, "What the HELL was I thinking?" But after listening (or barely tolerating, rather) a couple more songs on the CD, I can't even give them that. It's mostly the front man, the guitarist and singer Jerry "Hot Rod" DeMink. When he opens his mouth, Martha's Kitchen sucks ass. It's not just his voice, it's his attitude. From what I could gather from the music (and NOT the pages of info sent with the CD telling legendary tales of "Hot Rod" jumping on tables, dancing on bars, and doing a headstand and playing a solo at the same time) the band is trying to be a hard driving blues/R&B package. And there are a couple of decent songs on the CD. Those would be the ones "Hot Rod" isn't singing or tearing up the place with his guitar. DeMink is so busy trying to be "Hot Rod" that he seems to have forgotten about what it is to be a blues musician. It's one of those intangibles, I guess, impossible to describe, but anyone who really appreciates blues music can hear when somebody doesn't have it. When DeMink shouts to his "brothers" in the band in one of the songs, I burst out laughing, and it has nothing to do with the fact that Jerry is white and his band-mates are black -- he could have been shouting to an all-white cast of Eric Clapton, Kim Wilson, and Charlie Watts -- it was just that it sounded so bad coming from him, so insincere and glib. It's not the old lady Martha cooking onstage that's the gimmick after all. It's DeMink himself as the "Hot Rod." The man can play; sure he can play, but I'd have to say that Pat Boone sounds more legit doing his heavy metal covers. (Mike Mitchelson) 

 

 

 

MIGGS: Anyway

415-290-2463

miggs@selfishmusic.com

Miggs is a good pop/rock band with an ambitious plan to gain national exposure. I won't bore you with the details, other than to say I wouldn't be terribly surprised to see them get some of that exposure, because they are a good band and completely inoffensive to anyone's ears. They don't have an edgy sound that might drive away a producer looking for a really marketable band. They don't have any lyrics that might be difficult to grasp on the first listen, and they certainly don't do anything different. That would be a bad thing to do. Good luck, guys. (Mike Mitchelson)

 

 

 

MILO: Even If You Knew The Language

919-960-8829 or 919-967-7907

milo_music@hotmail.com

www.miloband.com

I am often stopped on the street by people who, when not asking me for change or a light, inquire with bright eyes and star-struck wonderment: "Nate, what is it like riding on the nuclear-powered superrocket of music journalism that is Demorama.com?" At that, I usually slip off my vintage '60s Italian sunglasses, tuck them into my right shirt pocket (never my pants; the lenses would be scratched by the keys to my '69 De Tomaso Mangusta) and grin my wide, knowing grin, making sure to show off the shiny gold fronts that spell out "NATE" in glittering, 128-karat diamonds. 

"Oh, it's great. I hang out with the jettest of the jet-set, my editor can kill people just by nudging their shoulder with a pinky finger, and what few enemies we have are easily dispatched by our indestructible army of breakdancing ninja robots." After spending a few silent minutes pondering such a lavish lifestyle with a mixture of awe and envy, they will then ask the question that sends the whole house of cards tumbling down: "You do live a life of fortune and fame, yes, but don't you have to listen to a lot of really uninspiring tripe?" At that, my heart staggers in my chest before slumping in defeat, knowing full well that my solid platinum bidet or my world's largest collection of orange 1977 genuine Qiana men's casual dress shirts will do nothing to subdue the emptiness inside that devours my soul and belches noisily every time I have to listen to a demo CD filled with indistinct indie rock. 

Case in point: Milo. I slip the CD into the 5,000-disc changer stereo unit that occupies a good corner of my massive penthouse living room and out of my 10-foot speakers come a mess of amorphous guitar non-chords and half-sung half-whimpered vocals that go nowhere, and not even fast; two of the five songs on "Even If You Knew The Language" lurch over the six-and-a-half minute mark, which is longer than it takes for my groundskeeper to finish trimming the Bob Mould-shaped hedge sculptures outside Demorama Corporate Headquarters. I suppose the musical style of this particular demo could be narrowed down to "emo" -- yes, I know I pick on this particular genre a lot, but it seems like the Hip Now Sound, and I have to deal with it very often. There is a definite competence to the playing, which I find admirable, but during a trip to Milan last week I had a moment of debate with a fellow Demorama writer -- Conrad, the one with the superpowered cybernetic arm made exclusively for him by Lockheed -- and after a long conversation peppered with words such as "cognoscenti" and  "zeitgeist" we came to the conclusion that even if the musicians are talented, it can't make up for the fact that this kind of music has all been done before, better, some eight years ago. Yes, my life as a demo reviewer is an extravagant one, but sometimes I stare absently out the window of the Demorama Rock Action Copter and wonder if it was worth having my lament "If I had a dollar for every time we got some boring Sunny Day Real Estate knockoff..." actually come true. (Nate Patrin)

 

 

 

PABLO: Bitches and Machines

pablo@sursumcorda.com

612-384-7202

There’s huge lots mucho good to say about “Bitches and Machines,” the dynamite sophomore effort from Minneapolis-based singer/songwriter Pablo. Pegged by some as a “Folk artist with a post-punk sensibility,” I prefer to describe Pablo as “Some guy with a guitar who, lyrically and experimentally, makes the rest of the CD’s currently in my CD player sound like shit. And I don’t listen to shit.” This CD grabbed my attention right from the start, when the ending to the initial track, “Rebecca,” made me laugh out loud with surprise at Pablo’s slyness. Track 9, “Seed Dude,” is hilarious filler. Other tracks such as the title track and “Firecracker” show his ability to craft a memorable tune or two. Also noteworthy here is the strong production, which highlights a creatively tracked and paced CD. But what impressed me the most about Pablo is his interesting lyrical work: “Rebecca/I never liked your name/That’s why I changed it for this song,” or “My father is a giant/I can provoke him…I know how to hurt him/But what profit is there in conquering the dead and dying.” Creative, unusual and eclectic, “Bitches and Machines” is a treat for sore ears. (Deneen Gannon)  

 

 

 

THE PRESERVATION SOCIETY: The Preservation Society.

mcguire9@msn.com

612-282-1565

I guess what they're trying to preserve is admirable: kinda late '60s-early '70s-style folk rock. Neil Young-ian vocals backed the Dead. The main problem is that the whole thing sounds so lifeless. Like each of these was the zillionth take or the drummer had a click track hard-wired to his cerebellum. The vacuum-packed made in the basement sound doesn't help much either. Go with the flow dudes, let the sunshine (or sun shine) in! Also, drop the phony "Capitol Records" logos or the guys from E.M.I. will be all over ya! (SCIsadore)

 

 

 

PUPPET: The 10-96 Chronicles

6591 Elmdale, Cleveland, OH, 44130

216-676-8247

216-832-4530

www.puppet1.com

You know how "boy bands" are prefabricated to appeal to a certain market segment? And there's the argument that some "hardcore bands" are prefabricated to appeal to the other market segment?  After these "prefabricated" bands have been exposed to the population through corporate controlled radio stations, there will be smaller groups in both categories that will spring up across the country. These 2nd and 3rd generation trend bands have probably assembled themselves as a "legitimate" group (meaning they didn't go to mass auditions hoping to have the right "look") but the music they play is exactly the same music, down to the breakdowns, because it worked for Blackhateparkmudicide or similarly for Ohcrazybacktown. It's a proven product. The only thing remaining is the deep corporate expense accounts to pay for the necessary media blitz to market it correctly.  But I know enough to know that the people in those groups have more or less put their heads into a noose. The deep corporate account is not being "given" to them. Only those in this game who are very wily and very clever will come out the other side with the cars and houses in the Hollywood Hills. The rest will have their asses worked off and when they are burnt and done, they will be paying off their advances for the rest of their lives.

I wrote all this because it concerns me. Puppet is probably one of those bands. If they haven't signed a "deal" of some sort or another they probably will be doing so soon. They want to be the most powerful heavy metal band of the new millennium. Good luck. The music is typical nu metal schlock, this time played by amateurs. Sci-fi quasi-religious dialogue loops attached to damn near techno drum beats and buzz saw (as in annoying) guitar sounds drone away while a very angry cookie monster yarrgls incomprehensibly into the microphone for vocals. Yawn. I've heard "core" bands doing similar tricks that have been able to keep my attention. Or at least not make me want to puke. Maybe they've only been playing their instruments for 6 months or something. That might at least clear things up. Otherwise . . . ummm . . . well . . . nice poster. I hope that they are paying for all of their marketing expenses up front. I hate to see people getting ripped off while the are reaching for the golden fleece. (FosterW)

 

 

 

SAMMIE AND THE CZECH MATES: Does She...?

Lube up because Sammie's here and his hymn, "Does She" could possibly be the catchiest song about butt sex ever. I blindly picked this demo to review and didn't catch on to the ass reference (brown star) on the cover until listening to the title song. It is sly enough to get stocked on the shelves of Wal Mart. At first I thought this was just a silly attempt at perverted humor, but then I remembered how many references my mainstream Dr. Dre CD's have to “ass fucking” and I, quite frankly, got excited. “Does She” is a simple 80's pop song ala The Cars. It has a great guitar melody and cool 80's synthesizer. The lyrics of the verses are also sung in that new wave, robotic style. Call me sick, but I found humor in lines like, "Go go Sammie go, rump riding in overdrive." This demo also includes another funny song called "Some Boys" which is about getting a bar of soap as a gift and learning how to be clean. Another nice touch is that the CD includes karaoke versions of both songs so you can sing along if you would like. Sammie didn't send any literature with his submission so I made an unsuccessful attempt to find more information about him on the internet. There is nothing phenomenal about the mysterious Sammie but maybe this display will help him get the ass he is looking for. (mayerle)

 

 

 

THE SCREWDRIVERS.

PO Box 135

Enfield, CT, 06083-0135

www.thescrewdrivers.com

Honest. Good. Rock. It's so nice to hear a band that doesn't make a lot of pretenses. This is what they are. Here is what they do. Good production. Technically proficient. Right on with the phrasing and tempos. Nice touches with the backing vocals. The music is familiar, but as you listen to it carefully, you'll be pleasantly surprised by the smooth complexity of the bass lines. The instrumentations come in with just the right touch. And they have a trick that other bands could learn. Their songs are not "all the same." It's the same band, even the same sounds, but the songs are different. Third song, "Me on top" sports some of the more brilliant lo-fi production ideas that I've heard on any album in a long long time. You just have to hear it.

So here's what it is. Pounding drummer. Talented bass player. Good guitar player. Nice touches with the occasional additional instrument. Excellent singer and motivated songwriting. Honest. Good. Rock. I'm keeping this one, and you should get a copy too.  (FosterW)

 

 

 

SURGERY 7

online submission

http://www.mp3.com/surgery7

Well, it's industrial techno stuff. Suffice it to say that it is not a genre I am well-versed in, aside from some Meat Beat Manifesto fandom and the inclusion of Nine Inch Nails' "Sin" in a recent "Best of 1989" comp I burned a while ago. From what I can tell, this stuff is par for the course, if a bit less polished. But here's the thing: last month I got Section 8 and Planet 69. This month I get Surgery 7. I am starting to wonder if band names are becoming like aol.com e-mail addresses, always demanding a number after the name. It has also led me to consider a possible comparison to a host of other bands.

HEAVEN 17: Shares a preoccupation with syntho-sounds and vague political statements. I can only assume that Surgery 7, like Heaven 17, has no need for a Groove Thing of a Fascist variety.

BLINK 182: Supposedly not as ca-ca-oriented, though the band's e-mail to us said in a remarkably non-sequitorial fashion that "As a matter of fact -- this is your underwear I'm wearing! hahaha" which sounds appropriately juvenile.

SUM 41: Seems to share this band's concern with "conformity." In this case, it's more growled than pop-punk tra-la-la'd.

SPACEMEN 3: Not really psychedelic enough. There's more of a murky, brooding, fatalistic, suicide-preoccupied... dare I say it, gothic mood to it.

MC5: Has a similar appreciation for the word "fuck," but not much else.

FRONT 242: BINGO. There you go -- Surgery 7 is not unlike Front 242, give or take about 235. And probably some talent and production skills and such. Ain't numerology fun? Ain't I lazy? Answer to both: yes. (Nate Patrin)

 

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