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Buns of Steel

The Oklahomos are a southern rock band headed by a fat, egotistical bully that we all know and love. He can’t sing (Looney please don’t punch me) but his scream is vicious, as are the bass lines and crunchy riffs that make up the four-song release appropriately titled Buns of Steel.

With song titles like Satan’s Onion Ring, Looney and the gang humorously blend demented bits of rock-a-billy fervor with backporch anthems and cock-rock fury. The demo doesn’t really do their live set any justice, but it definitely gives you a taste of what these guys are cookin’. The guitar and bass work is tight, with a succinct southern draw, while Looney’s nightmarish cry often brews silent during a song’s country-esque, knee-slapping intro before abruptly bursting at devilish pitches that ring gaudily loud and piss in the face of anything nice and ambient. This kind of music is all too necessary in a town where many poofy-prancin’ artists have forgotten how to rock. Go see the Oklahomos. You’ll get a kick out of the band and you might even find yourself pumping you’re fist to the sounds of these twisted, anthemic stoner showmen—I did. -Smitty


Its 1989 again. Skinny Puppy, MOEV, KMFDM, Cris and Cosey and Ministry rule the dark, drug-soaked interiors of the discos and the minds of the lost and confused swaying apathetically to the computerized melodies of a collectively imagined Hell. Nine Inch Nails and Depeche Mode make a bid for the throne and when the dust from the ensuing war amongst the fallen and dirty angels settles, Lust Murder box stands alone, a fragile, delicate seraph coated in dust and ash at their head.

A local studio 4-piece, Lust Murder box have taken every Industrial/Goth clich from the last twenty years, thrown them into a hell-fire fueled kiln, reworked them slightly and given them to a cute/depressed chick to sing. The songs all feel familiar, and after a few listens, it is apparent that the band wears their influences on their black, metal-studded sleeves.

Despite the utter lack of forward thinking, this full-length release is eminently listenable; the production is as good as any Marilyn Manson recording, and the melodies and interplay between electronic and organic instruments are enough to keep interest piqued throughout the thirty minute, 9 track CD. The lyrics are accessible through the bands web-site http://www.lustmurderbox.com , and, unlike the lyrical content of many bands of this nature, are actually decent. It's dark, post adolescent poetry worthy of a club-footed Edgar Allen Poe, sure, but it manages to be brooding and despairing without being pretentious.

Not quite the Marriage of Heaven and Hell, but a good copy. -Trevor Wallace

green leaf, secret alphabetsGreenleaf
Secret Alphabets

Small Stone Records

With Secret Alphabets, members of both Dozer and Demoncleaner offer their second record under the appropriately named Greenleaf and when the thick smoke clears, these rock-revved Swedes leave your bong water brown and remind us that the riff-based crunch of the 70’s should never die. Yes, this is stoner rock kiddos and Greenleaf do it without the seeds and stems.

There are some moments of groovy organ effects and digital sound inserts but overall the shred and dredge guitar fuzz of Daniel Jansson and Tommi Holappa tightly holds down this record. On the fourth track, Never Right, lead vocalist Fredrik Nordin howls about his lover with Ozzy-esque tones while the rest of the band rips in Sabbath fashion themselves, leaving no question as to which decade they would crown as king. The psychedelic blends and beefy leads on The Spectre are illuminating sounds for your smoke-filled cranium, while the bluesy riffage and gritty vocals on Black Black Magic make you want to quit your day job and wear bell bottoms just because it’s the cool fucking thing to do.

Any Kiss/Nugent/Cooper will give this one the appropriate rock-out-with-your-cock-out nod and if you’re into newer acts like Kyuss, Queens of the Stoneage or Dixie Witch, you should definitely load one of Greeleaf’s records into your pipe and smoke it. This bong rock five piece from Sweden won’t disappoint. -Smitty

The Sleepwalkers
Clocks & Calendars

Trust Issue Records (2003)

The Sleepwalkers are an odd band. Though impossible to categorize, the easiest way to describe them is as the hulking homunculus issue resulting from the alchemical marriage of the Velvet Underground, Talking Heads and Syd Barrett. Work with that.

With the new record, Clocks and Calendars, former Ringling Bros. clown, Aaron Tucker—along with former librarian Alan Gill on lead guitar, Tom Bombara on bass and Ric Furley on drums—again bends genres and breaks barriers with the same glee as a bratty child wantonly destroying a sibling’s most cherished plaything. From the opening hillbilly stomp of “Awkward,” Clocks and Calendars is thrill ride across the entirety of the rock ‘n’ roll landscape with frequent stops at various points along the way, allowing the listener to fully appreciate the sonic view.

The country/folk element of the band is at the forefront this time around. The quieter moments act as hostels where the listener can sit and appreciate the beauty around him or her before again boarding the rock ‘n’ roll rollercoaster and enjoying a noisy, guitar-screeching rocker. And the freak show is never far away.

So, come aboard. A splendid time is guaranteed for all. –Trevor Wallace


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