Zany Clark Griswold drags his lovely wife and two kids (played by, um, some new kids), off to Vegas for another two fun-filled hours of Ghastly Griswold Tales.
A hardcore band with metal leanings, the riffs (with whammy bar tricks and soloing tidbits) drag Stigmata into the mud with the rest of the keep-at-it-guys.
Four fresh-faced punks from CT with 16-song release with a lot of good stuff on it. The punkpop lessons of the Epitaph/Fat roster, filtered through Beach Boys.
Upbeat tunes meet moody lyrics about romantic disappointment delivered in a featherweight voice that keeps slipping into a high register without warning.
It opens with a voodoo ritual in Puritan Salem where there’s a flash of nubile breasts and buttocks, and Winona Ryder killing a chicken and drinking its blood.
Their second album, Ripe, is packed with Skavoovie’s swinging, raucously melodic brand of ska, but with an element their debut, Fat Footin’, lacked – maturity.