Pushmonkey combine Rage ATM guitar, Faith No More bass, strong, emotional lead vocals, and Van Halenish choruses to form a volatile, yet radio-friendly sound.
If pissed and pissed-off limeys with stripper fixations drunk on lousy Helmet records turn yer crank, then Groop Dogdrill is probably yer favorite band.
Although Conduct is a somewhat more plugged-in affair than their previous disc, Pardon My French, the rockier moments lack the thrust of macho metallurgy.
The lively, personable piano takes a flying leap into the musical primelight, dancing audacious circles around its player’s flagrantly uncooperative lyrics.
Treiops Treyfid was in a band I’ve never heard of (Pitchblende), but has friends in bands I have heard of (Tsunami, Delta 72, Air Miami, New Wet Kojak).
Evan Dando’s poppy platitudes to drugs, homosexuality, and other grungeisms have been culled from four saccharine albums and a handful of singles and EPs.
Obsessive fans of one or more of the artists should enjoy this agreeable exercise in pointlessness. The rest of us: wave politely, no flash photography.