If you want the ’70s with a ’90s upgrade, opt for Foreskin 500. If you want some ’90s bands doing ’70s music, think Big Chief and Uncle Joe’s Big Ol’ Driver.
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.