
I don’t want to have to wait another 20 years to see them again!

This is LA, not Boston – X shows us how the West Coast does it.

My second trip to Danger Danger Gallery was quite unlike the first.

Mould’s new material sits comfortably beside Sugar and Hüsker Dü classics in the live setting.

The Dolls failed to take advantage of their brief momentum by dulling the temperament of the crowd with what seemed like an endless amount of songs from their last album.
Five or six teenaged thugs beat him senseless on a Maryland street near his home, causing three facial fractures, two broken bones, and a broken nose which required four-and-a-half hours of surgery to repair, requiring the insertion of five metal plates in his face and braces for his teeth. Ouch. Needless to say, a liquid diet ensued. Please help with his expenses!

The band that almost makes Boredoms sound mellow by comparison returns with another aural assault, their first album of new material in four years – now with added theremin!

Opening with “We are the One”, they hurled one grenade after another in the forms of “Car Crash,” “I Believe in Me,” “Open Your Eyes” and others.

They were hooting, hollering, singing along and even DANCING to all the songs. It was no mere pose and without pretension, but rather pure, unadulterated joy!
Thirty years after these British punk pioneers pressed a stun gun to rock’s sagging bottom, The Damned remain electric.