Six Songs We’re Listening To This Week Because We Didn’t See the Northern Lights, Again

Do you guys also feel like there is just way too much music coming out nowadays? Lucky for you, we’re here to pick a handful of new releases every week and spoon-feed them to you in a handy-dandy playlist. Now you have no excuse for listening to the same dozen songs since 2004.

The Linda Lindas “No Obligation”

Sometimes some angry garage punk about being fucking pissed off at some idiot just really does the trick. The Linda Lindas are here to deliver that exact order with the title track from their second full length album “No Obligation.” Coming in at just two minutes long, this song is the perfect rager (with all-around impressive musical performances) to play while screaming into a pillow and burning a bunch of old photos because, as they so aptly note, who cares ‘bout their validation?

Chat Pile “Frownland”

Self-described “slacker Okies” Chat Pile is making some of the most exciting music in the underground scene right now, though it’s hard to call them “underground” still when their previous release got them on a Pitchfork best-of list. We’re here to put them on a much less reputable but also less annoying list of our own with their new LP “Cool World.” “Frownland” offers an oppressively heavy soundscape that never ventures into plodding or cliché and has us donning our official Hard Times stank faces.

Zeta “Privilege”

If you have not heard of Venezuelan post-rock outfit Zeta, this needs to be remedied immediately. Their most recent single “Privilege” is an intoxicating mix of atmospheric vocals and production, their signature polyrhythmic drums, and an undeniable angst that make it irresistible to any sad fucks out there who want to spice up their old playlist. Blast this one when you and your significant other are having an argument on the balcony during a lightning storm.

Thirdface “Midian”

One of our contributors described Nashville outfit Thirdface as the “most underrated group in hardcore” and after listening to “Midian,” we are inclined to agree. Do you like Botch but wish the vocals were somehow more insane? Are you going to the SPY/Full of Hell/Better Lovers tour? Then you need to be making yourself infinitely cooler and listening to Thirdface’s next album when it drops in November. That’s an order.

The Barbarians of California “Dopamine Prophecy”

A new heavy metal side project by AWOLNATION frontman Aaron Bruno, called The Barbarians of California, recently released their debut LP and holy cow, it’s really good. “Dopamine Prophecy” alternates between frantic, tortured, and wrathful vocals, with the backing instrumentation expertly oscillating tempos as well. This whole album has us very excited about what utterly panicked, brutal shit they will cook up next.

Gacharic Spin “SPEED GAME”

Japanese pop-rock group Gacharic Spin has been cranking out crazy jazzy fusion jams since the early Obama administration, and they show no signs of stopping with their newest album “Feast.” Think of “SPEED GAME” as a CASIOPEA track on salvia. When you eventually wind up in purgatory for writing Primus fanfiction, this is what the soundtrack to Mario Kart is gonna sound like down there. Sold yet?

If you liked these selections and want dozens more, check out the full playlist with more songs added every week:

Opinion: Show Me in the HOA Laws and Regulations Guide Where It Says I Can’t Hang “Audition” Themed Halloween Decorations Outside My House

OK, when I decided to buy a home in this community, I thought I’d enjoy a little bit of freedom in how I express myself on my own goddamn property. However, this ever-present policing over the decisions I make has gotten a little ridiculous, and since you’re holding the HOA Laws and Regulations in your hands right now, why don’t you show me the rule that specifically prohibits me from hanging “Audition” themed Halloween decorations outside my house? I’ll wait.

Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now why don’t you be a good little board member and kindly excuse yourself from my front yard?

What do you mean by “gratuitous and needlessly violent imagery” anyway? I’ve noticed you haven’t been pestering Bill Holdsworth over his headless horseman display, so why should you have a problem with my footless, near-naked man on all fours eagerly lapping up a bowl of fresh vomit? Talk about a double standard. And feel free to measure the height and width; I was pretty meticulous about staying within regulation there.

Oh, you’re not even going to bother? So you’re here to harass me about the rules you think I’ve violated and you’re not even willing to part with a single word of praise for the ones I’ve followed? You know what? I think you just have it out for me. Well, I’m not budging. Sue me.
Actually, please don’t sue me.

Don’t touch that Gigli saw! If you were on my lawn to admire and not admonish, I’d let you inspect more closely, but you’re clearly here in bad faith. And yes, it’s very sharp and hanging directly in the path of oncoming trick-or-treaters. Halloween is supposed to be scary. That’s the point! Haven’t you ever been to a haunted house?

OK, I’ll concede that the pre-recorded sounds of somebody groaning in impotent agony as needles are inserted under his eyes don’t need to stay on after 11PM. I’m big enough to admit that I didn’t think that one through, so we can find a compromise there. The bloody, detached foot stays, though. I don’t care how “shockingly vile and utterly lacking in taste” you think it is. That’s just your opinion, and it’s a poor one that’s been expressed rather rudely, at that.

And yes, not like it’s any of your business, but the dead dog is real. At least it’s taxidermied. I learned my lesson from last year’s “Gummo” display. Are we done here? You appear pretty determined to continue this absurd witch hunt, and I need to finish tweaking the flapping mechanism on this severed tongue. I guess we can continue this discussion at my disciplinary hearing. Same time and place as last year?

JNCO Warns US Strategic Denim Reserve Could Be Depleted If Nu Metal Revival Intensifies

LOS ANGELES — Garment company JNCO says renewed interest in their extra-wide legged jeans could result in a devastating shortage of denim, wallet-chain wearing sources confirm.

“We haven’t seen orders like this since the late ‘90s,” said JNCO VP of sales Richard Turnbull. “There was a time when it looked like we’d have to close our doors, but suddenly Gen Z discovered System of a Down and we’ve been going gangbusters ever since. Now we’re on the verge of running out of material as our signature pants require 20 times the amount of denim per unit as a regular pair of jeans. The federal government has complied with our request to tap into the Strategic Denim Reserve, which was established to mitigate such disruptions or shortages. It’s certainly helping, but will it be enough to satisfy demand?”

22-year old nu metal fan Alexis Domingo says she’ll be devastated if JNCOs become impossible to get.

“I’m not going to buy Temu knock-offs—I want the real thing,” said Domingo while binge-watching camcorder videos of ‘90s skaters in huge jeans. “I see some chumps buying Kevin Smith pants from big and tall stores and cinching their belts super tight, but it’s not the same. It looks like shit and comes off as desperate. I’m saving up to get my first JNCOs soon. But now I’m hearing rumors about shortages and denim rationing. I just can’t show up to a Korn show in skinny jeans.”

Department of Commerce Press Secretary Charlie Andrews stresses the importance of the US maintaining primacy in the global denim market.

“Since the invention of the humble blue jean, domestic denim manufacturing has been intrinsically linked to the United States’ identity as the vanguard of freedom itself,” said Andrews. “Jeans are an indelible symbol of America’s spirit of individualism and liberty. While the federal government does not condone the attitudes expressed in so-called ‘nu metal’ music, we cannot deny the genre’s uniquely American expression of fierce independence. Rest assured, we will be subsidizing increased denim production to ensure the reserve is not exhausted. God help us all if China steps in and gets a foothold in the giant jeans market. ”

At press time, Domingo had finally acquired a pair of JNCOs, but was reportedly ejected from a Limp Bizkit concert after using the pants to smuggle several cartoonishly-long hoagies and a three-foot bong into the venue.

9 Ways To Ask Your Super To Fill Your Holes That Don’t Sound Like What I Just Said

So it finally happened, huh? There’s a hole in your apartment. Wall, sink, tub, floor, it could be any of these options – yet they all leave you with the same groveling request: Will you fill my hole? Simply mortifying. Similar to the previous predicament, you could have any sort of super since they all boil down to: A person you would never want to beg to fill your holes. It’s something us renters all have the potential to face, yet we simply haven’t put in the work to expand the lexicon for the sake of our collective embarrassment.

I’m here to forge a new path. Or suggest some options that might feel more appropriate to you next time you come face-to-face with a hole. Below are 10 ways to ask your super to fill your holes that don’t sound like what I just said.

SOS! The mouse doors are ajar.
This is great if you have a mouse running around the house. It’s urgent, clear, and somewhat mysterious…conjuring adorable images of a tiny crime scene, and more importantly nothing sexy.

Are you free to permeate the empty parts?
This is a display of edging. Riding the line between erotic and technical. If you do want to flirt with your super, but don’t want to be too crass, this might be a perfect pick for you.

I need help overflowing the shapes in my walls
The perfect option for our architects, engineers, and plumbers. Artistic yet practical.

I don’t think Courtney Love would condone this kind of Hole. You free to come up and jam?
This would be ideal if you had a very chill and punk super.

Can you patch up the abstract wall art my boyfriend made?

We’ve all been there ladies: Dated a guy who punched holes in drywall. Sick bruh. Here’s an option that makes it feel a little cooler, might even lessen the pain of the reality that you have to break up with him, but that’s next problem. For now you just want to communicate to the super that you have a boyfriend.

I need you to penetrate the void.

A philosophically sexual statement that begs all kinds of questions. Like, a lot of questions and maybe some problems as well.

Can you top off the empties?
A great option for our service workers out there! Maybe you could even start calling your super ‘chef’ just to spice things up.

The house has been injured. Scalpel?
Another career specific option that sanitizes the ask.

I beg of you to mend the patches of my home.
Desperate, but oh so whimsical it almost doesn’t matter. This is a good option if you’re a renter looking to feel like a trad-wife writing in her secret diary.

I hope that one of these options can lessen the blow of your hole requests. You’re not alone in this. Just because you’ve found a hole doesn’t mean you can’t report it in your own way and on your own terms, no matter how confused your super may become.

Lifelong Metalhead Enters Third Consecutive Decade of People Assuming He Listens to Rammstein

BOULDER, Colo. — Local metalhead Theo Cordin entered the third consecutive decade of his friends and family assuming he was a fan of German Neue Deutsche Härte band Rammstein, annoyed sources confirmed.

“Yeah, dude, I fucking love metal,” the 46-year-old confirmed. “I got really into thrash when I was a kid, and then I heard Dismember’s ‘Like an Everflowing Stream’ for the first time when I was in middle school, and I’ve been a huge fan of death metal ever since. At no point have I ever listened to Rammstein, but try telling that to everyone else in my life. Just last night a drunk guy started singing that stupid-ass ‘Du Hast’ song at me in a bar when he saw my Obituary shirt. At this point, I just smile and nod when shit like that happens. Trust me, there’s nothing to gain by explaining why being a metalhead doesn’t automatically mean I listen to some German techno band.”

Cordin’s longtime friend Carl Bergquist commented on the situation.

“I’ve known Theo since we were in second grade, and he started wearing black shirts with skulls on them and growing out his hair soon after,” Bergquist noted. “I don’t really listen to stuff like that, but I’ll try to put on Rammstein in the car for him when we’re hanging out, or show him clips of contestants singing ‘Let the Bodies Hit the Floor’ on American Idol. He’ll smile and nod at me, so I can definitely tell he appreciates it. It’s nice to know that I have a common interest with a lifelong friend.”

Sociologist Andrea Marquez explained that members of music subcultures are often mistaken for fans of unassociated bands.

“This is an extremely common complaint amongst members of specific sects,” Marquez confirmed. “Crust punks will receive blink-182 albums as gifts from well-meaning family members, and people will try to relate to their trad goth friends by talking about Evanescence. It can be alienating being the only person in your community who’s a fan of a specific type of music, which is exacerbated by gestures like this. Loved ones who do this definitely have their hearts in the right place, but it would probably be best if they refrained from mentioning music in general.”

At press time, Cordin suffered a breakdown after his mother bought him a ticket to an upcoming Breaking Benjamin concert.

Photo by Phil Smolinski

Nostalgia Bait? My Dad is Dating a Girl I Went to High School With

Remember the good ol’ days of the early 2000s, when we were blissfully ignorant of social media and the internet was barely out of its infancy? Well, the universe has a cruel sense of humor. I always thought the most shocking post-divorce news about my father would be a new car or, at worst, a questionable tattoo. Instead, I was blindsided by the revelation that he’s dating Melissa Costa—a girl I went to high school with. Yes, that Melissa—the one who had a meltdown at prom because her date got drunk and threw up during “Hey Ya!” Why is everyone so obsessed with nostalgia?!

It’s wild how online culture feeds us nostalgia bait for clicks, but witnessing it in real life? That’s a whole new level of gross. My dad, who just bought a pair of JNCOs, is living out this trend like he’s a photo of the Hamburger Jail at McDonald’s. I’m not sure whether to laugh or hide under the couch. Nostalgia isn’t just a marketing ploy anymore; it’s infiltrating my family dynamics.

In an effort to relive his high school days he accidentally started reliving mine! He’s telling stories to Melissa about that time he drove the both of us to a Linkin Park concert or how he let us stay up late for a Buffy marathon. Watching him try to impress her with tales of flip phones and mixtapes is like witnessing a boomer shitposting Facebook group about streetlights and hose water.

Melissa, of course, is fully aware of what she’s doing—casually referencing “The O.C.” and showing off her “Toxic” choreography. It’s like she’s trying to recreate our teenage years, except now, instead of gossiping in the cafeteria, she’s sipping Chardonnay with my dad while watching TRL clips on YouTube. She even has him reminiscing about nights at Sit-Down Pizza Hut, drinking soda from red plastic cups like they’re starring in some warped ad for an era we should’ve left behind.

So here we are, stuck in a bizarre generational loop where my dad is dating my former classmate, desperately trying to resurrect the glory days of my youth. While I scroll through social media and roll my eyes at posts about Tamagotchis, wood paneling, Winamp, and yellow Wendy’s: nothing could prepare me for the day my dad turned into a walking, talking meme for the early-aughts.

Man Completely Blindsided by Recurring Phone Bill

ALLENTOWN, Pa. — Local man Dan McKellan was dealt a major personal finance blow after being completely blindsided by his recurring phone bill, sources close to the broke man confirmed.

“I just fucking gave Verizon money last month, and now they want more? And here I was thinking I can finally catch a break after paying off those bloodsuckers at the power company again. I’ve already paid my phone bill at least six or seven times before! They must have nothing else better to do than gouge me,” said McKellan. “If they’re hounding me for $100 now, what’s stopping them from sending me another bill next month? I don’t even make phone calls so if anything they should be paying me to use their shitty internet, especially since I’m just barely getting by. That’s corporate fascism for you.”

McKellen didn’t hold back his rage against Verizon’s customer service department.

“I was confused at first, because I thought he was either messing with me or just suffering from short-term memory loss. But he was indeed calling to complain about a bill he’s received every month for the past five years,” said customer service rep Nancy Paulson. “To his credit, we do send the next bill like a day after you pay the current one but that’s to keep customers on their toes, stressful as that may be. I did offer to take $5 off his payment if he switched to paperless billing and he threatened to burn my house down. I don’t get paid enough for this shit.”

Financial planning experts noted that Americans need to adjust to living with an influx of bills.

“It used to be that one would only need to worry about utilities, phone, and cable bills. But with multi-tier internet and subscription services becoming the norm, I’ve estimated the average person receives a billing notification every 36 hours. And a constant barrage of bills and notifications of increasing fees is guaranteed to drive anyone insane, so we mentally block them out,” said Henry Quan. “The best way to mitigate bills is to share logins and passwords, use your work computer for personal use, and if anyone wants to talk with you, make them do it face to face.”

As of press time, McKellan was distressed to receive another unforeseen bill but was relieved to find it was just his overdue credit card statement and threw it in the trash.

Real Life Frank Grimes? This Millennial Has Worked Hard His Entire Life and Has Literally Nothing To Show for It!

There are few television shows among millennials that resonate as much as “The Simpsons,” and we all have somebody in our lives who spent their formative years watching syndicated reruns every weekday. However, while most millennials have been content with quoting classic episodes or doing the occasional Mr. Burns impression, one man has taken his presumed fandom to a whole new level by modeling his entire life after one of the show’s characters.

Pretty cool!

Meet 37-year-old Brian Symanski of Bedford, Indiana, who’s currently in a perpetual impression of one of Springfield’s most iconic one-off citizens, Frank Grimes. Brian took the advice of every adult in his life and pursued a career path he was passionate about, majoring in Communications at Purdue University with the mistaken understanding that the degree would help him in the job market. The result has been decades of toil with a yield of absolutely nothing, exactly like Frank Grimes!

Wow! If that’s not a dedicated fan, I don’t know what is!

After completing his degree, Brian decided he wanted to go to law school. However, despite stellar undergraduate grades and an impressive LSAT score, he realized he couldn’t afford to continue his education. As a result, Brian now works as an administrative assistant at a local distribution center. What’s more, the crippling student loan debt he incurred sixteen years ago (the interest of which his monthly payment doesn’t even cover) coupled with high costs of living, have recently forced Brian to take on a second job working nights in a nearby foundry. Now, who does that remind you of?

As if this likeness couldn’t be more uncanny, while at the day job for which he is grossly overqualified and insultingly underpaid, Brian regularly encounters far less competent coworkers who routinely rise above his rank due to both nepotism and the sheer oversight of his superiors. The ineptitude of one colleague in particular regularly causes more work for Brian, and his repeated attempts to call attention to this injustice are met with exasperated indifference from his boss. Looks like someone found his own personal Homer Simpson. Brian must be the envy of fans everywhere!

We suppose it’s only a matter of time before the crushing weight and hopelessness of the utter hellscape we all occupy gets the better of Brian and he snaps, in true Grimesean fashion. Let’s just hope he’s not near any high voltage equipment when it happens!

Murder by Death Celebrates 1,000,000th Metal Fan Disappointed

LOUISVILLE, Ky. — Cult Americana legends Murder by Death are celebrating a unique milestone by officially disappointing one million metalheads who were enticed by their brutal band name, according to a press release.

“We in Murder by Death always knew that by sticking together we could achieve the monumental landmark of bumming out one million metalheads who made assumptions about us based on our name,” said frontman Adam Turla, who is rumored to be converting the band’s practice space into a craft bourbon distillery. “We feel a surge of pride every time some grindcore teen puts on a song like ‘Shiola’ and sits there waiting for the chugging 7-string guitars and double kick to enter. Surprise, surprise–they never do. All you’re getting is acoustic guitar and spiritual anguish. So tonight, we’ll knock back some whiskey sours to celebrate. Tomorrow, we begin the climb to two million.”

The one-millionth metalhead to give Murder by Death a shot articulated his confusion over the band’s goals.

“I just don’t get it. Both nouns in their band name reference killing, yet there are no growls, or Boss HM-2s, or blast beats. You’ve got to be a bunch of sick fucks to bamboozle innocent music fans who just want to rock out to tales of depraved homicide,” declared Tanner Hancock, who was recently suspended from school for yelling “FUCKING SLAYER!” in a guidance counselor’s face. “This whole process has taught me a lot about making assumptions. Now I’ll continue to make assumptions and sue any time they are not met. I’m talking with lawyers who think we may have a strong class action lawsuit case on our hands.”

Music industry veterans emphasized the importance of setting expectations with your band’s name and imagery.

“Murder by Death came up in a time where artist names ceased to matter, so it made sense to change their name from the very suitable Little Joe Gould to their baffling current moniker,” said Janine Sanford, head of A&R for Capitol Records. “You had grind bands called stupid shit like The Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza. And now we see rappers call themselves Lil Baby. So I have no advice for bands anymore. Words mean nothing. My job is irrelevant. I should have gone into nursing.”

As of press time, Hancock’s case has been thrown out, as he was reportedly overheard saying that songs off Murder by Death’s 2008 album Red of Tooth & Claw “actually go pretty hard.”

Photo by Puramyun31.

Ten Underrated Albums From 1999 That Could Have Saved Woodstock ‘99

Ah, the 1900s! A time before Spotify, YouTube, smartphones, and daily school shootings. A simpler time. A more innocent time! Anyway, let’s get to the last year with “19” at the forefront: 1999 is SO much more than a Prince reference, and was quite a year for rock, roll, heart, and soul outside of the nu metal and boy band movement that took over TRL. We attempted to list the top ten most underrated albums from 1999, and before you yell at us in the comments for being brilliant, albums such as Saves the Day’s “Through Being Cool,” Jimmy Eat World’s “Clarity,” AFI’s “Black Sails in the Sunset,” The Ataris’ “Blue Skies, Broken Hearts… Next 12 Exits,” and other obvious entries are disqualified from mention here; you’re not bigger than this, not better, why can’t you learn?

The Aquabats “The Aquabats! vs. the Floating Eye of Death!”

You know that an album is an extremely serious venture when the band’s actual name is in its title, but Huntington Beach, California’s The Aquabats wouldn’t have it any other way. It has been said that the mid-’90s ska-punk trend effectively died by the end of the ‘90s, and bands associated with porkpie hats and checkerboard slip-ons “needed” to ditch the upstrokes and horns, and embrace more keyboards and outside genre influences. Well, The Aquabats did this in style and a weird as hell unconventional by definition fashion with their third full-length studio album “The Aquabats! Vs. the Floating Eye of Death!” and basically created the best Devo album that the legendary Akron, Ohio band never made. The band would never be the same again with each follow up in the 2000s that distanced themselves more and more from the lampooned “ska” word. Hello, goodnight; sequence erase!

Chevelle “Point No. 1”

Point No. 1: You may give us crap for including Chevelle in this underrated album piece, but the band effectively is a more straightforward version of Tool with much shorter songs, and they do know how to rock. That is not a joke. Point No. 2: Send the pain below if you disagree. Yeah. When a casual rock fan thinks of the Chicago familial three-piece they usually don’t go any further back then the band’s monster radio hit “The Red,” from their major label debut album and sophomore release “Wonder What’s Next,” but the group’s first effort “Point No. 1” deserves your time and attention as well. If you want a further selling point, the record was produced by Steve Albini, and you love the late producer, we all do. In closing, Chicago is so twenty-five years ago.

The Donnas “Get Skintight!”

And now we’re at the point in this piece wherein we wax poetic about the first of two records that would TOTALLY be canceled in 2024: Palo Alto, California’s The Donnas’ third full-length studio album “Get Skintight!” contains a song called “I Wouldn’t Like You Anyway,” and said composition contains this nursery rhyme-esque line, “You thought I would be broken hearted. Maybe I would if you weren’t so retarded!” Different times, different times. More on that later. Well, let’s get to why we included this album here: The Donnas truly came into their own as a hard rock, and not just punk, powerhouse here, which set them up for one more high quality indie release with Lookout! Records, “The Donnas Turn 21,” and eventual mainstream success with “Take It Off” from their major label debut, “Spend the Night”. So, get skintight, and more importantly, get out of my room.

Edna’s Goldfish “The Elements of Transition”

Like we mentioned above, many ska acts tried to distance themselves from the genre around ‘98 and ‘99, and a band called Edna’s Goldfish that you may have never heard of unless you’re a hep hepcat kind of did such by creating one of the better ska-punk/ska-adjacent “The Elements of Transition.” The title is quite an accurate representation of the sophomore full-length studio record in full, even though their debut “Before You Knew Better” was forward thinking and quite vibrant as well. Sadly, “The Elements of Transition” was the Long Island, New York band’s last release before their split just one year later. Happily, the band went on to reunite a few times over the next decade, so we are crossing our fingers for at least one more show or four more days in November.

Farside “The Monroe Doctrine”

Yes, we know, Rage Against the Machine’s Zach de la Rocha played guitar for a short time for Orange County, California’s Farside, but the band deserves much more notoriety for their actual songs, albums, and contributions to the scene at large. Revelation Records is easily one of the more important rock record labels of all time, but for some reason or another, Farside doesn’t get mentioned in the same breath as labelmates Texas is the Reason, Gorilla Biscuits, Youth of Today, and Quicksand. Obviously, we’re here to change that with the mention of Farside’s final record “The Monroe Doctrine,” and we have just one question for you, “What the hell is melodic hardcore anyway?” The world may never know, but it’s definitely better than crying. Also, what’s not to like about a singer named Michael Vogelsang who also goes by “Popeye,” and a band with a song called “Liz Hurley”?

Limp “Guitarded”

Alex, we’ll take an album title that could not exist in 2024 for twenty-four hundred and four dollars, please: San Francisco Bay Area, California’s Limp’s, wait for it, wait for it, “Guitarded”. Now reentering the studio like The Donnas’ more than dated “retarded” reference above, Limp doubled down on offensive depravity with its WTF wheelchair album cover that shouldn’t have been made last century, let alone today… but here we are in 2024 still talking about it. Still, not too many people today discuss any Limp act without the Bizkit, and “Guitarded,” let alone Limp’s entire catalog is WAY too slept on for its own good. Take more than ten minutes to downtown, and enjoy their second of two full-length studio albums for Honest Don’s Records, a subsidiary of Fat Mike of NOFX’s Fat Wreck Chords. Or don’t, poser.

MU330 “Self-Titled”

Even though MU330’s fourth full-length studio album “Crab Rangoon” is admittedly our favorite release from the multi-genre, and yes, ska-adjacent St. Louis, Missouri band, their fifth and self-titled album sits proudly in the silver medal position as a close second, and it came out in 1999, so that explains why we’re squabbling along about it here. It also has to be said that MU330’s vocalist/guitarist Dan Potthast may be on your radar as well as he has worked and toured with your favorite human, Jeff Rosenstock. However, Potthast’s main act just never got their due, and that’s a low down dirty shame. In addition to being an underrated release from ‘99, MU330 is also one of the more underappreciated bands from Mike Park’s Asian Man Records, who also put out releases from Alkaline Trio, Joyce Manor, Big D and the Kids Table, and The Lawrence Arms.

Pilfers “Chawalaleng”

The fact that New York City’s Pilfers’ Mojo Records full-length studio album “Chawalaleng” FINALLY hit DSPs such as Spotify this year after a long void is quite a travesty, but it’s just in time for you to check out this ska, reggae, dub, punk, and every other genre in existence LP. Before we get into more specifics, it has to be said that this one didn’t abandon the upstrokes like so many others before and after it. Pilfers’ frontman is former Toasters vocalist Coolie Ranx, who is a legend in the scene, and he absolutely shredded it on vocals for the group that somehow had a large fanbase yet didn’t connect on a mainstream level. One can blame the label, one can blame the music economy at large, one can blame poor timing, but we blame you and only you… Elevation!

Save Ferris “Modified”

We swear that it’s the last one: This piece contains a hell of a lot of ska and it’s not even ska week anymore. And we know how much you loved ska week. Orange County, California’s Save Ferris’ “Modified,” much like the aforementioned Edna’s Goldfish LP “The Elements of Transition,” actually was an accurate title/genre representation of the great songs that it had. It’s a double-edged sword when a band is known for another act’s music, and Save Ferris had a hit on their debut full-length studio album “It Means Everything” with their cover of Dexys Midnight Runners’ 1980s hit “Come On Eileen,” which despite what you may or may not think, is not a Brazzers reference. However, if you ask a casual Warped Tour fan, even one from the ‘90s, to name ONE song from their follow-up “Modified,” you’ll likely get no love.

Shades Apart “Eyewitness”

Back to another underrated act from Revelation Records to turn this motha out AND close the show to your applause: Bridgewater Township, New Jersey’s Shades Apart released two high quality RR albums for the label, eventually signed with conglomerate Universal Records, and put out “Eyewitness” shortly afterwards. Easily one of the best AND underrated major label rock albums from the ‘90s, and certainly in our Top Eight for 1999, “Eyewitness” had a feature in the movie-film “American Pie” with their single “Stranger By The Day,” which was also on its successful soundtrack, but failed to rise to arena status. The band went on to put out another, albeit worse record at the beginning of the next century for the label, and sadly split up shortly after. It’s hard to top “Eyewitness,” and we posit that if it came out in the mid-’90s the band would still be around today.

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