By Jena Ardell
By Jesse Sendejas Jr.
By Katherine Turman
By Steve Weinstein
By Araceli Cruz
By Gili Malinsky
By Michael Atkinson
By Luke Winkie
(Tommy Boy, 120 Fifth Avenue, 7th Floor, NYC 10011)
Like the Lords of Acid after the cops broke up the party, these masked dancehall-industrial Brits sing about sex and money as if they'd as soon kill a rich guy as hear him squeal. I say "guy" because "Shove my nigger-loving pussy in your inbred mouth" doesn't sound like a lesbian domination fantasy to me. And this is only the EP, with an album due in January. Can they keep up the pace? Depends on how angry they arein a world where there's always more to be mad about. A MINUS
THE ROLLING STONES
A Bigger Bang
I'm obviously not to be trusted, since when I finally pulled out my vinyl on Dirty Work, which nobody else likes, I still loved its booming Steve Lillywhite Charlie, its studious chicken-scratch Keith, its bitterness and cynicism and spiritual desperation. On this one desperation is in remission. But despite its lack of an anthem to replace "Start Me Up," it certainly beats Tattoo You or anything else going back to Exile except Some Girls. Long the weak link, Mickcome on: Keith and Charlie are gods, Ron is for sound effects, and Darryl Jones is an improvementonce again proves capable of relating on what we humans pathetically call a human scale. Not that I credit his "vulnerability," but I'm touched that he cares enough to lie about it. Together with clear evidence of prolonged cooperation between or among the principals (meaning two-man songwriting and a living groove, respectively), the effort suffices to provide or simulate the mattering considered so crucial in veteran bands. It also helps that the opener really rocks. As for the anti-Bush song, duh. Next time they should vet their corporate sponsor instead. A MINUS
Dud of the Month
Tunewise, this is the craftiest of their well-crafted albums. Conceived as a boy group, showing girls who long to believe it that not every guy is a jock, a thug, a lothario, or a male-bonded mook, they might even have their uses. Conceived as a pop alternative to U2 and Radiohead, however, they're an argument for death metal. Precise, bland, and banal, their sensitivity emotionless and their musicality never surprising, they're the definition of a pleasant boreeasy to tune out, impossible to care for. B
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HUSTLE AND FLOW
What the fools who claim Djay's crunk success isn't credible don't mention is the reasonhe's too smart and too nice (Djay feat. Shug, "It's Hard Out There for a Pimp"; Juvenile feat. Skip & Wacko, "Body Language"; Djay, "Whomp That Trick").
Well-culled material sung harder than necessary, which was probably the idea ("Sleep to Dream," "How Am I Different").
Pretty smart for a love man, less so for a deposed record exec who worships Curtis Mayfield and toured with Vote for Change ("Sorry for the Stupid Things," "Good 2 Be in Love").
BANTU FEAT. AYUBA
(Piranha, Carmerstr 11, 10623 Berlin, Germany)
Europeanized Islamo-Yoruba Afrobeat strives to please ("Fuji Satisfaction," "Oya").
Nyboma & Kamalé Dynamique
(Stern's Africa, 71 Warren Street, NYC 10007)
Early-'80s soukous by one of Quatre count-'em Quatre étoiles ("Doublé Doublé," "Amba").
Gangsta punk revisited, broader musically and narrower lyrically ("Gangsters and Thugs," "Crash and Burn").
(ATO, 157 Chambers St., 12th floor, New York, NY 10007)
A clever solo artist who once led a great band ("Busting Up a Starbucks," "American Car").
(Howler, 31 Union Square West Suite 9A, NYC 10003)
It's only rock 'n' roll and they execute it ("I Should Not Have to Ask," "Panic Attack").
GO BETTY GO
Nothing Is More
(Side One Dummy, Box 2350, LA CA 90078)
Chicana punks rise above the tough act ("Laugh Again," "Unread").
Battling banal balefulness, they cop from "Heat Wave" and warm up ("Black and White Town," "Some Cities").
THE DANDY WARHOLS
Odditorium, or Warlords of Mars
What they get for assuming psychedelia, futurism, and the drone are the same thing ("Down Like Disco," "All the Money or the Simple Life Honey").
(Omnium, P.O. Box 7367, Minneapolis MN 55407)
Comfier in its ska-polka pan-everythingism, and less galvanizing ("She Want," "Strategy").
"Trapped in the Closet Chapter 2," "Trapped in the Closet Chapter 4," "Trapped in the Closet Chapter 3," "Trapped in the Closet Chapter 1," "Trapped in the Closet Chapter 5"
(TP.3 Reloaded, Jive)
"Till I Get to You"
THE INCREDIBLE CASUALS
"I'll Do Anything"
(Nature Calls, Iddy Biddy)
"One of the Boys"
(Folk Zinger, Appleseed)
Out of Nothing
KHALED & FRIENDS
Chaos and Creation in the Back Yard