By Bob McMahon
By Allison Babka
By Kelsey McClure
By Carolina de Busto
By Ben Westhoff and Sarah Purkrabek
By Steve Brennan
By Joseph Hess
By Allsion Babka
POINT PARADE:You can thank, or blame, alt-rock station The Point (105.7 FM) for an impressive number of local breakouts in the past half-decade. From the occasionally inspired din of Gravity Kills to the flavor-of-the-month mediocrity of Radio Iodine and Stir to the station's current fave, Mesh, the Point has nudged several bands in the direction of the big time, even if most never arrived there.
They've done it nonstop since their inception, and nearly every rock band of note in the area, except for the ones who wouldn't be caught dead on one, has appeared on one of the five previous Pointessential collections of local music. No. 6 was just released, featuring 39 bands on a double CD. It's a nice snapshot of one big corner of the St. Louis rock scene, even if it is a roller coaster of inspiration and lack thereof.
Because of the sheer volume of bands again, give the compilers a big round of applause for being so (relatively) inclusive the following windsprint through the release will be divided into two parts: Disc 1 will be examined this issue, disc 2 the next. Here we go. Put on your seatbelt. Disc 1, in order:
Is there anything more frightening than a Matchbox 20 wannabe band? Good God if you're gonna steal from someone, at least have the good taste to steal from someone like Tom Jones. Mesh sounds like Matchbox 20 middle-of-the-road, take-no-chances, release-all-prisoners dude-rock, and that ain't good. That's bad.... Bland ska from Fat Cactus: "Leave me alone, leave me alone, just let me wear my Hawaiian shirt/Leave me alone, leave me alone, why you gotta be such a jerk?" No, there's no accounting for taste, but when your rebel signifier of choice is a Hawaiian shirt, maybe you need a good talking-to. Pump some energy into that horn section, pump more energy into the song. Bury fourth (or are we still in third?) wave ska: Leave them alone.... It's got a good beat, and you can dance to it. From the subharmonic bass to the bumpy electronic beats, Bellyfeel is at least hopping on this year's bandwagon rather than last year's. The megaphone-vocal effect is kinda tired, though. Three-and-a-half stars.... Larissa Dalle moan and hum at a snail's pace through "Downstairs Inside," but they're creating music with a minimalist vision, a synthetic mumble in the dark. Darkness that manages to shine.... Ashtray is a country band. They play "alternative country," and "Country Mile" is a bitter, vindictive love/hate song about naked tripping girls. Has there ever been a bad song about naked tripping girls? Uh, no. Unless Mesh has one.
There's a reason MU330 is considered one of the best ska-punk bands in the country. If "best ska-punk" is an oxymoron, so be it, but "Stick It" has so much hard energy that genre names are meaningless. Great song.... Jerk with the 5 Deadly Venoms. Just when you think you're lost in the maze of guitarland, a light appears and a hard melody splatters your sorry ass. Aces.... By far the stupidest band name ever, bar none, is Trip El Ecks (XXX). Are all eight people in this band happy with the decision they made? If not, one of them should speak up. If so, well then, how can we trust them with our ears? The song title is nearly obsolete: "In the Year 2000." The mix of hip-hop and rock is dangerous, but somehow the dumb-band-name band hits it on the dot. And with so much working against them.... Wait. Is this Mesh again? Is it Kansas? No, it's Mayflower Jones. More money rock, let's-see-if-we-can-appeal-to-the-bottom-of-the-barrel music. They've succeeded in doing just that.
Bent have been playing around town forever; half the group used to be in Ultraman. Didn't even know they were still gigging. Fortunately, much of the pop in their pop-punk sound has been abandoned, and the rock remains.... What, you think any critic in his right mind would say anything bad about Dogfight? I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid. They could kick my ass, and probably have. This is great hard hard hard punk.... Wandering astray from the feedback twang, Stillwater are still, and maybe always will be, at least a bit derivative of that one band, but they can write a muscular rock song that turns at all the right corners.... Were a razor blade handy, it'd be very tempting to physically remove all evidence of Seven Against from this collection. Sounds like bad Spin Doctors (a redundancy, of course).... Treading way too close to jam-band status, occasionally breaching the border, the Rabies have found a great punk melody, and they jump on its back and ride it throughout. Congratulations. If it weren't for the melody, this song, "Skip," would die a quick death, but it's strong enough to withstand the intense pressure of failure that surrounds it.
Simple Mary's Diary are a rock band, there's no denying, and they're quite a good one, even if they lack any spirit of adventure whatsoever. "Magnetic Baby" rocks in that classic-grunge way.... Ninekiller offers us a little NYC travelogue, drops down some righteous clichés "I'd cross the world for you, baby" spices them with echo and a decent melody, coasts until they get tired, then comes home.... Light a fire under the collective ass of Supercrush. They need it. There's something there, something engaging, but it's smoldering. Rock. Alt-rock. Point rock. Rock.... Note to rock band Slapdash:It's dangerous to begin a song with the lyric "Bored out of my mind." Critics, always looking for the easy way out and usually finding it feed on such temptation.... For some mysterious reason curses! I ended up on Not Waving But Drowning's e-mail list and have been subjected to form-letter badgering ever since. Ended up hating them without ever hearing them. Though they rival Trip El Ecks (XXX) in the band-name department, their music is raucous and crazy-tight, somewhere near early Hüsker Dü and Black Flag damn good schizophrenic punk. Disc 2 next week. (RR)