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Triple B Recordings
The History of Boston Rock "Here and Now"
16-song CD compilation
If you're not a fan of good-old-fashioned hammer-and-tongs rock, you might wish to look elsewhere, though if you are, you could do worse than Noble Rot's anthemic rabble-rouser "Rocket Fuel Mayhem," The New Frustrations' classy garage-rock thumper "Changed My Mind," The Doom Buggies' Byrds-like "Bruce's Lament," and Over the Edge's over-the-top punk raver "Invincible." Rounding out the bill are outstanding tracks by the somewhat twangy Acro-Brats ("Gone for Good"), and reformulated classics interpreted by Three Day Threshold ("Drunken Sailor") and The McGunks ("Whiskey in the Bottle"). The final four songs are not for the fainthearted but will satisfy aficionados of old-style radio-unfriendly Boston punk: Nothing's "Woo Dog," Zippo Raid's "At the Bar," Rock City Crimewave's "Red on the Razor" and The Illegals' "Dream Date." The fine folk at Triple B recordings are doing us an inestimable service by preserving some representative recordings by (mostly) hard rock bands, many of whom have been around for a goodly long time, and more than a few of whom have been flying forever below the radar of pretentious fashionableness. (Francis DiMenno)

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Over the Edge will be recording a live set for WERS at the end of the month.  Tune into their show at: http://www.wers.org/radiobeat

Latest live review by Slimedog:

THE McGUNKS, THE SPOILERS, ZIPPO RAID, OVER THE EDGE
Bulfinch Yacht Club, Boston MA 12/13/06
Greetings, Zortar here. Recently, I went to my first music exhibition and my experience I wish to relate. It takes place in a large room with neon-lighted fixtures on the walls advertising fermented yeast beverages. These seem very effective as people are consuming as many of these as possible. The provider of these beverages has a hard time keeping pace with the orders. I'm greatly disheartened to see that milk-derived substances are not available.
It is Kevo, bass utilizer of The Spoilers tenth anniversary of his 21st birthday, the age legally required to purchase such beverages. In honor of this, they provide pieces of cake shaped in the size of Kevo's penis for people to consume. They are quite large, in fact. I don't know the significance of this, but I believe it is religious, being it near to Christmas, as such.
Next, the bands do what is called a sound check. I believe this is to make sure that the music would be too loud for human endurance. I am right in my assumption as people immediately started plugging their ears with tubes of foam once the music starts. The first band is Over The Edge, who play energetic, aggressive, punk while people consume their penises and yeast. They bring joy to my audio sensors with great songs that sound like they could have sprung from 1977.
Next band is Zippo Raid, whose songs like, "Show Us Your Tits," "Greg is Still a Pussy," "Drink Fight and Fuck," I take as metaphors for man's alienation with modern society. There is spraying of fermented yeast from the mouths of the musicians, as they stand atop platforms, onto the crowd and the fans follow in fashion. A member of the McGrunks, dressed in black wig, bandanna and eyeliner, gets up to sing "Kids of America" with the band and rip his T-shirt and throw it to the crowd. The band does a song with them, chanting for four Jägermeisters which the yeast dispenser is quick to bring. What a wonderful idea for a song, I think. The drum utilizer, who later recites a touching, poignant poem about vaginas, is unable to grasp the Jägermeister glass while playing, so the helpful singer tosses it into his mouth and it drips down his chin onto his shirt. During the last song, a rap tune, ladies are invited onstage, and a young lady is spanked by the bass utilizer.
The Spoilers follow with more fermented yeast spraying, more loud punk and is considered by Slimedog to be one of Boston's best bands. These bands seem to take fun more seriously than music. The McDrunks, I mean, the McGrunks are up last. Another fine sounding punk band with a little Irish influence tossed in. But I have to leave and catch the moving transportation vehicles. Right before I go, the singer of Zippo Raid asks if I'm going to review the musical exhibition. I reply in the affirmative. "Make sure you tell them we're assholes, say we're assholes." And since he is such a nice guy, I feel compelled to do so.
So off into the night with two female acquaintances who discuss male reproductive organs and sing songs about monkey poop along the way, tonight I believe I witnessed a typical human music exhibition. I pray this review makes more sense to you than me. I imagine it will. (Slimedog)

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Over the Edge
Tales from the Blacktop Burnout
Rotten Drunk

Local dudes (says Boston right on the cover, which is SUCH a Boston thing to do) playing high-octane, high-speed greaser punk with a hard, street-rock edge. Unlike a lot of the cowboy hat bands that pass by my desk, Over the Edge possess actual muscle in their sound, a palpable, throbbing power that grabs you by the ears and knocks you right into the wall. The songs range from tough, hook-heavy greaseabilly tunes like "The Kids" and "I'm Not a Monkey" to shout-along, rabble-rousing punk like the excitable "One Nation Under Surveillance" and "Teenage Riot". There's shades of everything from the Clash, Social Distortion, the Supersuckers to Nashville Pussy and the Ramones in here, so chances are, if you have a bitchin' belt buckle, you're gonna dig these cats. They sound like they know how to fight too, which is a good trait in a rock n'roll band. Too many pussies in rock these days.

-Sleaze

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