For over 31 years CINECYDE have stalked the edges of the underground in a city famed for producing sounds that have both ruined and saved lives for decades. From the release of their first 45 in 1977 (Detroit's first punk record ever!) to this release they have remained determined. Why? Because, to paraphrase another man who made a buzz in Detroit by the name of John Lee Hooker, it's in 'em and it's got to come out.

I am more than pleased to say that time has not mellowed what made them great in the first place. Yes, while plenty of their contemporaries and influences have either faded away or embarrassed themselves into oblivion, they have stayed - they won't break. And after being compiled more than once onto collections of obscure punk rock singles like the notorious "Killed By Death" series, they're not content to just go thru the motions or rest on laurels.

This is, in my opinion, one of their most consistent albums since their first, recalling a lot of what made their early singles so excellent. From the bone-jarring kickoff song that brings to mind some of their earliest efforts of bash and trash mutant metal machine gun music a la the earliest efforts of THE MISFITS (if doused in toxic waste with a voice that could peel paint at 20 snot-dripping paces) to the smoother transistor-trash nuggets like "Vice Police" it's all there. And occasionally it all comes together in tunes like "I Just Talked To A Ghost" a fine piece of work that brings to mind some of their best tracks in memory.

Even better! They stick to their guns through it all. They could surely go for the cheap trick of speed for the sake of speed or churn out some sputum that matches the horrid sounds bleating out of your gutless radio as we speak. Nope. They remain CINECYDE. Trendless, timeless, perfect. Far better than the 10 or so discs from this week that are currently under a small mountain of cigarette butts, plastic wrap, and bottle caps. Why? Because at least once a month I'm forced to listen to the same garbage you are . Clones of clones of ad nauseam. And here's this band playing their guts out. They couldn't do it any different if they tried. They didn't seem to care when you didn't buy the last one because you wanted to buy the flavor of the month and I oubt they would start caring now.

If this sounds like fan boy rambling it kind of is. I m a fan. But, I m not here to sell you a false bill of goods. I sure you that if you take the time to listen to this album you will find everything from snotty KBD punk rock (emphasis added to not confuse the latest batch of UK82 glue sniff wannabes) to some great "Nuggets" styled garage punk that would surely leave the no-fi sham artists running for cover (or at least covers). They will never play the Warped Tour. Not even a local date, I'm sure. These Motor City muties ain't no beach boys and girl... Well, maybe the beaches of lovely Zug Island (local borderline radioactive nightmare a la THREE MILE ISLAND but they still let people live near it). They will never play one of those punk oldies circuit fests like Holidays In The Sun because they never broke up.

Yessir! Instead of some junk from some band that haven't played together in ages who hope to cash in you get a band that seems to be as fresh and vital as ever after 31 plus years. How often can you say that? Seriously. There's CINECYDE and, ummm...wine and that's about the only things that stay this good with age. Ladies and gents, from the ooze...CINECYDE.

- Two Tub Tony

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