This came out in 2002 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Who: A semi-legendary trio of California avant-punks with a musical career whose length (they’ve been together on and off since 1984) is matched by their stylistic breadth (along with frenzied punk, they incorporate free jazz, sinister funk, thundering rock, abrasive noise and everything between into their sound).
What: Their comeback disc Apocalicious, their first album in six years, blends noose-tight performances, intricate syncopation, stylish production, massive power, vaguely Biafra-ish vocals and inspired lyrics into a multi-textured set of thinking man’s punk.
Highlights: Every one of these 13 cuts is a few notches above the usual one-dimensional punk, but I’m sorta partial to the KISS-via-Jesus Lizard glam-slam of Moron on Steroids.
Musical Formula: Dead Kennedys x NoMeansNo – amphetamines + music lessons.
Final Verdict: They say punk bands can’t play. Sure they can; most of them can’t play as well as this, though.
