Wolf" opens this 1982 major-label debut, its tough-ass romanticism is quickly plowed under by memories of a motel bed "with rubber sheets" and two heartrending songs about Exene Cervenka's sister Mirielle, who'd been killed in a car crash. In fact, even without "Blue Spark," this would easily qualify as the group's most indigo record yet; the second half offers a lovingly surf-music-tinged remake of an old Tin Pan Alley tune, "Dancing with Tears in My Eyes" and "The Have Nots," whose alcohol-soaked social comment clings so fiercely to mournfulness that hardly a wisp of punk anger can take hold. Rootsier than X's previous albums, Sun updates noirish dread with guitar wisdom. This remaster includes five bonus tracks, including the original mix o...  (less)

along with a drum machine. Originally released in 1986, The Hammer Party collects the band's first three EPs, made between 1982 and 1984. Lungs featured Albini's machine-gun guitar and vocals, accompanied only by Roland the drum machine. The following year's Bulldozer added a bassist and second guitarist for an even more punishing sound, while Racer-X further refined the Big Black's sonic assault. Together on one disc, The Hammer Party , they serve as a disturbing, ear-shattering prequel to the rest of this group's fine oeuvre. --Roni Sarig  (less)

'Paper White' represents the beginning, 'We Move Through Weather' is the inspired centerpiece, and the 43-minute 'Big Black Square' signals the smoky ending. Played in succession, the three releases chart Tarentel’s journey from dynamic, guitar-driven instrumentalists to perpetually curious treasure hunters of the mysterious sounds that most of us take for granted. If this were the end of Tarentel’s story, they would have enough riches to last a lifetime. Eight years into their career, however, it seems they’ve only just begun.  (less)

anything, punk rock label heads Brent Eyestone (of Magic Bullet Records, then in CORN ON MACABRE) and Mike Haley (The Electric Human Project) hit it off immediately. Eyestone, a towering 6'3 & 34; clean cut half-Chinaman (or whatever the preferred nomenclature), and Haley, a wiley, smelly Amish-looking motherf*cker hovering just around the 5 foot mark, became inseparable that evening, running the table versus anyone who dare challenge their collective and individual video game prowess. The bond became cemented for life when the duo were paired on a pickup basketball team at the end of the night. Intended to be an "ironic" or "whimsical" party activity between a bunch of punk kids who were trained to think that sports were "macho" or "part o...  (less)