Jack Killed Jill - Well

B: Oops, my mistake, i thought i had a train of thought going. This is Jack Killed Jill, not "off." Detective/Sherrif, potato/pomegranate, close enough for hand grenades. 

Well, what did you expect? Well i never! What's that Lassie? Timmy's fine playing with his mopey ballerina action figures in his room? Well, then, here's Well from San Francisco's own Power Puff Girls, no sorry i meant Power-Pop-Punk band Jack Fell Down [snap] Jack Killed Jill. My head is nearly completely unscrewed from... 

S: No, hold up there Bottle. You're just going to gloss over cancelling the Kickstarter for the album? I'm so angry i imagineered up an enormous spiral staircase just to waste time descending it so i would be more composed than i was at the top when i got here to interrupt you. So help me, if this is one of your passive aggressive open-ended moral quagmires of guilt... 

Relax, Sandra. Our biggest backer backed the truck up so i executively decided to throw it in the garbage rather than keep getting spam emails for another week. Total coincidence about the thing and the other things. Plus, i don't do passive aggressive, i ask the questions i want answers to. I honestly want to know things like "do you want to," and "what do you think," or i assure you i wouldn't ask them. Biggest problem in the world right now is everyone's a two-faced greedy child of a couple parents who tried to raise them better. I don't play by those rules, and you know it. 

S: it's sus, Bottle. 

Yes, yes it is. Stranger danger offering me money then cancelling it. 

S: no, i meant what you're doing. 

I don't know what i'm doing, i just know the direction we're heading involves all our money being invested in the stock market and everyone having to ask permission from their bookie/insurance agent before they're allowed to do anything because being a doctor (medical or philosophical) or having a difference of opinion is illegal. 

What i also know is that my brain is fried, i have to work ridiculously hard to tread water, and the private business that shoulders most of the expense for the fireworks display is on the radio saying "there's only so much of our own money we're willing to spend year after year after year to blow up flammable powder in the sky on the 4th of July." I don't have an answer or an argue for that, only a "do it or don't."  It's the waffles with wishy-washy syrup i don't like. Not a fan of the backyard fireworks in the middle of every day  leading up to it, or the fireworks store down the street from the fireworks store while everywhere is asking me to round up to help a non-profit feed and clothe people in the same town that has an apparently insatiable appetite for cocaine and a mafia style restraunt racket. And lastly, though i know it's a total non-sequiter at this point, but unless i'm mistakenly gender stereotyping, it appears that Jill is the one holding the knife. Circumstantial evidence, he could totally cause a lot of damage windmilling that bucket around. Plus, their label is New Red Archives, so this should be all the thumbs up. You remember New Red Archives, we did their 99-cent At War With Society compilation that time. 

Splendid, this is fantastic early 90s Punk. I can see why you'd compare them to Tilt or say "i'm surprised they aren't on Fat Wreck Chords, and i can also hear how this might sound extremely and perhaps datedly early 90s. At times it does sound like Cyndi Lauper fronting a Ramones tribute band, and that's a good thing. It's also not at all produced: just recorded, mastered, and published by Nicky Garrett for us to enjoy in all its abrasively amateurish basement dive-bar glory. If you like Punk at all, then this will not disappoint. Conversely, if this disappoints, then, just throwing it out there, you probably don't actually like Punk and should avoid listening to it.