By Jake Rossen
By Jesse Marx
By Michelle LeBow
By Alleen Brown
By Maggie LaMaack
By CP Staff
By Jesse Marx
--Clint Simonson, label owner, Destijl
9. Kentucky Gag Order (11)
GENRE: BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS
Kentucky Gag Order is a weird genetic experiment made up of Robert Duvall's Apostle and a steam locomotive band powered by dueling guitars. Their live approach resembles a Southern Baptist church in hell: part performance art, part in-your-face, hard-driving boogie.
--David Wesley, former co-owner, Sursumcorda
GENRE: AMBIENCE FOR A TRIBE CALLED DEPRESSED
Jim Anton creates some expansive soundscapes on bass. JT Bates and Tim Glen weave an intricate percussion tapestry like an eight-limbed master crocheter. Jeremy Ylvisaker colors each theme with all of the sounds that you had forgotten a guitar player could make. You'll laugh, cry, hate, and fall in love. This is the soundtrack to life.
--David Campbell, sales/consignment assistant, the Electric Fetus One-Stop; co-host/producer, KQ Homegrown, KQRS-FM (92.5)
The Psychedelicates (tie)
GENRE: NEW WAVE GOES OLD SCHOOL
The past isn't what it used to be: The Psychedelicates' contribution to Eighties revival is a chilling mix of early Berlin and the B-52's that you never actually heard back in that decade when Kylie was still doing the locomotion. No matter: The band's lyrical subjects--shooting your boyfriend in the head, for instance--should be popular with girls in any era.
10. Exercise (10)
GENRE: ...AND YOU WILL KNOW US BY GALLONS OF BEER THAT OUR SINGER SPRAYS ON HIS AUDIENCE
Everybody is going to be looking for our local equivalent of the ...And You Will Know Us by the White Strokes. I don't think this quartet fits the bill or even knows who those bands are, but they are the nearest I've come to having my ass kicked by a new band lately. They spark a lot of memories of Austin's punk bands from long ago, like Scratch Acid and the Butthole Surfers when they were coming off an acid trip. They're real grungy, dirty, and blistery while actually quite tender in parts. Or maybe that's just their numbing effect.
Falcon Crest (tie)
GENRE: I CAN HEAR THE GRANT HART BEATING AS ONE
Falcon Crest kick ass first and take names later with good, aggressive rock--like Hüsker Dü if they were on Am Rep.
--Tom Loftus, label owner, Modern Radio
Honeymoon Shockers (tie)
GENRE: POWER POP WILL EAT ITSELF
Graceful and intelligent, yet weirdly naive. Power-pop stomp filled with a malevolent spirit.
--Sonia Grover, booker, 7th St. Entry
The Owls (tie)
GENRE: GIVING A HOOT ABOUT HARMONIES
Who would have guessed that Allison LaBonne, who barely registered as a member of the Legendary Jim Ruiz Group, would turn out to be the secret weapon of the best Minneapolis pop band since the Blue Up? Her voice is the fragile center around which three other singers (including two Hang Ups) dance with newfound confidence. And now that they're all appearing in clubs and on CD (the Apartment Music compilation), here's hoping their professionalism lays an album before it kills the golden goose.
--Peter S. Scholtes
Tiki Obmar (tie)
GENRE: HIGH SCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL
"Discovered" at Radio K's Breakfast Club high school band showcase, Tiki Obmar tempt you to be impressed by their precocity alone. Unlike most Crossfaded/Jazz Implosion acts--who are older jazz players finding new inspiration in the technology and sensibilities of electronic and dance music--this trio of 18-year-olds are hitting it straight out of the box. They're multi-instrumentalists running live drums, bass, guitar, and keys through samplers and effects with a WARP records aesthetic and tunes that move you with deft arrangements and mood-driven melodies.
--J.G. Everest, musician; label co-owner, Firetrunk Records; promoter Groove
Garden, the Dinkytowner Café
Thanks to all of the voters: Eric Bare, Mark Baumgarten, Shannon Bretl, Scott Brown, David Campbell, Amy Carlson, Chelsea 40oz Bondage, Cecile Cloutier, Dan Cote, Don Decker, Jennifer Downham, Nate Dungan, Bentley Alexander Durband, Ben Durrant, Ali Elabbady (Egypto Knuckles), Enemy of the People, Kasi Engler, J.G. Everest, Alan Freed, Joe P. Furth, J futurE, Deneen Gannon, Conal Garrity, Neal Gosman, Sonia Grover, Tom Hallett, Keith Harris, Felix Havoc, Marcie Hill, Scrap Jackson, Dave Johnson, Nate Johnson, Rachel Joyce, Diana Kim, Nate Kranz, Leo Kuelbs, Adam Linz, Tom Loftus, Patrick T. Lyman, Melissa Maerz, James "Taco" Martin, DJ ESP Woody McBride, Keith Moran, Paul Morel, Mark Nelson, Tim Nomeland, Brian Nordmann, Alex Oana, Patrick Olsen, Amber Orluck, Mark Pakulski, Nate Patrin, Chris Riemenschneider, David Ricker, Earl Root, Paul Sand, Christina Schmitt, Peter S. Scholtes, Danny Sigelman, Kate Silver, Clint Simonson, Rod Smith, Bill Snyder, Special Dark, Matthew St-Germain, Chris Strouth, Krista Vilinskis, Karrie Vrabel, David Wesley, Erik Westra, Tim Wilson, Mike Wisti.
Record clerks, radio personalities, and freelance writers rant about the local scene
DIY: NOT DOA!
"Black, white, Puerto Rican, everybody just a-freakin'." Okay, so the reality of Minneapolis in 2002 is still a pale reflection of the multiculti, citywide house-party daydream Prince laid out in his Eighties hit "Uptown." But Wendy Lewis and Red Start's psychedelia, the Poet Tree's Rasta love visions, Divine Word's mind seductions, Roomsa's soul house shakedown, and Yawo's West African funk musings make me wanna jump on the hood of a car at 7th and Hennepin, blast Radio K International, and start the damn party myself.