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Good morning, The Monorchid, Who Put Out The Fire? Who did, indeed? The abrasive edges of their fiercer tracks laid side-against more straight-forward fare makes for a 50/50 split some can’t reconcile. A was for Anarchy — we all need a reminder now and then.

Good morning, Superchunk, On the Mouth.

Good morning, Superchunk, On the Mouth. A kissing punch, lips that knock you back, apt analogy on an album that romances with vigor, extra-applied elbow grease on soft contours, fists wrapped in valentine red cellophane. Rapt rapture of old car window-down summer love singalongs, evening soft-serves indulged, finale fireworks of rainbow sprinkles and tactile crunch. The heat making pants legs stick and so eventually, removed.

Good morning, Camper Van Beethoven, Camper Van Beethoven IS Dead, Long Live Camper Van Beethoven.

Good morning, Camper Van Beethoven, Camper Van Beethoven IS Dead, Long Live Camper Van Beethoven. Ridiculous times call for ridiculous titles like “Broadcasting Live From The MCI-Worldcom-AT&T-Daimler-Chrysler-Mitsubishi-Phillips-BASF-LG-Phillip-Morris-BP-Texaco-Pfizer-AOL-Time-Warner-Boeing-Microsoft-Aeroflot-United-Yoyodyne Coliseum, Strom Thurmond City, Mars”. A best-of-never collection of rarities recalls the dot-bust, dying flowers, heat-warped flexidiscs, and the lonesome, loathsome world.