Robert Wm. Gomez's

Survival of the Dead (6/10)

Another modern zombie movie that doesn't even attempt to be scary. I guess the Hatfields vs. McCoy setup could have been interesting, but the characters are just dull or stupid. Romero wants us to know that WE are the monsters, and has been telling us that rather blandly for the past decade.

Murder Inc. by Murder Inc. (6/10)


The first full length release from this band is just more of the same. Impotent Killing Joke with a Chris Connelly's David Bowie wannabe vocals. I like a couple of the songs (Last of the Urgents is quite good) and I am always glad to hear Martin Atkins' tom-heavy drumming, but, like the EP, this material is just average.

Corpuscle by Murder Inc. (5/10)


Murder Inc. is basically early 90's Killing Joke with Chris Connelly singing instead of Jaz Coleman. Without the nervous energy of Coleman the band is just sort of blah. The songs can go on too long and never really seem to go anywhere interesting.

Electrical Audio BBQ

So, 1/3 of Nonagon posts in the Internet forums of Electrical Audio and, as a result, we will be playing at the super-secret underground music festival called the Electrical Audio BBQ (or something like that) on Saturday, June 12th at 1:40pm. We are not supposed to tell anybody about it but I figure no one reads this Web site, so I will promote it here. The address is 3722 W. Chicago Ave.

This Is Egg Speaking... by Mummy the Peepshow (7/10)


An all-girl Japanese punk band that I saw at Japan Nite 2000 at the Fireside Bowl. Music varies from catchy, fun cutsey-pop (which I like) to standard, screamy eighth-grade punk (which is not as good).

Resident Evil (7/10)

Another movie that has no reason for being enjoyable, and yet I thought it was pretty good. This could have turned into a 00's running zombie crapfest but, fortunately,  plays more as a better-than-average Aliens clone.

Paul Blart: Mall Cop (7/10)

This should be an awful movie. The fact that it is producted by Adam Sandler should be enough of a deterrant. But it turns out, as long as Adam Sandler is nowhere near the front of the camera, with his terrible delivery and annoying baby-talk voice, a movie has a chance to be funny. Kevin James knows how to play the title character earnestly, without the Sandler-esqe winks to the camera after every joke. The stupid premise actually works as both a parody of Die Hard or Rambo and as a goofy SNL-type character skit movie.