May 24, 2007

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Fishbone, Still Stuck In Your Throat
Sound in Color Records, 2007

And so, children, this is where old joke-bands end up, doing their old jokes to shrinking audiences. Sprung from the same Bronze Age L.A. scene as Red Hot Chili Peppers and Jane’s Addiction, Fishbone does a reggae-ska-funk-metal thing with a lot of horns and slapstick lyrics, merging same into this sort of Frankenpunk monster that’s forever doomed to opening-act status on the big stages, if that (see: The Tubes; The Fools; any local band that can’t stop itself from clogging their stages with every single local-legend horn-player who happens to be out and about trying to have a nice quiet drunk). “Let Dem Ho’s Fight,” a Dropkicks-brained pogo-reggae freakout, came just a little late for Don Imus to point blame at, making it the best song on board, but opening song “Jack Ass Brigade” is even nuttier because they let out a few donkey brays at the end (can you stand it? Where do they GET this stuff?). B-Eric W. Saeger