Photos by Debi Del Grande Surely the ghosts at the haunted Alexandria hotel woke up on New Year’s Eve to the sounds of Redd Kross and The Melvins. Both bands have solidified their place in LA’s punk history and seem stronger than ever. Buzz Osborne led the sludge and doom while brothers Jeff and Steve [...]

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Some bands are legends and some bands are entire civilizations—that’s Redd Kross, whose discography goes back to that first pre-cease-and-desist-call (always a promising sign) EP in 1981. Redd Kross plays with the Melvins for New Year’s Eve tonight at the Alexandria Hotel, and the founding McDonald brothers speak now about blood and mustaches. This interview by Chris Ziegler.

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Some chick came on stage for a bit and sang with the band—the rumor is that it was one of the McDonald brothers’ daughters, but nay, that must be a misprint. No way these guys could ever be mature enough to take care of another living being, right?

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Redd Kross is back and the record release party for Researching the Blues was thrown at The Roxy. Redd Kross plays FYF in September. Check out our feature on the home page.

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Justin Maurer has been the leader of Clorox Girls for about a decade, has narrowly escaped organ theft in Turkey on at least one occasion, and has a book of fiction coming out this spring. Dan Collins and Daniel Clodfelter catch up with him in Long Beach at the Pike.

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Os Mutantes decided everything was possible and tried to prove it. Low End Theory resident and Blank Blue guitarist Nobody (Elvin Estela) speaks with Mutantes co-founder Sérgio Baptista about helicopters, honesty and the brand-new Mutantes album Haih.

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On the surface, We Be Xuxa almost seems like a retread of old school American punk, but actually it evokes without constant copying—it’s fresh-faced punk, yet my heart hears Born Innocent-era Redd Kross in their sisterly choruses, and early early Black Flag or even Ramones in their strumming (minus Greg Ginn’s noodling) and Wipers downturns on the chords, and a Darby Crash-like insistence on writing lyrics too self-referential and profound to sing straight into the microphone. And there’s even a Urinals cover!?! And there’s a Beach Blvd-esque melodicism to Jessie Clavin’s bass lines, one that perfectly matches their Descendants-like love of making up pragmatic gerunds such as “Totion.” A lot of reviewers have said these gals (et dude) sound like X-Ray Spex, but that is a lazy lie!

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They are the neighbors that make noise at all hours of the night and when the cops show up, there is nothing going on and the cops have to apologize. This is a party going on in another dimension peopled by beings with extra limbs and eyes where there shouldn’t be eyes. It’s H.P. Lovecraft getting ripping drunk and wearing a lampshade on his head while a vampire and a mummy are making out in the corner. Yes, you can dance your ass off to this music—just don’t get caught dragging the bodies out the back door.

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