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September 2001 Vol. 5 No. 10
 
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Artist No Use for a Name
Title Live in a Dive
Label Fat Wreck Chords
Reviewer Vinnie Apicella
Rating
No use for a name... how about no use for another studio album. Considering the sound quality of their first foray into the live front, I don't think anything they'll do in the studio could compare. Boasted as a state-of-the-art recording from a 24 track, the sound's amazing, sometimes a little too good. Except for the between-song crowd uprisings, you'd hardly know the difference.

No Use For a Name's been a veteran on the Punk scene for nearly fifteen years now and we're covering all the bases here with these twenty cuts spanning their six releases plus a shellacking version of The Misfits' "I Turned Into a Martian" and the mastery of those infamous "whoa, whoa, ohs." for appreciative ghouls everywhere.

"Live in a Dive" basically says it all for Punk bands; that's what it's all about, as good as it gets, and let's face it... we're talkin' dedication here! And these guys have been dedicated longer than most groups could hold it together to argue over the next direction their new album will take. No Use hasn't changed much, we'll assume they've had their share of in-studio arguments, and yes, band members have come and gone, but their "Daily Grind" continues on a solid course of tempered aggression, catchy maneuvers or random acts of senseless melody. Pick it, either way, the songs pull you in take ya for a joyride, crash, recover, and walk away scratched and smiling.

Newcomers won't notice a major difference to these guys from the many typically "Fat" styled or So. Cal cruiser NOFX fan friendly lollipop junkies -- high on toxic humor, schooled in the art of verse, shower-friendly chorus -- pick blindly at any number off the Epitaph roster and chances are there's a dual exhaust pointing right at ya.

Not just any live CD however, this one comes accompanied by select on tour live video footage plus a clever comic book documenting the hazards of life on the road from gory car crashes to cavity searches to snappy answers to stupid questions. hey, wait a minute. Basically it's a fully packaged NC17 good time seen, heard, swallowed and crapped out later.


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Robert R. Lewis