Being a long time Kneecappers and Easter Monkeys fan, I was excited when I brought this baby home. I Anxiously ripped off the shrink-wrap and stuck it in my player what I heard was Mr. Chris shedding some demons. Through the first song, Incantation, Yarmock yips, yowls, and screams while the other Jayne’s bash and throb behind him! This really set the tone for the rest of the disc. Single Room Furnished gets under your skin with Yarmock’s desperate delivery, Gary Lupico’s infectious guitar riffs and the solid rhythm section of Russell Sherman Jr. and Jeff Benik. This disc flows along nicely through other standouts like Ouija Board, Bad Trip, and Wild On A Leash. In conclusion: This is a great disc, and Mr. Chris Yarmock is (and has been) one the best front men in Rock-N-Roll for the past twenty years! It’s great to see/hear him back in front of a microphone! I hope to hear more soon! Rock on my brothers!
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Dim the lights, dim your head and turn it up! True new Cleveland sound from some of its earliest scenesters. Wow!
This CD was made for the stormy nights, those hot humid summer nights filled with lightning and thunder rolls. Those nights when its 2am and it's raw mother nature raging. That is definately where these sounds put my head at. Love it.....go you motherfuckers!!
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Yes Virginia, there is a Satan clause.
 If there was any doubt that strange days were coming let them now be cast out, St.Jayne is here to assuage your fears and entreat us all to make room for the coming of the Homo-Superior; for oddly enough, this disc from the stalwart Cack-o-Phone recording artists just might be the perfect soundtrack to pump us through the uncertain times in which we live. It is quite possibly the most hard-rocking/esoteric album I have ever laid my ears on. If what you want is angry, post-modern, urban, beatnik music that pushes all the right buttons, this is what you get.
 From the opening whiney bagpipe sound of INCANTATION through the hilariosly satirical bonus track(concerning an erstwhile lover and a pilfered malt berverage), I found myself flip-flopin' down the hallway with raving delight.
  It is at once subversive and sublime, as if Larry, Curly and Frank Booth had crashed the original east coast hippie-fest laden with armfuls of psilocybin, toting a Radio-Flyer filled to the brim with shaving cream pies, shod in steel-toe workboots and did a manic St.Vitus dance through Mrs.Yasgurs pristine pear groves to the roaring approval of the assembled Woodstock nation.
   Big Daddy Ed Roth hopped up on track #6 WILD ON A LEASH and rode the tsunami straight through the center of my ever-lovin' skull. Guitarist Gary Lupico is not shakey, not shakey in the least, and I would confidently wager on this old mans' powderfingers to prove as real as the day is long, right down to the wire. The vocal performance on BAD TRIP only lends further creedance to the school of thought of thought which maintains that Chris Yarmock is the most innovative rock singer to emerge since Bryan Ferry burst onto the scene three decades ago(my young colleague compared him to a "really wasted, pissed-off Jim Morrison"). And on the emminantly danceable QUIJA BOARD to the thirteen minute opus EVIL BITTERNESS the rythm section pounds and thumps, provide a torrential downpouring of maladjusted bullfrogs, violently splatting and banging onto the bonnet and boot of a solitary police cruiser.
 This is P.U.N.K. allright. Pure,Unadulterated,Nihilistic,Karma. But what else would you expect from a band bred in the only city that has a tower that is terminal overlooking a lake that is ERIE?
     LS 02/20/03
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