Yes, Virginia, there really was a band called Christmas, and they were damn good. A co-ed trio from Cambridge, MA, Christmas' quirky but compelling post-punk/indie-pop, assumedly made minor ripples left of the dial, but little elsewhere. According to a highly informative band bio found here, this was their debut release, featuring the Mission of Burma-inflected "Wilhelm Reich." It would later be followed by their first album, In Excelsior Day-Glo in '86. Christmas signed to IRS Records for their next album, the often wondrously melodic Ultraprophets of Thee Psykick Revolution, which saw the light of day in 1989 to little fanfare. A third album, Vortex was posthumously issued in '93 on Matador Records. Perhaps Christmas' true claim to fame was that it served as a launching pad for an eventual reformation as wry, cocktail revivalists Combustible Edison in the early 90s. I apologize in advance for the vinyl noise.A. The Invisible Girl
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I'm still trying to make sense of this one. I was such a sucker for the eye catching sleeve, I paid $8 for it on that basis alone. The Fans were from Atlanta, GA, and were considered one of the first, if not the first new wave band from The Peach State. Utterly feigned British accents gave many the impression they were from the UK, and the fact that this wax was minted on a Brit label only added to the "myth." Signposts here point squarely to Pink Flag/Chairs Missing-era Wire. "Cars and Explosions" wields a sly melody that sneaks in and out, buttressed with strong dynamics. On the flip, "Dangerous Goodbyes," The Fans offer a comparatively linear and sustained attack, albeit less memorable than the A-side.
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There's not a whole lot of info floating around in cyberspace on this long gone Aussie trio. I discovered The Affected by virtue of their debut (and perhaps only) album, the ingeniously titled A Fate Worse Than a Fate Worse Than Death, in 1994. Brandishing a searing, indie-punk panache with a faint but bratty No Depression-inflected sneer tacked on for good measure, The Affected were about as genuine and earnest as they came, especially by today's standards. Much rawer than their comparatively refined album, this 45's gloriously powerful thirteen minutes finds the Affected on a blistering tear, on par with some of the choicest, American indie rock, circa 1986. And that's a damn good thing.


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Boston's Cavedogs were should-have-been luminaries that deserved their place among the likes of The Replacements and Posies. Their story is an utterly familiar one - nationally distributed records, videos, "buzz," but ultimately, it just wasn't to be, not universally at any rate. Armed with acumen, wit, and some of the best damn songs the indie contingent of the "power pop" genre ever had to offer, the Cavedogs were more advanced than many bands their senior. As always, the proof is in the pudding, and their two crucial albums, Joyrides For Shut-Ins (1990) and Soul Martini (1992), either of which were high caliber enough for inclusion on the recent and often ludicrous Shake Some Action top-200 album list, can be found in gently used condition from the usual suspects, Half and Amazon, or in a bargain CD bin near you.





While I ca't give you a firsthand account, I can tell you that Los Angeles had a thriving, renaissance of an indie/power pop scene in the mid to late '90s. Some of the crème de la crème included The Andersons, Cockeyed Ghost, Sugarplastic, Baby Lemonade, and the slightly conspicuous Negro Problem, but if I were to boil it down to one band that was representative of that era, 