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“I can’t even go to a show anymore. It’s like going to church group!” complains Guttermouth front man Mark Adkins. “Kids don’t party and drink and have fun and chuck bottles in the parking lot anymore. Their parents just pick them up and drop them off. 

Before you call the Political Correct police realize that Adkins and Guttermouth have been wracking up violations of the PC code for well over a decade now. Third-grade synonyms for “stupid” aside, he and his band aren’t letting up on their latest, Eat Your Face. After all, the punk smartasses feature an ode about killing an annoying neighbor’s infant (“My Neighbor’s Baby”) and a very non-ironic (sorry hipsters) use of the hot-dog-as-penis metaphor (“Hot Dog to the Head”) on Eat Your Face. The kinder, gentler and more socially responsible punk rock of the new millennium? Guttermouth says you can stuff that notion, along with your trendy, asymmetrical hairdos. Once again, the band reminds us that before there were shopping 0-malls pushing punk fashions and the style was a major-label cash cow, it was about pissing off as many people as possible, maybe even you included.

Along the way, the band also nails trendy punks (“The Next Faux Moheekon”), the hype that surrounds certain election-year punk rock politicizing (“Party of 2”) and goofy newbie surfers (“Surf’s Up Asshole”). Of course, every band has a couple favorite muses. For Nirvana, it was heroin and Courtney’s pasty thighs. For Guttermouth, it’s beer and hard liquor, both of which inspired a handful of party-punk tracks (“NRAAA,” “Wasted Lives” and “Second DUI”).

Everyone, including Adkins, knows Guttermouth’s lyrics won’t be quoted in lonely-kid web blogs or be hailed as the voice of a generation. Since when did punk rock become so snooty, anyway? Eat Your Face recalls the glory days when Los Angeles punkers weren’t singing about heart-wrenching, adolescent breakups or preaching electoral politics, but cynically cracking on Oki Dogs, T.V. Parties and Group Sex.

“I get bored with serious topics like ‘George Bush stinks’ and ‘The government’s a bowl of crap,’” Adkins grumbles. “‘I love you, I love you, I love you’ also bores me terribly. I’d rather make fun of all those a-holes doing that.”

In a punk world choked by do’s, don’ts and a list of scene etiquette, Guttermouth’s disdain for those rules (dare we say nihilism?) is as welcome, and gut-wrenching, as a musical Heimlich maneuver. Continuing the tradition of the Dead Milkmen and Mojo Nixon, Eat Your Face reminds listeners that there’s more to punk’s snide humor than the scatological humor and sophomoric boobie jokes of the mall-punk set. It’s not giggle-giggle comedy, either. Rather, it’s the sort of joke that has its butt, and gleefully disobeys the “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all” maxim.

“It’s just the stand-up comedian of punk,” Adkins explains of his lyrics. “You just do cheap one-liners and attack the masses, with a nice background to it. Next thing you know, you have something going. We’re the take off your shoes band of punk. We just take off our shoes and write a record and cruise through everything.”

Did we mention Eat Your Face rocks? Really. Okay, we pulled your leg when we said that about the acoustic/electric hybrids on the band’s 2002 Epitaph Records release, Gusto, but we’re serious about Eat Your Face. Experimentation out of its system, Guttermouth hasn’t sounded nearly as snotty, witty or driven in years. Guitars blaze and clatter with La Habra’s punk and hardcore legacy while, underneath the punk-rock flotsam and jetsam, melodies playfully swim around like a school of clownfish.

No cow is sacred. No beer is safe. No line can’t be crossed. Guttermouth’s back, with another round of beers, jokes and, best of all, that don’t give a damn attitude that made us fall in love with punk the first time around. That or hate it. It’s pretty much the same for Guttermouth.

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