Adolescents - Live at the House of Blues
Kung Fu Records

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Kung Fu Records has been releasing a string of live punk CD/DVD combos under its Show Must Go Off! moniker; the catalog to date has been a solid mix of live dates from newer punk outfits like Mest, Alkaline Trio, and Pistol Grip with established acts like Guttermouth and the Vandals (there’s also a DVD devoted to “ironic” comic Neil Hamburger, whose popularity among cold-blooded hipsters baffles me to no end). Their latest release is also one of their best to date, and fans of ‘80s era Southern California hardcore will undoubtedly agree, as it features the Adolescents, one of that scene’s most popular and potent bands.

The Adolescents have broken up, reformed and gone through more personnel changes over the past two decades-plus than the rest of the groups on Kung Fu’s roster combined (the original line-up mutated into ADZ, and players including Pat
Smear
, Dan Colburn of White Mice, Sandy Hansen and about a million others have served time in the band since they launched in ’81), but the classic line-up and core featured buzzbomb guitarist/songwriter Rikk Agnew, bassist Steve Soto and frontman Tony Reflex. All three are on stage at this HOB show from Anaheim in 2003, along with guitarist Frank Agnew (Christian Death/The Joykiller) and new drummer Derek O’Brien (Social Distortion/D.I./Agent Orange). And if the band looks a little worse for wear in the accompanying DVD (as Frank, Tony and Steve point out in the commentary, “There’s a lot of pregnant men on stage”), they sure as hell don’t sound that way as they piledrive through a 19-song set of their best-known tunes, including traditional show opener “No Way,” “Kids of the Black Hole,” “Who Is Who” “O.C. Confidential,” and more (though their recent
closer, Iggy's "I Got a Right," is unfortunately absent from the set list). Agnew (who now resembles a green-haired Michael Moore) has lost none of his absurdly nimble chops, and the band’s signature harmonies still ring like dissolute Beach Boys; they’ve also lost none of their prickly onstage demeanor, as evidenced by Tony’s challenge to a bottle-tossing goon in the audience (“I’m
ready,” he growls, and you know he's not kidding). This is solid, balls-out SoCal punk, and if the songs are older than most of the audience, they’ve got an edge and a passion that trumps anything being slung by the wifebeater-and-tattoo-sporting pop-punk mooks that haunt the Adolescents’ old stomping grounds of Fullerton and all points in between.  Kung Fu’s DVD includes the aforementioned commentary, a cool photo gallery featuring the band in various incarnations throughout its history, and best of
all, a lengthy videotaped show circa ’82 with original drummer Casey Royer. It’s grainy as hell, but it proves two things—one, the band never really received its due as originators of the OC punk sound, and two, as the new DVD footage confirms, they never lost their chops. Valuable stuff, across the board.

—Paul Gaita
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