The D4

The D4

6Twenty (Flying Nun) Australia and New Zealand have been the home of some really great punk rock in the past. Really great. Radio Birdman, the Saints, the Scientists, Celibate Rifles, Lime Spiders, New Race -- the list goes on. If you're not up on Aussie punk, you're not worth your Doc Martens. That's quite a pedigree to live up to, but D4 fits right in with that sort of company. You gotta love any band that opens their album with a song called "Rock & Roll Motherfucker" and, better yet, pulls it off. Titles like "Party" and "Come On!" say it all; no great lyrical statements here, just some really furious rock that lands somewhere between New Zealand and Detroit, with plenty of post-Chuck Berry guitar solos and frenetic riffs that fermented in the garage for too long. This balls-out aggression cries for full-volume playback where the cheap beer is flowing, the furniture's getting knocked over, and the cops are on the way. It almost goes without saying that the D4 kick the Vines, Hives, and White Stripes right square in their trendy asses. (Emo's Main, Thursday, March 13, 11pm)