Reviewed by Raoul Hernandez, Fri., July 11, 2003
The EndsSorry ... XOXOXO (Pelado)
Punks don't especially care for being gobbed on anymore, but Austin's Ends have done just that recently, with a series of petroleum loogies like "I'm Sorry," "Jump Ship," and "Teenage Detox." Fleshing out assorted A- and B-sides with another half-dozen spitballs, Sorry ... X0X0X0 is a love letter to the glorious imperfections of punk rawk smear: blurry chord changes, blurry vox, blurry rhythm. The pie in yer eye, however, is crystal clear. Crys-tal. Three songs into their 37-minute set, the local fivepiece is pogoing on all cylinders, "Jump Ship" still the mutiny it was at 45 rpm. "Wrong" hammers home with a ferocious Pistol-whipping, while pirate-radio wannabe "Never Too Much" reserves a future spot on Rhino's Anarchy in Austin: The Red River Years. "Teenage Detox," meanwhile, continues hurting like dry heaves, and the uncontrollable urge of "Make Me Dull" is pure shock treatment (gimme gimme). Twelve foaming-at-the-mouth furies to make your head hurt the next morning, plus a bracing dose of Elvis Costello's "Radio Radio" as the unbilled 13th track. Make that a blurry dose of E, much missed on last year's locally loved Almost You: The Songs of Elvis, and make it lucky 13. The Ends are the right kind of bad news.