The New Punk

Includes songs by Elliott Smith, Cat Power and the Geraldine Fibbers.

Drinking from Puddles, a new Kill Rock Stars anthology, is, more than

anything else, a state of the punk-rock union. A collection

of 22 live-in-the-studio (or over-the-phone) tracks from a Portland,

Ore., community radio show of the same name, the punk ethic is shot straight

through the disc, even if many of the songs avoid punk's standard sonic


Tying all these tracks together is the notion that you should make whatever

sounds you want to make, and if you deem it good, then so be it. The

selections run the gamut from the full-on hardcore of the Murder City

Devils' "Dance Hall Music," to Elliott Smith's solo acoustic "Everybody

Cares, Everybody Understands," to Pleasant Gehman's spoken word "Monsanto."

Pretty much every rock 'n' roll base is covered, and still the DIFY (Do

It For Yourself) spirit pulls the collection together.

On any collection there will be a few songs that reach out and grab you by

the throat. Drinking from Puddles definitely has its share, starting

with the late Jeffery Lee Pierce's solo "Lucky Jim." It's strong and

forceful while still maintaining the Gun Club's fevered haziness. The

brilliantly named Cadallaca (including Sleater-Kinney's Corin Tucker)

contribute "You're My Only One"

(RealAudio excerpt), a farfisa-driven confection that, despite

the murky mix weighing down most of the disc, sparkles with playful pop

force. You can almost see Paul McCartney bob his head from side to side

listening to it. Cindy Lee Berryhill's "Aquamarine"

(RealAudio excerpt) is cut from much farther down the same cloth; it's

dominated by something like a pump organ and two female voices and is

sticky like molasses, sweet and dark.

Nuggetsesque rock 'n' roll is provided by the aforementioned Murder City

Devils, along with the full-throated gospel stomp of Soul Junk's "Sweet to

My Soul" (RealAudio excerpt) and Dead Moon's "Graveyard." And there's plenty of avant-rock, too,

courtesy of Come, Hazel, Poison Idea and Madigan (which, despite being

"just" cello and vocals, is still definitely rock 'n' roll).

All in all, Drinking from Puddles has something for everyone who's

looking for something other than the same old thing. It's an adventurous

collection, one that's sure to turn off hard-core fans of a single genre

(you'd be hard-pressed to find feverish Cindy Lee Berryhill fans who are all

that fond of Crackerbash, for instance), but for those who are willing to

give punk a wide-open space to define itself, Drinking from Puddles

is a collection of many pleasures.