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		For a long time, the Kiss Offs were at the top of my list of Bands I Want A Full Album From. Now I can be happy. Truly accomplished purveyors of the punk-pop phenomenon, the Kiss Offs combine blaring, sharp-edged guitar power, swaggering organ backing, jackhammer drums and a male/female vocal attack that'll singe your eyebrows off. They effing rock, mate. There's a healthy dollop of punk rock credibility spattered over every single song. "Dream Date" makes an indelible opening statement, sounding like the B-52s -- an inevitable comparison heightened by vocalist Katey Jones' use of dead-on Cindy Wilson vocal mannerisms -- cutting a horror movie soundtrack with Steve Albini behind the board. Slower-paced songs like "Hey Cowboy" possess a deadly undercurrent of mockery, supported by wan vocals and gobs of attitude. "Love's Evidence" appears to cop a "lyric" from "LaGrange", building it into a chorus of chugging guitars and droning organ, while "Bottle Blonge" struts, pouts and poses in the finest glam rock style. The exceptional "Kiss That Kills", so effective as a single, loses none of its impact when reproduced among the other stellar tracks here. As a perfect soundtrack to beach parties, yard parties, car parties or bedroom-trashing parties, Goodbye Private Life is already looking like one of the most indispensable discs of '99.
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The Kiss Offs Goodbye Private Life Peek A Boo CD
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