Fricke's Picks: The Whore Moans, A New Ear Tonic

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It is hard to believe that no group copyrighted such a natural punk-band name before, but the Whore Moans, a four-piece from Seattle, have it now, and they don't waste it on their second album, Hello From the Radio Wasteland! (Mt. Fuji). The precedence flies thick and fast in "Nerve Tonic!" and "White Noise Melody" — Eighties-hardcore stripped-throat vocals, the angular art-riff assault, with prominent treble-ized bass, of Mission of Burma. But the Steven Tyler-like jabber in "Wall of a Song" is an unexpected hoot, and for all of the end-of-days fury in "Fingers and Martyrs" and "Here Comes America" (the latter is not a pretty sight), the Whore Moans are steadfast believers in loud-fast salvation, or what they call in one power-chord catapult, "The Holy Fucking Moment." This album has plenty.