Sometimes rock and roll seems to get stuck in a rut, but The New Madness bring fresh life to a sound that was old before they were born.

Human Impact (Ipecac Recordings). Review by Scott Adams.

Endless (Riding Easy). Review by Bob Pomeroy.

Nearly two hour documentary focusing on Amphetamine Reptile Records, responsible for releasing some of the noisiest punk-inspired music in the ’90s, including Helmet, Melvins, and Tar.

Into Darkness (Southern Lord). Review by Matthew Moyer.

A mixture of interview audio and incidental footage, About A Son allows rockdom’s left handed martyr to tell his own story. Matthew Moyer appreciates the minimalism.

All the Waters of the Earth Turn to Blood (At A Loss Recordings). Review by Matthew Moyer.

The Unkindness of Crows (Southern Lord). Review by Matthew Moyer.

Shrinebuilder (Neurot Recordings). Review by Matthew Moyer.

In author Pete Blecha’s new examination of the gnarled roots of Seattle rock music, he posits that it all started with the slurred words “Louie Louie.” Scott Adams obviously approves.

Shut Up and Bleed (Atavistic Records). Review by Matthew Moyer.

Monoliths and Dimensions (Southern Lord). Review by Matthew Moyer.

Greg Prato’s new oral history of Seattle music (or “grunge” to you and me, bucko) strikes the right balance between bratty humor and pathos, thinks Matthew Moyer. And was the bassist from Guns N’ Roses really in the Fastbacks? Read on,,,

Big Business delivered a ::beep:: of a rock show in Jacksonville, according to Scott Adams , even if the majority of the audience was too busy texting one another to have realized it.

Punctuated Equilibrium (Southern Lord). Review by Matthew Moyer.

Six (Crucial Blast). Review by Matthew Moyer.

Ample Fire Within (Southern Lord). Review by Matthew Moyer.

Nude With Boots (Ipecac). Review by Matthew Moyer.

Rip your shirt off and check out Iggy Pop’s shake appeal… Scott Adams tells Ink 19 The Stooges are really big in Belgium right now.

Legendary proto-grunge nihilists in “having fun” shock! Scott Adams wouldn’t have believed it either. The proof is in the pudding with this archival release of vintage Flipper concerts.