Raooul – Jail-bait Core (1990-something)

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First of all, how upset am I that I can’t find the original release year of this album. I looked all over the cd and cd-cover but it wasn’t there and the information on the web is totally wrong (I’m pretty sure I didn’t time-travel in 1995 to acquire a cd that was released in 2001). But oh well, suffice it to say, it came out sometime before December 1995 cuz that’s when I got it for christmas.

Second of all, this is actually a split cd with a British band called Skinned Teen. I had a bit of a dilemma trying to decide how to review a split and decided I really just want to talk about Raooul, so that’s what’s going to happen. Perhaps Skinned Teen will find themselves on here later.

Enough pre(r)amble. I read about this band before I heard them and ordered the cd by mail from Lookout Records mostly just because this was a group of high school girls – girls my own age (at the time) – playing punk rock and actually signed to a label and I thought that was pretty cool. I wouldn’t say that I had low expectations, but I thought of them more as a curiosity than anything else.

So, quality-wise this is not what you’d call an extraordinary album. It was pretty poorly recorded – probably on a non-existent budget – so the sound is not great. And as musicians, the ladies aren’t exactly skilled. But what they lack in that sort-of lightning in a bottle talent, they more than make up for in the sense of creativity and fun they convey.

The best part of the album is that you can hear them laughing in almost every song. They don’t take themselves too seriously and instead of trivializing the music, it actually strengthens it. They possess a confidence to take risks and draw the listener in on the joke. In Miguel they make merciless fun of their friend the way most dudes do of each other. Rotten Dead Monkey is a shrieky good time. And Masturbatory Song reminds me of every dumb kid trying to look cool in high school: “I drink beer, smoke pot, drop acid, do lines, I shoot up, take speed…I’m not lying.” And as a closing tune, “I had Jesse Blatz,” is a standout. There’s something delightfully indulgent about the idea that any of these girls could take a punk icon and make him her bitch. So fun.

I don’t love Dark Coffee House or Spirit of ’78, but that’s mostly cuz they’re less funny. I don’t want to give the impression that this is a comedy album, either. They’re not out to be Weird Al, in fact, I’d compare them more to what The Offspring do silliness in their music. But I appreciate Raooul most for their sense of humor.

All in all, a fun listen, but not a regular rotation kind of album. It’s nice for road trips, particularly on the way to see a punk show, like a good warm-up act in case the actual warm-up act sucks.

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