I missed the one and only LP from Los Angelesâ€™ L.A. DRUGS when it came out in 2003 (update: I am told in the comments below that they were from Boston, whoops) â€“ it existed first as a CD-R and later was put out as a one-sided affair on Twisted Village. It has the potential to both anger and dazzle all comers, given that itâ€™s simultaneously one of the most annoying and yet most crazed and unhinged, dirty, noisy, lo-fidelity records Iâ€™ve ever heard. I think they were around for less than a year, tops. Obviously they found a lot of comedic value in early 80s LA punk (as we all do), given that the album is bookended with verbal clips from â€œThe Decline of Western Civilizationâ€ (â€œI swear, I hate cops to the MAXâ€) and the Germsâ€™ final show (â€œWeâ€™ll see you all at Oki Dogâ€). The singer has a bratty, whining tweener voice that she uses to fine effect on tracks like the ones Iâ€™m posting for you today â€“ sorta like what one might have called a quote-unquote â€œriot girlâ€ fifteen years ago, but even more annoying. The band exudes learning-to-play confidence, utilizing cheapo keyboards, fucked-up guitars, and all manner of crashing & bashing to get their point across. It sounds like a goddamn lights-out teenage pajama party with peanut butter smeared all over the floor and pharmaceuticals piled high in punchbowls. See what you think by clicking the links below.