Remember when George Bush the elder, in an effort to show he was a regular Joe Six-pack, swore he liked pork rinds? And what about all his posturing and whining, "I don't like broccoli. Just don't. Not gonna eat it". Remember that fuss? C'mon, George, if you really wanted to prove you were a beer-drinking, fun-loving, meat-and-potatoes kind of guy, you didn't have to hire consultants and go jet skiing and choke down the skin of dead swine for us. All you had to do was proclaim your undying love for Cement Head. We would have gotten the point.

Coming to you from Any Bar, USA, this three-piece outfit shoves it in your face with abandon. The professed influence of Hüsker Dü and Superchunk comes through loud and clear in each of these five catchy punk pop tunes. And each cut has an amazing alchemical effect: with just one listen, it can bubba-ize even the most uptight, Ivy League Washington insider. Can't you just see ol' President Bush on a campaign stop in some smoky bar back in '92, singing along with these boys from Brooklyn:

When you come and you go/
All your lights are on low/
I just wanna get stoned/
Taken sad with a girly mag/
Mono stereo/
Never really liked you/
Spite fucked you too.

Okay, maybe I'm thinking of the younger Bush singing these lines. Nonetheless, this is what rock n' roll's all about. I don't know about you, but sometimes I get this craving for a cheeseburger -- a greasy, sloppy, heart-seizing, love-handle-swelling, horrible-as-all-hell-for-you cheeseburger. I don't know why, but every few months I just need one to satisfy some need. That's what Cement Head is. It may be common. It may be greasy. It may be old hat. But something about its venerability and simplicity is just so damn satisfying. It's not for every day, but when you get that craving...by God, you just gotta have it.