“Alice Donut comes fresh off the streets of NYC's Lower East Side to rock the underground. They do so with a solidly grounded rhythm section and a twin guitar attack that move together, lashing out high-voltage garagecharged melodies and short, well chosen licks and riffs that can hit hard, thrash and burn, or kick up a twangy/bluesy SoCal rootsy feel. The personality of the band, however, lies in their oft-sharp, oft-non sequiter, oft-critical, oft-comical, oft-scuzzy, oft-graphically twisted lyrics, as delivered by Tomas Antona (who looked like a homeless Smurf at a recent gig. At times Tomas just punkishly blurts and spews his words, at others he grunts, speaks and just plain sings 'em, but he's most effective when he climbs into the high register and hits the nasal shrill tones that Johnny Rotten or Geddy Lee couldn't pierce if they cut their noses off. Wondering what he sings about? Howzabout "Mason Reese" (the Underwood deviled ham kid), "Green Pea Soup" (about Linda Blair), "World Profit" (an attack on the corporate and TVangelical worlds), "Tipper Gore" (easy prey, and probably why Jello signed these guys to his label), a cover of Donovan's "Sunshine Superman," and the S&M inspired "Bedpost," which contains the couplet "She might be the Marquis de Sade/But when she hits me I see God." Bring your own milk." - C.M.J.