May 8, 2008

Tristan Prettyman, Hello
Whatshername, Elliot Spitzer’s hooker, did irreparable damage to the image of the Aspiring 20something Singer, but there will always be one or two college-agers showing up every fiscal quarter whose souls are old enough not to be black holes of nothingness. — Eric W. Saeger

The Plastic Constellations, We Appreciate You
Regardless of their having consigned themselves to the footnotes of indie-rock history by breaking up after this album’s release party (in the wake of a reportedly blow-doors performance at this year’s SXSW music conference), Minneapolis band Plastic Constellations prove for the ages that they had a good thing going.— Eric W. Saeger

Testament, The Formation of Damnation
Testament was one of San Francisco’s first coattail-riders of Metallica, and might have gotten a little more popular if singer Chuck Billy didn’t sound like James Hetfield’s least intelligent brother. — Eric W. Saeger