"Fuck this shit!" is the first phrase bellowed forth from Blue Tip's self-titled new album, and why not? Milquetoast indignation is just no damn good these days. The members of Blue Tip are seething mad, mad as hell. Just what they're upset about is unclear, as the lyrics are two-thirds personal and one-third dada, but the album still packs a punch. Blue Tip hums with the frequencies of low-burn anger, erupting in rhythmic spasms which wouldn't quite be appropriate for dancing. While it certainly has its roots in the D.C. hardcore sound, Blue Tip adds a slight bit of country—or, in come cases, a huge amount of country—to the mix, and a hint of ass-kicking Southern-fried vocals. The band can incorporate anything it wants, provided it continues to make records as good as this one.