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Divit
Broadcaster (Nitro)

Antioch pop punk quartet Divit broadcasts their career intentions – loud and clear – on their Nitro debut. Propulsive enough to satisfy the Warped Tour warriors and polished enough to smooth the rough edges of a Hot Topic shopping experience, the Gilman Street Project favorites are obviously making a bid for hearts, minds, and playlists with their jump up from Berkeley's Coldfront Records to that well-funded '90s paradox, the major-indie label. How ironic then – and a little predictable – that Divit's Coldfront debut, Tension, breathes with so much more liveliness than Broadcaster. Here the band soups up a sleek brand of modern rock more Foo Fighters than Green Day, more Weezer than Rancid. In other words, the whole affair has the whiff of punk-by-committee – highly self-conscious product that hammers out the distinctive glitches, compresses the vocals flatter than sheet metal, and manages to transform the guitars and drums into the museum-quality '00 equivalent of Def Leppard's mechanistic pop metal. Of course, that doesn't mean Divit lack a heart beating beneath the proper pop sheen: covocalist-guitarist and songwriter Mick Leonardy pleads with a buddy bent on self-destruction on "William," bitterly bids an ex success on "No Regrets," and bellows against everyday ennui on "Tomorrow" and "So Very Ordinary." It's enough to make you wonder: Are these toe-tapping yet airless productions the only mainstream pop cultural response to manly angst – the only way to make men's emotions, or, if you insist, emo rock – commercially palatable? Divit play Sat/28, Six Flags Marine World, Vallejo. (415) 402-6700; Oct. 2, Blakes, Berk. (510) 848-0886. (Kimberly Chun)

Spider Compass Good Crime Band
Vultures Serenade with Human Organs (Magnetized Spider Legs)

Like a rare breed of futuristic organ-grinders, Spider Compass Good Crime Band are self-described "organ vultures," who pick apart every last sound in those bony keys and trachial pipes, then carry them to a land far, far away, where they are digested into songs that could be played at a happy church with Lenny Dee at the drawbars and Throbbing Gristle at the pulpit controlling Dr. Frankenstein's synthesized weather machine. The two organ creatures play off each other like a Lennon and McCartney of the sixth dimension on their first release, Vultures Serenade with Human Organs, using the Optigon and keyboards to spit out brilliant moments of klezmer, marching band, lounge, film score, carillon, and pure noise carrion. Brief spurts of human voices creep up toward the end of the hour-plus CD, making you wonder if it's live or if it's Optigon. Either way, Vultures Serenade is kooky, spooky, a little ooky, and perhaps the most original dissection of a life soundtrack I've heard all year. Get it at Amoeba Music on Haight Street or through Subterranean Records (www.subterranean.com). (M.P. Klier)