Wow, who knew there were this many Kelleys, glowing quietly and rather brilliantly on this rangy charmkin of an album? Ghosts of folk rock's past and allusions to one-man bands and acid-laced dreamers – (smog), Leonard Cohen, Rufus Wainwright, Nick Drake, Lou Reed, and even Roky Erickson – dance through your head as you listen to Antique Glow. And the title is the worst thing about this album, though you have to admit it somehow gives off the same obligatorily warm and cozy feelings conjured up by, say, a well-polished and lovingly preserved 19th-century highboy or an Alamo Square Victorian.

Here Stoltz embodies a place – maybe San Francisco, maybe the Bay Area beach at sunset, dotted with traffic cones, that decorates the album's cover – if not a specific time, while drifting easily from '60s-style garage rock and Love-like psychedelia to '70s-ish Velvet Underground blues rock and '60s-and-'70s-via-the-'90s indie rock minimalism. It may sound as glib and hoary as your average love song, but Stoltz has arrived, as inevitable as the tide. Welcome to his San Francisco, with hand-painted LP covers to boot. Kelley Stoltz plays a CD-release party Sat/11, Cafe du Nord, S.F. (415) 861-5016. (Kimberly Chun)

Eddie Haskells
It's Going Down (Hubcap 'n Wheel)

Oakland's Eddie Haskells serve up five hot nuggets of snarling, swaggering '77-style punk on the It's Going Down EP that'll have you shoehorning on your old bondage pants to see if you can still pogo in them without splitting the seams. The bright, sharp guitar that opens "I've Got the Message," and the CD, reminds me of Stiff Little Fingers, whereas the song's rocking leads recall Social D. Dead Boys vocalist Stiv Bators's ghost is resurrected on the EP's standout, "Steal and Squeal," a growling lament à la "I Need Lunch." "Trouble with girls today, they don't wanna feel," Paul "Cutty" Narvaez barks over lead guitarist Ron Apple's variant of Johnny Thunders's "Subway Train" riff. "So they won't give it up – they just steal and squeal." Maybe it's not the most P.C. sentiment in the world, but the Eddie Haskells' sound and stance hearken back to a time when punk seemed to have the honest, if somewhat juvenile, aspiration of pissing off everyone, equally.