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“It seems fitting that Moral Crux would be one of the first bands inducted into the F & L Hall of Fame. They along with the Spent Idols were one of two bands who kick-started my love affair with the ‘77 punk sound, which has spanned 17 years and counting. It was 1995, and I mail-ordered a copy of I Was A Teenage Teenager by Moral Crux after seeing it advertised in Maximum RocknRoll. It’s kind of a cliché thing to say, but my life would never be the same. It’s not quite accurate to call Moral Crux part of the ‘77 punk revival, as they’d actually been around since 1983. But getting into Moral Crux, Spent Idols, etc. really got me started on the path that would lead me to so many of the bands I’d later become associated with as a reviewer. Before there was the Dimestore Haloes or Stitches or Stiletto Boys or Dead End Cruisers, there was Moral Crux. Track down all their albums. You won’t be disappointed.”
“Pop Culture Assassins: LP Extraordinary re-release alert! On super heavy and colored (half black, half white—it’s crazy!) vinyl, no less! Lookout released this in 2003, but I don’t recall it being released on vinyl. (Record nerds, please issue a correction letter, if needed!) But let’s stop beating around the bush! If you don’t like Moral Crux, THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU. And not in the cool, “Man, I was weird in high school” way. No, in the legitimately wrong, fan-of-Eddie-Vedder kind of way. In fact, I plan to be filing an amicus brief before the International Criminal Court, which is currently investigating the criminal nature of this band’s underrated stature! Moral Crux have continually done what some might have thought impossible: create the perfect combination of political punk and pop punk.. If you haven’t heard the song “Firing Squad,” then you need to put down your Cherry Coke and Wii controller and take a rickshaw down to your local record store”
“Moral Crux are a strong ten year-old pop punk band out of Ephrata, WA and it seems only about ten people in the 9 million that populate the nuclear bomb-blasting area of LA took notice, which is a shame. Politically charged, severely (almost criminally) underrated, I suspect they'd have a much more receptive audience touring with the likes of the Queers, but I enjoyed the set quite a bit. The lead singer's the visual centerpiece, jumping, creeping, swinging around, but strangely, I just kept on looking at his hands. His skin was the color of natural toothpaste, almost albino, but his hands became more and more pink as the set progressed, like he was soaking them in hot, hot water doing dishes, instead of playing in a band. What I also noticed was the bassist was phenomenal, transforming a rather simple rhythm section into a fell webbing of sound that was fuller and more satisfying than ass-simple pop-punk.”