The angry quaver that is Crucifucks frontman Doc Dart has come back from what seems to have been a positively shitty 10 years off. His original guitarist retired; his original drummer joined some NYC trust-fund-art-hipster-double-latte-poseur band called Sonic Youth or something; and he got himself sued by the Philadelphia Fraternal Order of Police. Now that's punk! And so is L.D. Eye, a blistering, anthemic rant that isn't afraid to slap guitar squeals and Dart's unearthly screech around seven tracks covering hard issues like the IRA, the Oklahoma City bombing, police brutality or the healing power of suicide. ("But Christ would now agree/Don't get yourself nailed to a tree.") Now that's punk! And hell, if Dart wants to belt out a song of bitter, unrequited, evil love for the weather girl, there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it. He's Doc Dart of The Crucifucks, after all, and that's punk.