While I do think "Calling Killafornia” would have been a more amusing album title, San Clemente’s Killing California clearly aren’t particularly concerned with fun and frivolity, letting loose a fairly brutal punk rock assault on the forthright No Pentagrams, No Crosses. So much for gimmicks; the band spends most of their time grinding through 10 songs of hardcore street punk à la later day Unseen or Cheap Sex but without a mohawk or charged spikes in sight. A little more technical than the average three-chord punk band, Killing California wields some nice guitar work on the unrestrained opener "Now I’m You” and almost psychobilly sounding "Blame Bukowski.”