Since punk rock was born — or at least since the Clash signed to a major label — disillusioned ex-punks have been pronouncing
it dead. Happily, that oft-repeated obituary hasn''t reached the basement of a south-side two-family flat, where a few dozen heads are bobbing to the Humanoids and only the occasional ringtone gives evidence that this is 2007 — and not 1997 or 1987. Who cares if you can barely
hear the singer through the jury-rigged PA? So what if you couldn''t make out the words in the shouted vocal blur, even if you could hear it? Between the twin-guitar buzz and frontman Tim Clarkson''s wall-climbing nerd gymnastics, there''s no mystery as to what the Humanoids are all about.