EVE MOON (Capitol):: Capitol may have signed her off the streets of New York but Moon�s years in the clubs probably had a bigger part in forming her heard-it-all-before rock style. She�s better at it than many, belting out healthy, hearty hard stuff like she means it (and she probably does), but there�s really nothing here to write home about...so I won�t. M.D.

PLASTICS (Island) ::This record is so fantastic, lovers, I can barely talk about it, which is not surprising, as the Japanese hepcats who made it seem to speak better English than I do, as is. The Plastics are a brilliantly reconstituted sonic sizzlean of prime cuts from the B-52�s, James White, Iggy, Abba, etc., chopped fine & stir-fried up as per yer fave Jap steakhouse. Wildyslanteyed lyrics, in post-idiomatic American (as noted), sorta like the best rejects from Lou Reed�s wastebasket slashed up and reassembled by a yellqw-period Brion Gysin, plus functional one-word song titles (where applicable). File these rhythmic Hondamatics under �Worlddisco� if you gotta go (go now!) R.R.