As former frontman for the short-lived, fondly-remembered '80s band Mary My Hope, the world may not know James Hall's name, but, in the spirit of Iggy, Bowie, Jim Morrison, Peter Murphy and Perry Farrell, that doesn't stop him from acting like they should, as every time he sets foot onstage he makes sure that all eyes are upon him. Like the best rock 'n' roll, it's all about the most unlikely thing happening at the best possible moment, as Hall busts out a trumpet or harmonica solo, strips to the waist or jumps off the stage - whatever it takes to send things over the top. "Illingness" would sound at home back in the days when Jane's Addiction opened up for Love And Rockets. Hall often mines the same moody, skinny, spastic, soulful shout as Ian Svenonious, and his vocal delivery is reminiscent of early, neurotic Tom Verlaine. But while one could talk all night 'til the candles burn down about Hall's possible or probable influences, the end result is something totally its own, and in this age of nothing new un