''The time is ripe for pure dissent,'' snarls David Baerwald, as guitars screech and drums pound. Throughout Triage, his second album, Baerwald is ferociously without hope — a guy who reads the newspapers too closely, who thinks too much about corruption and war. The result is carefully crafted singer-songwriter material played at full rock & roll blast. ''I dream assassination/I hallucinate cash,'' he yells on ''AIDS & Armageddon,'' ''I'm afraid of my own future/I'm disgusted by my past.'' Raucous, worldly, bitterly funny, this is the sound of one man outraged that there's so much cruelty in the world. ''Am I alone in this? Am I alone?'' he howls over and over on ''The Waiter.'' Hope not, Dave. A-
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