This perfect marriage of punkpop and powerpop lasts 50 minutes, the exact amount of time I’ve been lamenting to my therapist cuz a comp like this didn’t exist.
A re-release of 30footFALL’s first full-length. Their second (I think) release, Acme-143, also on Fearless, is much more polished, tightened, and versatile.
Half the fun (the other is dancing vertically, horizontally, or bouncing around like a pinball in your car) is trying to peg the origin of the samples.
Greatasstits takes all the comp tracks, demo tracks, 7″ tracks, unreleased outtakes, and everything else and puts it all on one very, very long CD. It’s tits.
The singer’s got a voice like Gracie Slick, and she sounds like she sincerely means every word she enunciates about her gray sweatshirt with the hole in it.
Three records later and Vader have soaked up like so much bile, the work of all those New York and Florida technical deathsters, ingesting and learning it well.
They’re on Reznor’s Nothing label. But so’s Manson. The singer has a snotty, sneering voice, like The Divinyls, or maybe Wendy O. Williams with a head cold.