80-some-odd tracks from national and international acts that even flew under Lenny Kaye’s Nuggets radar but that a couple people thought worthy of preserving.
Eighty tracks from national and international acts that even flew under Lenny Kaye’s Nuggets radar, but Greg Shaw thought worthy of preserving for posterity.
Two discs of live Dead Boys is mebbe more than you’ll wanna listen to in one sitting. Maybe you could listen to one, then go out to a bar and get shitfaced.
A standard-setting self-destructive punk album, bringing out the raw, throat-shredding vocals of Stiv Bator and the fuck-overdubs guitarwork and skin-bashing.