At times, they out-Stooge the Stooges with their metal-grinder meets spin-cycle guitars. The harmonica and swampy rockabilly feel reminds me of Blues Explosion.
Among the inventors of crust. This is a marginally listenable live recording from ’83, four unreleased studio tracks, and outtakes from the UK/DK soundtrack.
A short, bitterly transcendent fiction piece entitled “Why I Ate My Wife” by M. Gira of Swans, and an interview. A fanzine, sometimes marshmallowy positive.
Even though these bands would go on to release some landmark material, no one has before or since released a record of such concentrated explosive punk energy.
Frantically inspired scratchings and wailings from the scuff zone. Ostensibly the best of underground aural abrasion, primarily from the USA and Japan.
The Bottle Rockets may sound a little too reminiscent of middle-aged mom heartthrob rock, e.g., the Bruces Hornsby and Springsteen. Look a little deeper.
Space Needle are not boring pop. They’re one of the most satisfying and challenging bands around, and if the pop’s there, it’s anything but ostentatious.
They brought us Sabbath, Priest, Motörhead, but have been relatively silent in the metal category recently. It took a black lesbian skinhead to stand apart.