21 September 2017

THE FUCK SHIT UPS


I'm guessing from the 909 area code that these mutants called California's sun baked Central Valley home, but once you hear the vocals crack and squeak in the pure energy burner "RnR Salvation," you won't fukkn care where it comes from. Raw and primal garage hardcore punk, the kind of punk that either happens in a cultural void, in the pre-punk 1970s....or, hopefully, in a sweaty basement. Hearing the tom heavy rumble of "Teenage Riot!" segue into "I Threw A Chair Out The Window" is total perfection, and the 38 seconds of "Stunt My Growth" that follows should be presented by scholars and historians to civilians and looky-loos as an example of how punk is supposed to make you feel - because that's more important that how it sounds. Six bangers in five minutes, the return on time investment is shockingly high today. 

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