If you lived in a small/er town or an out of the way place in the '80s and you wanted punk things then you looked to other punk things. You ordered a MINUTEMEN record because you liked BLACK FLAG. You might have snagged one of those mediocre SCREAM releases because you liked MINOR THREAT. And if you liked DEAD KENNEDYS and were combing an Alternative Tentacles catalog...? Well, you might have decided to take a chance on EVAN JOHNS & THE H-BOMBS. What?! Yeah, that's what sixteen year old me thought when I plopped that fucker on the turntable after getting my ass blown out by the BGK record in the same package. And now, three decades later, here I am listening to those fukkrs backing shockabilly art/blues freak Eugene Chadbourne on 1987's Vermin Of The Blues. I can't even describe it, and I don't even want to. John Trubee by way of John Zorn with a little John Hopkins thrown in the mix just because....shit is weird, y'all. And I'm here for it. I don't think my sixteen year old self could have handled it any more than that copy of Rollin' Through The Night that confused me back in 1987 or so....but I'm not my sixteen year old self anymore, so that's fine.
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