I got Sex Bomb Baby as a promo when I was in high school and I simply didn't get it - I thought "Ha Ha Ha" was a funny novelty song, but I didn't....get it. I saw FLIPPER in Norman, Oklahoma sometime around 1991 and still didn't get it (even though I knew it was important and I was supposed to get it). The next time I saw FLIPPER was at El Rio in San Francisco sometime in the early 2010s, I lasted a few songs but got to see a former coworker (a 60+ year old SF punk OG) throw a beer at them and tell them they should go back to shooting heroin (said former coworker was 'formerly alive' a few months later).
ANYWAY......
I only talk about my weird irrelevant and inconsequential relationship with FLIPPER because "Ca Ca (My Wall)" kinda hits me they way that the aforementioned encounters did. THE CAVEMEN are different though - it's FLIPPER for sure, but with THEE OH SEES and a splash of Albini (see: "Ritual") and THE SPITS for good measure, all presented on a tape that was duplicated on a pile of turds and eventually sinks into the depths of murk. It's okay to observe, young punks. It's okay to be curious and still not understand. Real freaks will remain distant - even from other freaks.
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