Saturday, June 26, 2010
Few albums set me on a world search back in the day, but this was one of them. Long out of print on CD, I searched every record shop in NYC ritualistically and put feelers out in California & Seattle. So desperate was I to have this album on disc, I brought my vinyl copy to a professional sound engineer in Manhattan to make a near flawless transfer of the record. Of course the album was re-released on Quarterstick Records like, 5 years after that ordeal and I stumbled upon a copy in a local Borders bookstore. The point being, not many people care for their music enough to go to such great lengths in order to preserve the songs they hold dear. And that is part of the problem as to why music has become a hollow throw-away commodity.
The album itself is an excellent example of Chicago Punk at it's finest. From the raw guitars to the battering drums that would make The Clash proud, this album, along with their release Throb Throb are time capsules that recall the importance of making music as well as the importance of truly listening to it. Has a kick ass live version of The Stiff Little Fingers "Suspect Device" that far outshines the original in my opinion. It's easily purchased these days but for me it was an unattainable treasure that long eluded my well worn bin flipping fingers. The journey in finding it could never be conveyed nor replaced by a "Click Here To Download" button. So ya'll missed out on that. Also gives you some insight as to why I take this art form seriously.
Posted by : Fawlty Koffee : at 1:13 AM