first time repress of this lost art punk gem out of WisconsinÂ
-pressed in an edition of 500Â
-officially licensed release
Even given the vantage point of several decades worth of antagonisms on conservative â€œPunkâ€ eardrums, countless poorly-printed fanzines championing all manner of anti-social sound/performance and the Internet more or less rendering nothing, past or present, unbelievable, some records are still hard to wrap oneâ€™s ugly mug â€˜round. Like this one right here, frâ€™instance! What is this strange, acerbic music and how did it come out of the early Eighties Wisconsin Hardcore Punk scene? Sure, there are plenty of near contemporary comparisons, regional bands lost to the mists of tyme who imbibed early Fall singles like they were manna (Iâ€™m lookinâ€™ your way Art Phag, Easter Monkeys, Y Front), but itâ€™s really a pretty strange document for the time and place, with allah the prime skiffle â€˜n thump of God Bless The Red Crayolaâ€¦ as interpreted by The 49 Americans were they really, well, American, and adding a supersized dose of Flipperâ€™s drone/dirge to the pot for good measure. â€œHideous Plastic Flowersâ€ sounds like Blight or Church Police covering Hasil Adkins. The instrumental â€œReflective Reformationâ€ wasted-ly approximates Country Joeâ€™s first via the same route Andrew Klimek took to Van Vilet, and truthfully, these guys would have made much more sense rolling â€˜round the CLE (or maybe Akron on a track like â€œLiquid Lunchâ€) gutters than from where they actually sprang, though a catalog # reading Thermidor or Subterranean wouldnâ€™t be out of place either. God, that bass tone; what a ridiculous, glorious, throbbing wet fart, and finally providing an answer to the eternal question: â€œWhat if the Fuckinâ€™ Flyinâ€™ A-Heads recorded a whole album?â€ The de-railed Seeds cover opening Side B lends some credence to the notion that, as much as Hollywood Autopsy were an Art Punk concern (and one of considerable menace and aplomb) they also drank from the same trough of nocturnal Proto-Punk pessimism as Vertical Slit and the like. I donâ€™t know how much further I can spew over this thing, I mean every track sounds better than the last, a tasteful and primitive blend of deconstructed Rockabilly, battered free Psychedelia and generally inimical art provocation that only increases in potency the more its contents sibilate about your paltry brain. Ostensibly a college project of University of Wisconsin Madison students who disbanded after a few shows, zines and cheap recording sessions with a future member of Garbage (!), and would go on to legit academic/art careers and work with such local legends as Killdozer and Tar Babies, one off reunions happen from time to time, but no recordings outside of this single, shimmering platter exist. First time reissue of any kind offered up here, and by far the most fiscally sound option, lest youâ€™re keen on walking, biking, driving or flying over to Manitowoc, WI to hunt in crusty bins for an OG. And besides, we all know thatâ€™s not sustainable; do you really think the band that wrote â€œStanding Naked in the Carnivalâ€ would want such a thing?
-Thomas DeAngelo/ April 2014
This product was added to our catalog on Monday 21 July, 2014.