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Rating: The start is strooong, it continues even stronger, and one ends up not knowing where. Released in a few copies in September 1981 by Happy Squid, it is one of the ultimate compilations, not just for me.
When I think that in '81 I was 13, like my son today, I find myself endearing with that naïveté that accompanied me compared to the sinister opportunities spewed out by the system nowadays, where we barely heard the radio at home, and my pain was that no one thought of having a record player in the house to listen to LPs. And these guys were already making this music...
The degenerate, in the form of Warning Label, who rereleased this "from Southern California, Redondo Beach mini-scene" archaeology in 2005 on CD, adding just as many bonus tracks per group and the entire Happy Squid Sampler EP, earns a special headstone for this essential underground exhumation.
The jesting air of the punk veneer of the tracks aligns with the lightness acquired riding anomalous rock waves that scrape our skin with makeshift recordings. And the peeling caused by this tan is cynically sought.
"Recording were made in garages, bathrooms, or parking structures, wherever a particular band felt most comfortable. Today these recordings sound just as trashy as ever, but the tunes rock!" (Vitus Matare).
Rummaging through the trash, that is the real job of angels.
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