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Rating: The fathers of emo?
No. It's hardcore school. Records to be touched with veiled hands.
Loud and smiling songs against our conformist face. No band, in 1991, in the noise hardcore scene, divinely fused the 70s and the present.
But there's also the future.
A square and precise bass that marks the main road to follow. Rick Farr's voice is tormented and anguished, at the same time rich in pathos and soul, two elements still present in the music of the Nineties.
Many people got involved in math rock and slow core, but only Codeine, Low, Bitch Magnet, and Don Caballero could feel satisfied. They indeed marked this cultural decade.
An album that can even interest Steely Dan fans. You find everything in it. Rock'n'roll, genre manifestos, the offbeat track, and some throwaways ("Good Luck In Jail" and "Step On Chameleon").
On "Future Home Of Stucco Monstrousity," they panic in a direction that doesn't belong to them. Perhaps they wanted to show off with some percussive "Don Cabarellata." Originality, fortunately, is found in "Spikes To You," a formidable lesson on how not to necessarily make chaos. Only Sonic's "Goo" will manage to combine harmony, delirium, and composure. The latter derives precisely from the acid jam of the West Coast, the spiritual mother of many guitarists from the Eighties.
"O Pencil Sharp" signifies that this album doesn't just have the arrogance to show only one genre. The beauty lies in the richness. So catch the ten-minute agony colored with darkness. A minimal, dark start, with small no wave twists with the guitar. After five minutes, you collide with the saturated fuzz mantra.
Other surprising highlights are "Turn It Off," a battle between panic and inner peace, and the anthemic "Caress" and "If It Kills You." These last two are the winning cards for Drive Like Jehu. The first inaugurates the debut with the clash between feedback, noise, and Farr's desperation. The second is enriched by a knowledgeable post-punk bass and the chameleonic mastery of the entire ensemble.
Now let your ears read.
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 Spikes To You (00:00)
'A' frames, statuettes, sunset magazine
they're lining up to do their jobs but i swear to god i seen:
bits and guts and pieces hanging from the trees
Stumpy mow the lawn, c'mon, ya gotta bare piece a' ground.
Pour some concrete, buy a sofa, lay yer body down
your kids are fucking in your garbage
they're waiting for your job
got the mouths around your paycheck
got joyticks for your saws.
03 Step On Chameleon (00:00)
You wanna fist, you wanna ride,
go to school so you can hide,
step on the bus be rewarded,
get off last & yer retarded,
last off, last in line,
chameleon doin' fine,
second hand will tick,
pancake batter gettin' thick,
cut my finger on a butter knife,
watch the blood flow down just like
the blood i see on yer hands.
Bloody foot print swollen tongue,
scaly skidmark better run,
bitter swallow get you numb.
What is gold? Silverbullets.
05 Atom Jack (00:00)
Rats, Handfulla silvers, I just wanted to hop your fence, I wanted to wade,
I wanted to wallow, I wanted somebody to rub my neck. Yeah, you should be
happy to see me, be glad that I'm not dead. I tokk your bullet, anyone
notice? Noone was thrilled to see me again. - Dream your dreams, you'll
wanna take them back, nobody gives a f**k about what you see. You split
your last atom, Atom Jack.
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