The Chesterfield Kings - Selfish Little Girl
In my opinion, they are phenomenal, but they are too perfect, too clean. Impeccable sound, probably the "best" at this. Indeed, they are amazing on covers, a bit less in my opinion on their own tracks, sometimes lacking the necessary garage "bite." In this album, there are 4 or 5 pieces of exceptional quality, while others are decidedly anonymous...
The cover was a harbinger of doom.
If on the debut album, which dropped anchor in the hidden bay of sixties garage punk, you could see the reincarnation of the Blues Magoos, and on the subsequent masterpiece a snapshot of the Stones from the Brian Jones era, on the cover of Don’t Open Til Doomsday, the Kings looked like an anonymous proto-hard band from the eighties, complete with smoke behind them and t-shirts of questionable taste. Turning the cover over, here came the name of Dee Dee Ramone. For purists of the garage scene, it was almost a spit in the face.
The Chesterfield Kings are not the only ones feeling the squeeze of a scene that continues to celebrate itself until it becomes grotesque. Miracle Workers, Sick Rose, Fuzztones, Morlocks, Creeps, Untold Fables, Fourgiven are similarly distancing themselves from the theocratic concept that sees garage punk music completely impervious to what has been musically experimented since 1967 onwards.
They have dug into the beat cemetery, and now that they're starting to feel the first signs of exhaustion, they have struggled to lift their backs and have seen that there is so much more to dig up and bring out. There are the Ramones, there’s folk rock, there are the MC5, there’s Johnny Thunders. And soon there will also be the New York Dolls, Aerosmith, Delta blues, Jan & Dean, and the Beach Boys. They already knew that.
Only, caught up in that grave-digging work, they had forgotten it.
What reminds them are the hundreds of concerts that have become an increasingly impossible (and unfair, because the Kings play like no one else did back then, NdLYS) competition to see who could play the most obscure covers or who could better cover The Witch by the Sonics. But Greg and Andy are no longer having fun in that water park where the pools are no longer sanitized and the water has become stagnant.
In my opinion, they are phenomenal, but they are too perfect, too clean. Impeccable sound, probably the "best" at this. Indeed, they are amazing on covers, a bit less in my opinion on their own tracks, sometimes lacking the necessary garage "bite." In this album, there are 4 or 5 pieces of exceptional quality, while others are decidedly anonymous...
The cover was a harbinger of doom.
If on the debut album, which dropped anchor in the hidden bay of sixties garage punk, you could see the reincarnation of the Blues Magoos, and on the subsequent masterpiece a snapshot of the Stones from the Brian Jones era, on the cover of Don’t Open Til Doomsday, the Kings looked like an anonymous proto-hard band from the eighties, complete with smoke behind them and t-shirts of questionable taste. Turning the cover over, here came the name of Dee Dee Ramone. For purists of the garage scene, it was almost a spit in the face.
The Chesterfield Kings are not the only ones feeling the squeeze of a scene that continues to celebrate itself until it becomes grotesque. Miracle Workers, Sick Rose, Fuzztones, Morlocks, Creeps, Untold Fables, Fourgiven are similarly distancing themselves from the theocratic concept that sees garage punk music completely impervious to what has been musically experimented since 1967 onwards.
They have dug into the beat cemetery, and now that they're starting to feel the first signs of exhaustion, they have struggled to lift their backs and have seen that there is so much more to dig up and bring out. There are the Ramones, there’s folk rock, there are the MC5, there’s Johnny Thunders. And soon there will also be the New York Dolls, Aerosmith, Delta blues, Jan & Dean, and the Beach Boys. They already knew that.
Only, caught up in that grave-digging work, they had forgotten it.
What reminds them are the hundreds of concerts that have become an increasingly impossible (and unfair, because the Kings play like no one else did back then, NdLYS) competition to see who could play the most obscure covers or who could better cover The Witch by the Sonics. But Greg and Andy are no longer having fun in that water park where the pools are no longer sanitized and the water has become stagnant.
IlConte
25 mar 23
DeRank ™: 17,75
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