BOHEMIAN BEDROCKS - I got nightmares
The grim faces of the Portnoy brothers are one of the most beautiful images of the neo-garage revolution of the 1980s. Side by side or apart, we would have found them on or in the covers of records by Fuzztones, Outta Place, Twisted, Optic Nerve, Headless Horsemen, Lone Wolves, Handouts. Those who roamed New York in the middle of that decade would have also seen them for a brief period dressed like dandies from the 19th century in a band called Bohemian Bedrocks playing small classics from a lost world like I Got Nightmares by Q65, She Lives by the 13th Floor Elevators, You’re Too Much by the Eyes, I Was Alone by the Exotics, Declaration of Independence by Count Five, and showcasing the already formed embryos of the fetuses later expelled with subsequent bands like I See the Truth or Ain’t That a Man, with borrowed instruments and rehearsal space.
The fruit of those few weeks of rehearsals, which for years were the Eldorado, the buried treasure of East Coast garage-punk, is being released after almost thirty years by Screaming Apple and still constitutes one of the best-preserved skeletons of that now very distant season.
A garage record in its typical 1980s sense, when neo-garage bands seemed like crews of pirates on a mission to probe the ocean in search of old, precious treasures submerged by time and waters, while we waited on the shore for the arrival of these immense ships bringing us joyful news and tangible evidence of distant eras.
One record, one band, immense.
The grim faces of the Portnoy brothers are one of the most beautiful images of the neo-garage revolution of the 1980s. Side by side or apart, we would have found them on or in the covers of records by Fuzztones, Outta Place, Twisted, Optic Nerve, Headless Horsemen, Lone Wolves, Handouts. Those who roamed New York in the middle of that decade would have also seen them for a brief period dressed like dandies from the 19th century in a band called Bohemian Bedrocks playing small classics from a lost world like I Got Nightmares by Q65, She Lives by the 13th Floor Elevators, You’re Too Much by the Eyes, I Was Alone by the Exotics, Declaration of Independence by Count Five, and showcasing the already formed embryos of the fetuses later expelled with subsequent bands like I See the Truth or Ain’t That a Man, with borrowed instruments and rehearsal space.
The fruit of those few weeks of rehearsals, which for years were the Eldorado, the buried treasure of East Coast garage-punk, is being released after almost thirty years by Screaming Apple and still constitutes one of the best-preserved skeletons of that now very distant season.
A garage record in its typical 1980s sense, when neo-garage bands seemed like crews of pirates on a mission to probe the ocean in search of old, precious treasures submerged by time and waters, while we waited on the shore for the arrival of these immense ships bringing us joyful news and tangible evidence of distant eras.
One record, one band, immense.
IlConte
4 apr 23
DeRank ™: 16,61
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