...and in the beginning there was Rock, then punk... but for them, it has always been Punk'n'Roll.
Towards the end of their long career, the New Yorkers locked themselves in the studio to gift themselves and us an album entirely of covers.
The tracks that make up this "Acid Eaters" are a tribute that our guys pay to their idols from the '60s when the teenage Ramones were filled with Surf Rock and Garage. The peculiarity of such an album is the strength with which the Ramones twist the original versions and present them to us in their best style, with their and only their "sound" that stands out as a trademark.
Another point in favor of the album is the clear intent to bring to the public's attention what were their main influences and which contributed to the birth of a ROCK INSTITUTION... namely the four helmets, all leather jackets and ripped jeans, known as The Ramones.
Twelve songs ranging from the Stones to The Who, Bob Dylan, passing through Animals and Ted Nugent, up to covering a "certain" Brian Wilson and reaching Jefferson Airplane.
An album - an invitation to dig back in time and research the original versions, to better appreciate (or less... de gustibus of course) the Ramones versions.
In short, inside here you'll find what was and what it became.
"SurfCity" that makes legs and hips move, making you surf on your home chair, an evergreen and very fast-paced "Substitute" enhanced by the presence of Mr. Pete Townshend on backing vocals.
"My Back Pages" confirms how CJ Ramone brought a breath of fresh air (and anger) to the Ramones sound towards their decline, a beautiful track in the most classic Hey-Ho quartet's approach.
Rock lives and does well... "The Shape of Things to Come" by Barry Mann and his wife, brought to success in 1968 by Max Frost & The Troopers.
And that's not all, but I won't tell you more. A must-have album for various reasons, musical culture, passion, or if you are die-hard Ramones fans, know well that this can be considered in all respects one of their albums given the involvement, fun, drive, and emotional charge contained in just over thirty minutes.
How did they say it... GABBA GABBA HEY!!!