I don't think blues is a cursed music but it sure has a few problems.
My instinct tells me this, seeing characters like Blind Lemon Jefferson and Robert Johnson not having the easiest of lives, and here racism is irrelevant because I’m talking about something else.
The fact is, souls easily let themselves be contacted by the devil who at the side of the road, or at the crossroads (depending on what time you start playing the blues), offers blues as redemption, in short, it’s not exactly the music Jesus Christ would have played while wielding a cross-shaped guitar, a sort of Paleolithic Gibson, something similar to that strange thing the guitarist from U2 plays.
So, this blues, has also involved people like Nick Cave or these Gun Club, which are a nice and very niche group that has released a few records in its not very long career.
This I'm telling you about is the debut produced by Chris D.
A weird surname for a fantastic sound very violent, indeed Jeffrey Larry Pierce will not be happy and will do things his own way in Miami, the second album, while this is truly the debut.
Of punk, it has some vague reminiscences of the Ramones in the structure of the songs, but nothing like the Sex Pistols or similar stuff: the Gun Club are more abrasive and direct, they slightly resemble the Bad Seeds without Cave during 1986 or so.
The guitar plays the main role in supporting the notes Jeffrey plays and the singing is very sweet before becoming violent with direct but also poetic lyrics, in short, sonic peaks worthy of Jimi Hendrix and Pete Townshend.
The bass cannot be heard but it doesn't matter much in this album which surely isn’t very well-known but those few who know it, I'm sure will believe me when I say this is a masterpiece plain and simple.
Peace, brothers!
Until next time.
Jeffrey Lee Pearce was one of the toughest skins in Rock And Roll, one of those skins that we will never see around again.
"The Fire Of Love" bursts from your speakers as something highly original, irrepressible, and lustful...
Forget the boring and living-room sound of people like Eric Clapton or Steve Ray Vaughan, because here we are talking about the most overwhelming American blues.
An album that catapults us into rural America, made of ghosts, cowboys, whiskey, and women but with a mind projected into the sounds and cultural ferment of the post-punk era.
If the word "Blues" means "suffering" and if "Punk" translates to "filth," then this is the album that not only invents Punk-Blues but also represents its pinnacle.
The recording and production of this album is, for the type of music the GC proposes, simply PERFECT! It truly feels like being there with them in their rehearsal room.