How I envy those who have yet to listen to this album...
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, unattainable by anyone else.
The cover of "Preaching the Blues," practically unrecognizable, will leave you breathless with its endless pauses and restarts that could break Robert Johnson's neck. One of the 10 best covers in history!
"She's Like Heroin to Me" will have you singing along by the second listen, imitating the howl of a lustful wolf in mating season by Jeffrey Lee Pierce. You will look ridiculous while he will be the alpha growling at you to step aside.
"For The Love of Ivy" is the serenade of a lover who experiences love as a consuming, destructive curse that drives one insane; a dirty affair made of sex, sweat, drooling saliva, and underwear to throw away. Someone should let Pausini and lovers of those sugary love songs with Catholic action lyrics that seem to be written by priests or nuns listen to it.
There are still a whole string of unforgettable tracks to listen to with JLP's voice on them, a high-as-a-kite preacher screaming and sighing to us about heroin, erections, and visceral love.
A final consideration: the recording and production of this album [Chris D, of Flesh Eaters fame, and Tito Larriva, whom you know if you love R. Rodriguez’s films] is, for the type of music the GC proposes, simply PERFECT! It truly feels like being there with them in their rehearsal room, sitting and staring at Pierce as he sings and moves like a shaman drunk on cheap Whiskey.
Get hold of this masterpiece and place it next to the records of the Cramps, Barracudas, Meat Puppets, Los Lobos, X, Flesh Eaters, and all those artists who in the '80s knew how to take the roots of American music and graft them with the most visceral and sincere punk.
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.
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.
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.