Urge Overkill
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THE REVIEW

There was a time when Urge Overkill went down gracefully like a basalt boulder thrown directly from the summit of Everest.

The contract with Geffen (known as "Saturation") in the frantic search [for sales] of the new "Nevermind" and the subsequent cooptation of the astonishing Tarantino for the alluring contribution to the soundtrack of the fantastic "Pulp Fiction" was neither foreseen nor foreseeable.

To get an idea of what kind of wretched stuff spins inside these grooves, just say that this slender EP, containing five tracks, recorded by Steve Albini, provided them with the path [complete with blood red carpet] to enter into the Touch & Go (always praised) house: not exactly the last of the stars and stripes independent labels.
At least in those years.

Sure, there is a lot of physiological "youthful" sharpness and perhaps little care in the balances and arrangements of the tracks: someone might find them excessively bare and far too distant from the rock’n’roll smoothness achieved years later; a sound as tough as never again in the years to come: the attack of "My New Church" with that nice square bass, the pounded drums, and the scrambled vocals seem to point to a nice cross between Killdozer (for those who remember them) and the earliest Nirvana.

But (perhaps) it is precisely the, let's say, "authenticity" of these scattered little pieces that make them interesting and enjoyable even more than thirty years later.