Friday, October 2, 2009
doctor comes in, pops a boner, and jacks off in her cap
92.
goat
the jesus lizard [touch & go, 1991]
Diamond Dave once said, "if you put a Van Halen album in your record collection, it will melt all the rest of your records." well, if you put a Jesus Lizard album in your collection, not only will it melt all the other sniveling, whimpering records, it will pulverize, disembowel, and castrate them, and then cackle maniacally while urinating on their grave. Goat heatbutts into the party with a Gang of Four-on-amphetamines-and-testosterone rhythm section: sky-cracking drums and deep, rumbling hellfire bass. the caterwauling, flesh-eating guitar stings and screeches like a rabid wolverine. then comes David Yow: possessed witch doctor; lobotomized lunatic; schizophrenic, drunken nihilist; leering, slobbering bum. his vocals are buried in mix, heightening his intensity and fervor; he's an alien ready to burst through a stomach, or a premature burial victim desperately clawing at his coffin. from his debauched lyrical concerns - prison rape, drowning, stupid motherfuckers who don't know how to housesit - and unmistakable yowl, he's among the most captivating frontmen EVER. it helps that the songs are just undeniably fucking good. "mouth breather" could have been a "modern rock" crossover in the paws of a less abrasive, less confrontational, less weird group. "nub" edges close to post-punk agit-funk, while "karpis" adopts a hiccupping twang. this record doesn't "rock" - people think bottom-feeding, scum-eating shills like Poison and Nickelback "rock." no, this record screams, spits, swaggers, and sprays blood, establishing a new archetype for groups who want to be simultaneously smart and brain-splattering.
bombastic intro moment: this record was produced/engineered/whatever by Steve Albini, which means each instrument is loud, crisp, and bone-rattling. though his two bands - Big Black and Shellac - didn't make the cut, through his production work, he was involved with more albums on the list than anyone: five out of the one hundred, or, 1/20th of the list.
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