I
don’t get the no-fi production on this one at all. Sounds like the first
Misfits record blaring out of a blown, rusty speaker in the back of a ’77
station wagon that’s falling down the side of a mountain. It’s almost a
shame, as you can hear the propulsive, death-rattle rock n’ roll pumping
under the flaky wall of static, and it sounds fuckin’ awesome, like one of
those parties where some guy ends up banging a chick right there on the
floor in front of everybody, and some other guy pisses in a houseplant.
Except the party house is under a low-flying flight pattern, so instead of
the prom queen power-puking and the 100mph garage-punk sleaze of “Ain’t
Shit to Me” or “(I Know You Been) Runnin’ Around”,
all you hear is white noise. I know, all rock n’ roll is white noise, but
this is way noisier than usual. A shame, too, because I was really was
ready to shake. ________________________________________________________
I
don’t get the no-fi production on this one at all. Sounds like the first
Misfits record blaring out of a blown, rusty speaker in the back of a ’77
station wagon that’s falling down the side of a mountain. It’s almost a
shame, as you can hear the propulsive, death-rattle rock n’ roll pumping
under the flaky wall of static, and it sounds fuckin’ awesome, like one of
those parties where some guy ends up banging a chick right there on the
floor in front of everybody, and some other guy pisses in a houseplant.
Except the party house is under a low-flying flight pattern, so instead of
the prom queen power-puking and the 100mph garage-punk sleaze of “Ain’t
Shit to Me” or “(I Know You Been) Runnin’ Around”,
all you hear is white noise. I know, all rock n’ roll is white noise, but
this is way noisier than usual. A shame, too, because I was really was
ready to shake.