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KILL THE HIPPIES |
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Basically, the Kill the Hippies sound is trashy, one-string hardcore. When the chick sings (about a third of the time), they sound like a Nyquil snorting Riot Grrrl band, and when the dude sings, they make for a passable 70’s Midwest punk singles band, except for the times when they just sound like a bunch of drunken teenagers puking their guts up behind the barn. Which is a lot of the time. With a little constraint and editing, you could come up with a decent collection of songs here; sure, it’d be a 15 minute long comp, but I remember when brevity was one of punk rock’s greatest assets. As it is, there’s just too much junk-punk to wade through here. I did enjoy the half-written liner notes and fantastically ugly 7” cover repros in the booklet though, and I must applaud “Wheelchair Full of Old Men Records” for supporting Kill the Hippies through the lean times. But unless you are wistful for every single single you bought from the back pages of Maximum Rock N’ Roll ten years ago, you might wanna just let the hippies live in peace. _______________________________________________________ |
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-Sleazegrinder |
Everybody’s “legendary” these days. Yesterday’s throwaway,
slapped-together garage bands are today’s long-lost punk rock pioneers.
Like these guys. Kill the Hippies were a minor retard-punk blip from Ohio
in the early 90’s who managed, with cockroach-like tenacity, to keep
cranking out 7”-ers and demos and cassette-albums for almost a decade; and
now, lucky you, you get to sample seventy fucking seven of these Earthly
delights. It’s sort of like one of those pigpile Pagans comps, except, you
know, without the talent or the catchy songs.