Sore Throat – Unhindered By Talent
Three Seconds Long!!! This is the lp that really defined the micro-song as a valid and beautiful genre for me. The amount of noisy drunken fun on display here is overwhelming.
“Out of tunes guitars, with broken strings, unintelligable growls, and smashed drum sticks. Unhindered by talent, but we don’t give a fuck, if you don’t fucking like it, then tough fucking luck.”
There is so much spite and venom in the lyrics, I remember being a crusty peacepunk being shocked at the anger towards D.R.I. and other bands. I just wanted everybody to be happy…
The Molecatcher and A Bow To Capital makes for well deserved breathers in all the great feedbacky racket. Both unusual but great. I still need to know more about Pete Pax.