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Artist: Killdozer
Album: Intellectuals Are the Shoeshine Boys of the Ruling Elite / Snakeboy
Released: 1989
Label: Touch and Go
DISC #1/1 (63:16)
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01) Man of Meat
02) Pile Driver
03) Parade
04) Farmer Johnson
05) Ed Gein
06) A Man’s Gotta Be A Man
07) Dead Folks
08) Run Through The Jungle
09) King of Sex
10) Going To The Beach
11) River
12) Live Your Like You Don’t Exist
13) Don’t Cry
14) Cinnamon Girl
15) Gone To Heaven
16) Revelations
17) Burning House
18) Big Song of Love
19) Fifty Seven
Tracks 1-8 originally released on Bone Air in 1984.
Tracks 9-19 originally released as “Snakeboy” in 1985.
markprindle.com wrote:
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Intellectuals Are the Shoeshine Boys of the Ruling Elite:
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Totally rudimentary, but no less enjoyable for it. Michael’s voice is more of a scratchy redneck yelp than the full-bodied roar it would later become, but it’s still about eighteen hundred million times more pleasant than Sheryl Crow’s voice, so give him and me and yourself a friggin’ break and listen to the LP any old way. You’re bound to chuckle at the “For He’s A Jolly Good Fellow” aura of “Ed Gein” and bust a secondary male sexual organ dancing your life away to the amateurish notes and drum splatters that comprise the remaining seven tracks, one of which is a CCR cover!!!! This is clearly the band’s debut record but, ignoring the weak production, there’s a whole darn of a lot to enjoy here. It’s messy, unschooled, and twangy, but it’s still catchy, energetic, and at least kinda weird considering the state of popular music in 1984.
Snakeboy:
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Took me forever to finally get into it, but it was worth the wait. This is a young hyper splotch of poorly-recorded thumpadelic noise rock, much like the Butthole Surfers’ Psychic…Powerless…Another Man’s Sac, but sillier. The drummer’s all over the place, trying out stiff non-4/4 rhythms just to see what works (in the end, of course, it all does), and the guitar and bass are battling each other for melodic lead in a pre-Cows Cows-esque fashion. In words that are similar yet slightly differing from those I just penned, this is Killdozer at their least predictable, throwing out all kinds of pop, rock, noise, grunge, ugly violin bits, hypnotic repetitive jams, and lo-fi anthemic grandeur in a fun and haphazard fashion that they would soon abandon in favor of a strict adherence to heavy slow numbness (albeit catchy and entertaining heavy slow numbness).
By the by, you’ll probably enjoy Michael’s lyrics. Alternating between the wide-eyed innocent glee of “Going To The Beach,” the bitter cynicism of “Live Your Life Like You Don’t Exist,” and the warped dark humor of “Burning House,” they present a rather startling thesis on the state of the human mind, torn as it is between memories of youthful hope and awareness of adulterated sickness permeating through every core of our being or some crap. And the melodies are a gas too, once you figure out how they’re supposed to go!
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