It's okay Pete--They make the playoffs every year... |
This album is crazy crazy crazy. Memphis crazy. It's a classic bluesy rock album recorded on horse tranquilizers with a budget of 149.95. There is a sort of grandiose confidence in the vocal deliveries of Scott Taylor. When he sings "I am the Mambo King" at the beginning of Skin Man Palace, I want to vote him into Congress. Every time I listen to this album, I like it a little more. A jauntily insane album, but it seems to proceed with its own brand of coherent logic, like you suddenly stumbled into a different dimension. The Grifters are compared to a huge assortment of bands, The Rolling Stones, Replacements, Guided By Voices, most notably. You could probably also compare them with Neil Young and Crazyhorse, Killdozer, Butthole Surfers, This Kind of Punishment, ZZ Top, Led Zeppelin, Gun Club, and the lo-fi stuff on the old New Zealand Xpressway label. Crappin' You Negative is dense yet with a lot of sonic diversity and once you start listening you need to hear the whole thing.
This is pretty much a one of a kind album--it's too bad it seems to be out of print. But I just did some looking and you can buy this directly at Shangri-La records for ten bucks. It's probably not for everybody, but with songs like Dead Already, Piddlebach, Junkie Blood and Get Outta That Spaceship and Fight Like A Man, you probably need this.
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