I think I bought Never Mind The Bollocks sometime in January
of 1986. I was a sophomore in High School and had just attended a New Year’s
Eve party that a bunch of college kids were at! I know, right? Anyway, the
college guys were making fun of my friend’s for enjoying Meatloaf Bat Out Of
Hell a little too much and took over the turntable.
Every once in a while an album will come my way, capture my imagination and catapult me to another place. It's rare, but when it happens... it's one of my favorite feelings in the world. This is one of those records. I remember sitting on the
couch, drinking a whiskey sour for some reason, and listening intently. I was so emersed in the album, I remember being asked if I was OK, by several people. I was so into this record I
was the one that got up and turned it over to hear the second side. Happy
fucking new year!
I wasn’t a complete stranger to punk at this point, I happened
upon the Repo Man soundtrack the summer before, plus I liked the Dead Milkmen
and for some reason I was really into a band called The Meatmen. ( I gotta try
and find their album Battle Of The Superbikes to listen to.)
When I started to write up this album, all I could think
about was what I had written for The Beastie Boys Licensed To Ill. Simply put,
they’re both perfect records that still sound as fresh today as they did when
they were released, and I know every word!
Never Mind The Bollocks is an album I bought twice! Cassette
and CD. I’m pretty sure, the MP3s in my MP3 player are from when I ripped my
own CD back in 2000 when I got a 5 gig Nomad Jukebox! I have MP3s that
are teenagers! Fuckin’ A.
I was thinking the Stooges’ 1969 debut was faster, and weirder
than it is. I’m selective when it comes to Iggy Pop. He’s got some shit I love,
but I’m not into or even know the guy’s whole catalog. I never really truly
loved any weirdo being weird for the sake of weirdness. I’m not a giant Bowie
fan either, and I think those two blew each other once… or something. I dunno, maybe?
This album is basically three songs. “1969,” is cool. “I
Wanna Be Your Dog,” was probably considered really “far out” in 1969, but today
sounds like no fun. “No Fun,” is actually my favorite on this disc, but its
hand claps and guitar sound just sound like rockin’ oldies. “Louie Louie,” by
The Kingsmen is more fucking punk rock than this album. Plus, the shit songs on this disc are
fucking boring. At least a twitchy nervous energy would have maybe made some of
the turds listenable. “We Will Fall?” Ten fuckin’ minutes? No thank you.
I hate to piss all over a classic album, it just ain’t for
me. Sorry Mr. Pop. I loved you on Pete And Pete! And I’ll be singing your
praises down the road this year for other stuff!
Apparently, All The Young Droogs is the The Adicts tenth
album. Who knew? Not me that’s for sure. They put out five albums from 1981 to
1992! I swear to God, I never heard of this band. I just looked at all their
album covers, I don’t recognize one. This band literally slipped through all my
cracks. Is it me, or were they just really obscure?
I don’t know if the name of the disc put A Clockwork Orange
in my head, but this record feels like that movie, especially “My Old Friend.”
I can’t tell if “Wild” reminds me of Rancid or Poison. It’s
a neat little record, but it’s not very original. Each song sounds like
something else and the subject matter is a little trite. BUT I don’t hate it. Although
the title track is fucking miserable effort at ripping off The Clash, I do hate
that.
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