
They were formed in the town of Simi Valley, California in 1989. This is as close to Los Angeles as Hamilton is to Auckland. I suspect they are part of the suburban alumnus of Punk, rather than the urban working class.
I was captured by Punk in its initial explosion as a teen in 1978, but I had no awareness of this band prior to now. The Los Angeles punk scene was just as seminal as London or New York, albeit a little later.
It is always interesting to discover an old cult band that seemed to live in a parallel world to where you were. Experiencing them now, they could have easily fitted on one of the best music documentaries ever made, The Decline of Western Civilisation, by Penelope Spheeris.
Eight years after that movie, this band was formed, and they would appear to straddle original Punk and post Punk.
It is a friendly atmosphere and a young audience in one of the classic underground music caves of Karangahape Road. I do notice that the Boomers are not present.
There have been plenty of the old bands performing in recent years. Cockney Rejects, the Damned, Stiff Little Fingers, Members and Sex Pistols alumni. Filled mostly with the original fans. Bigger bellies and far less hair.
Punk Power Pop riffing abounds from the two guitars. Occasionally, you are lulled into thinking a familiar pop melody is materialising briefly. Before it gets annihilated in the music particle accelerator.
The singer has his work cut out to emerge through the heavy barrage. He uses his tenor to good effect, but there are times he must yell, chant, and rap a little.
Their albums contain a lot of Power Pop. Live, they aim for a heavier sound and putting in those repeated body shots.
Analog is basically a raucous anthem chant, until the drummer decides he wants to try and set himself on fire with furious speed.
It is a complete surprise to hear Town of Corazon near the end. Starts with a folkie strum giving way to jangle guitars and this could be Folk Rock as was originally heard on the Byrds first four albums.
The following song balances it all with what could be Monkees Pop Punk. The singer comes to the fore and sings a lot of yeah, yeah, yeahs. Catchy drone guitar riffs with jagged edge squalls to bring back the nasty.
Flirting with Disaster and Fireshark.
They are an interesting post-punk band. The singer/guitarist had strikingly vivid orange hair and resembled the young Johnny Rotten Lydon.
They play the speed metal end of the Punk spectrum. The drums of course are dominating.
They have a sense of humour which is an essential element to aggressive music. Door Knockers takes inspiration from evangelists turning up at your home.
There is a great take on Creedence Clearwater Revival’s Bad Moon Rising.
They have the more monolithic approach to their sound, out of the three bands.
The rhythmic attack again is at speed. The first song and it sounds like the guitarist is singing it’s good to be really stoned.
There are some Ramones riffs, a little Ron Asheton from the Stooges, which occasionally surface.
Both bands deserve to be seen again. They both do the business as Hardcore Punk.
Rev Orange Peel
Photos by Leonie Moreland
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Flirting with Disaster and Fireshark