Germs - MIA: The Complete Anthology
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Free Music Review: A must for any fan of punk
Hit: 5 Stars
Usually I credit Black Flag or the Middle Class or the Bad Brains with being the progenitors of the hardcore punk sound. But sometimes, I think that perhaps the Germs might deserve the credit for it. In any case, the Germs are definitely one of the more influential and memorable groups from the 70s L.A. punk scene, and this CD belongs in everyone's punk collection, right next to the Ramones first two albums, Never Mind The Bollocks, The Clash, etc. One thing that will always set them apart are Darby Crash's lyrics. (...) he was also one of the most creative and interesting lyricists in the history of music.
My only gripe is that the sound quality on the song "My Tunnel" is actually WORSE than the version I taped from Rodney On the ROQ circa 1983.
EDIT- Thank you to the Amazon editor who made the bizarre and arbitrary decision to censor my mention of Darby Crash using *gasp* "DRUGS." Never mind that it's a well documented fact and he's been dead for over 20 years and that I didn't even name the drugs. The bottom line is, Amazon needs to protect the children from the word "drugs." (...)
Free Music Review: A Classic
Hit: 5 Stars
The Germs may have been short lived but they were given enough time to burn a mark right through music history.
Without Don Bolles drumming who would've known where hardcore was going to go, Pat Smear was a genius guitarist who later joined Nirvana, Lorna Doom more than furthers the point that women make very good bassists (along with Gaye Advert [from the Adverts] and Jen Johnson [from F-minus]) and Darby Crash lyrics didn't only make that line between genius and disaster thin, they made Darby that line between genius and disaster.
The tracks on this album is living proof that The Germs had the potential knock out all that crossed their path. It maybe fair to say the The Germs were similar to a more hard edged harde core version of the doors living twice as fast with twice the intensity of The Doors (both came from the L.A. scene and both singers died tragic deaths).
"Forming" is a wonderful introduction to this album, leading strait on down to it's second part, every track is in it's own way signifant to the punk scene.
Free Music Review: CLASSIC
Hit: 5 Stars
From the moment I purchased the album years ago, it was clear that it was going to be one of the classics in the punk repertoire. In reality, the Germs might very well have helped spawn the hardcore moviement, and Joan Jett's production lends a razor-sharp immediacy to the songs.
The tunes aren't so much sung as growled, and Darby Crash's lyrics can be among the most expressive I've heard in the punk genre. There's a grueling intensity to the tunes that's exciting even now. While the band won't appeal to everybody, the record left me slack-jawed with amazement the first time I heard it. The band X may have encapsulated the hopes of the L.A. punk scene, but this record still makes the hackles on the back of your neck rise. There's nothing formulaic here. If you're willing to give it a chance (and that means something more than listening to a bunch of twenty second audio samples), it's hard to imagine your not being moved. That's why this is punk music at its very best.
Free Music Review: Beauty mark of the beast
Hit: 5 Stars
Cellar jelly, spawn of hairy ascot. I pustulate and wag like a volcano in drag. Like a maggy drib-drab. And there the hairless things do. And then with the door-slamming. Is it over already? Or are you just making sure we all know you're here?
Glib and dripping, I grin my teeth to saws for brain grains fresh from the microwave. Oh, how I feed like your neck is a raspberry pudding spout! I gather with the trash in the furnace, my line of sight constructed from wires, my voice a gland squeezed clean through like with pliers. I do the bunny-hop. I mine for sores. Diseases like tattoos hang loosely from the husk, my testament of uniqueness.
The door won't close anymore so you can only lean farther into the gutter. A branded sack pretending to hide a loose grasp on tireless conclusions. Finding a way by digging caves at the base of the skull. Thinking it clear, this blitzkrieging misery: the insides all torn out, disappearing on the dusty ground.
Free Music Review: essential early SoCal hardcore
Hit: 5 Stars
The Germs were, in my opinion, one of the great and essential American punk bands. Their sound was a particularly primitive stripped down three chord punk; listening to them it sounds as if they could barely play when they started. No matter - neither could other punk legends like Sid Vicious or the Ramones, both of whom were obvious influences here. The other obviously key part of their unique sound is singer Darby Crash. Darby was no poser; for him, punk was a total way of life, one to which he committed his (short lived) life. On songs like What We Do is Secret, Richie Dagger's Crime or Lexicon Devil, you can hear the power of his vocalizing; and you can also hear a deeply buried but inherent tunefulness, deep within the musical muck.
The Germs may have been one of rock's more delf-destructive units, but no matter. Listening here, you can begin to understand why they mattered, and why they have influenced so many bands that followed in their wake.