- Audio CD (Oct. 17 2000)
- Number of Discs: 1
- Format: Import
- Label: Slash
- ASIN: B00004YLBC
- Other Editions: Audio CD | Audio Cassette | LP Record
- Average Customer Review: 44 customer reviews
Violent Femmes Import
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|1. Blister In The Sun|
|2. Kiss Off|
|3. Please Do Not Go|
|4. Add It Up|
|6. Prove My Love|
|8. To The Kill|
|9. Gone Daddy Gone|
|10. Good Feeling|
|12. Gimme The Car|
This goes beyond the usual "deluxe edition." You get the Femme's 1983 debut LP ( Blister in the Sun; Kiss Off; Please Do Not Go; Add It Up , etc.) plus demos of all of the above and more. That's disc one; disc two has unissued live recordings of Gone Daddy Gone; Promise; Country Death Song; To the Kill; Never Tell , and more by Milwaukee's indie-rock heroes!
Sans l'ombre d'un complexe, les Violent Femmes sont sortis de Milwaukee en 1983 avec ce premier album fulgurant de culot, qui constitue le plus fidèle témoignage sur l'adolescence qu'on puisse imaginer. Sur les nerfs jusqu'à l'hystérie, Gordon Gano chante la frustration sexuelle et la peur de la solitude comme personne avant (ou après) lui, sur fond de raffut punk électroacoustique lo-fi mené tambour battant par la basse virtuose de Brian Ritchie. Qui n'a jamais entendu le désespéré "Why can't get I just one fuck?" de "Add It Up" n'a pas vraiment idée de ce que peut être une tempête hormonale chez un teenager normalement constitué. Et quand, enfin calmés par leurs épanchements éjaculatoires, les trois loustics pensent à lever le pied, sur "Good Feeling", ils se fendent d'une ballade lumineuse qui aurait pu figurer dignement sur le troisième album du Velvet Underground. Comme un rayon de soleil au bout du tunnel. --Thierry Chatain --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
Top Customer Reviews
The Femmes would move on to wear out dub after dub in my cassette player, and eventually be my first real club show. Gano, Ritchie, and DeLorenzo produce the simplest form of folk-alt-rock: a three piece acoustic/light electric outfit with a drummer that always uses brushes, and plays standing up (?). The key ingredient to their recipe for success is attitude and faithful representation of what it's like to be young and in (or out of) love.
From the oft-mimicked catchy riff of "Blister in the Sun" to the delightful depression of "Confessions" the album is completely satisfactory to 'real world' teen angst, or what anyone can relate to on some level. Not to downplay the significance of violence in urban areas, but that issue doesn't seem to grip anyone raised in a "Fairview" or "Springfield." On the reverse side, even a youngster from Compton knows what its like to be rejected.
This self titled album also contains the gem, "Add it up." The most ridiculously attitude ridden song on this effort. Liberating. Truly liberating. "Did he just say that? Woah! Yeah, me too!" A listen will reveal exactly what I mean. (assuming the longshot that any reader hasn't already) "Gone Daddy Gone" is the only rock/pop hit that this reviewer knows of to feature xylophone as a primary instrument. Who besides the Femmes could pull this off without it seeming forced?
The Violent Femmes. Classic three chord anthems, best listened to on a bright summer day rolling around in the car, window or top down, grinning, just knowing that someone else gets it.
That is: it's something you don't use all the time, but every so often you realize, "It's been too long, I need something..." and it occurs to you that only one thing will do the job. Either toenail clippers, or "The Violent Femmes."
It shouldn't work. The instruments are simple and spare and loosey-goosey. Gano's voice is weird and the lyrics tend to be whiny and self-pitying. And yet the whole thing stands up as a remarkably fun, wonderful little album.
Aside from the music, one of the best things about "The Violent Femmes" is its bizarre, broad appeal. It always gets a smile when played at a party and beyond all reason it gets people of all shapes and sizes singing along. When I was in high school and college, all the cool freaky girls liked this record. As well as some of the regular girls who were really freaky girls pretending to be regular, even back in the day when Bon Jovi and Poison supplied pep rally soundtrack.
But that was a long time ago, and it seems like people are still picking up on it. It's a nice thought that one of the sonic staples of my teen angst period is now being picked up by kids who've heard Beck and The White Stripes first.