Posts Tagged ‘1982’

That’s How I Escaped my Certain Fate

July 18, 2010

I live in central Mass these days and well here’s one good thing that came out of Boston. Here’s Mission of Burma with That’s How I Escaped my Certain Fate off of their 1982 classic Vs.


April 18, 2010

Spacemen 3 are amazing. They formed in 1982 and their music spanned post-punk to shoegaze genres. Take a listen you’re bound to fall in love.

The track is called Hypnotized and was featured on their fourth and final release Recurring back in 1991.

The Days of Wine and Roses

March 14, 2010

Here’s the Dream Syndicate performing back in 1984 in Madrid and well Steve Wynn (the vocalist) needs to lay of the Hash pipe a little, but dude this is a great track.

I’d recommend picking up this album, its great and a classic. I’ve heard people coin these guys as a Velvet Underground tribute band, take it or leave it. I’m going to leave it, I think Steve Wynn wrote some great lyrics on this album and was loving guitars and acoustics when synth was in style. He took a different path during the 80s and I respect him for that.

Lake of Fire

March 13, 2010

Lake of Fire is a great song by the Meat Puppets, Nirvana covered it and it was also lovely. The track came off of their 1982 album Meat Puppets II, Nirvana also covered Oh Me and Plateau from this album. Furthermore, the Minutemen did the Meat Puppet’s Lost on their EP Tour-Spiel.

I’m going to go out on a limb and say this is one of the most original and best albums of the 80s. Of course, Pitchfork agrees with me. Here’s what they posted (which is way better than anything I could write):

Like apple and pie, like bass and balls, country n’ hardcore just go together in that all-American way. Though the Meat Puppets’ second record is often filed under this fusion (and credited as the first to make the connection), there was really a lot more going on here than the “cowpunk” label can account for. The main thrust of the album was more psychedelic, using the claustrophobic tightness of punk and the vastness of Americana as head-metaphors, analogies for two distinct states of being really goddamn freaked out. And, while many of their heirs got the punk part right, few could approximate the huge, haunted spaces that lurk in the darker corners of this album, threatening to swallow even the most manic of the band’s outbursts.” –Brendan Reid