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Cringer – Live in Europe - 7″ - Vinyl Communications Records - VC-29
Stats
Pressing #: 1st
Color: Black
Qty Pressed: ???
Additional Info: N/A
Track List
Two Friends
If I Had Your Pen...
Sword
Illusion
Rating
7.5/10
Synopsis
Sometimes a live cut can hurt a band if its the first time someone is listening to them. This could be that case, therefore I recommend this to fans of the band, but definitely not a starting point. The vocals dominate the band as most live punk recordings did from the era and of course it lacks the polish, that which the band never really had. What you do have here is a great collection of four songs from a very underrated Berkley/East Bay punk band that had a huge presence at Gilman Street in its hayday. The singer who we sadly lost in the early 2000′s went on to form J-Church as well which really took off. If you know either of those two bands, you will love the other.
I love the cover, who doesnt like Peanuts. Its colors will always stand out, the comic will pull you in, and on the inside, lots of flyer pics and tour memorabilia shots. Alot went into the release and I love it!
Cringer – Karin - 7″ - Lookout Records - Lookout-25
Pressing Stats
Pressing #: ???
Color: Black
Qty Pressed: ???
Additional Info: Other Pressings Available
Track List
Cocktail Molotov
Understand
Step Back
Confession
8.0/10
Jawbreaker - 24 Hour Revenge Therapy - LP - Blackball Records - BB-010
Pressing Stats
Pressing #: 20th Anniversary
Color: Blue and Black Swirl
Qty Pressed: ???
Additional Info: Other Pressings Available
Track Listing
The Boat Dreams From the Hill
Indictment
Boxcar
Outpatient
Ashtray Monument
Condition Oakland
Ache
Do You Still Hate Me?
West Bay Invitational
Jinx Removing
In Sadding Around
Day: 1698 Shirt: Monsula - Structure (90's wrap around version) Color: White Brand: Jerzees Source: a few weeks ago as I was retiring and old screen I got a big to make a 90's wrap around version of this design. While it may seem ugly or stupid today this was normal in the 90's to have designs all over your belly and ass. I gotta admit tho I really don't hate this one
Monsula // Razors It seems that my friend has died From a vicious razor fight I should have told him Razors never die
So I went to see this band play once. I never heard them before I saw them but by the end of the night I thought they were great! These three guys played sincere, honest, urgent songs to a willing crowd. The few of us that were there appeared to enjoy every moment. During lapses between songs or when strings broke they told jokes, played name that tune, and continually interacted with the audience as if we were old friends. To this day it remains one of the most relaxed and egalitarian shows I ever attended. I am other sat on the stage without fear of being pummeled or piled upon by the kids bouncing around behind us. It was almost utopian by the end of the night.
In the months and years that followed this band became “the shit”, “the best band”, moved beyond punk to the point where everything they did was feted, adored, and adulated to the point of it making me not like them anymore. I skipped their shows, refused to buy their records, and would swear that they could fart through a used tube sock draped over a roadside cone onto an onboard mic attached to a 1976 TI home cassette player/recorder then leave the tape to bake inside the corpse of an opossum locked in the back of a 1968 VW microbus once owned by Wavy Gravy and now abandoned in the epicenter of Death Valley, CA for 3 years and then mastered by a first grader pressed onto a flexi disc and folded six times before being shipping to the kids…and it would still get a great review and go through 6 pressing of 5,000 copies each. In fact, I disliked people who liked them. Then after they signed to a major label released one album that “true fans” hated and broke up I bought the last album and discovered I loved it more than the one they played when I first saw them. To this day, people who were barely alive when they called it a day still note them as “the most important band”. This ever happen to you? No? Well this is my Jawbreaker story.
26 July 1990 was when I first heard Jawbreaker. I went to see them for the simple reason that they were playing. It did not matter to me that I never heard them before they played. This approach made every show exciting as I did not know if I would love the band, hate the band, or just leave because I was bored. Jawbreaker captivated me when they played. They were not a jump around band; they did not “look cool”. In fact, they were pretty damn normal and kind of ugly like me if I may be so bold. That was not why I liked them. I liked them for all the reasons named above and because they played great songs as if they would die if they did not. While I saw stage right in front of the bass player they never created a moment that made me want to turn around to see how many other people were in the room. As far as I cared or was concerned, I was the only person in the room while they played. I am sure that is completely wrong but they were so damn good that I never noticed anyone else. I do not even remember if I bought anything from the band after the show. I literally don’t remember shit other than sitting on the stage watching them play. After that night I never saw them play again.
Returning to Metroplex three years later by famously playing Mad Hatter’s in Fort Worth, TX but mere blocks from my home and I still did not go to see Jawbreaker. Why may you ask? Well I will tell you why. It was solely because of the nauseating hype surrounding the band. Darlings are rarely my thing and when the crowd is a self-anointed collection of 90s stereotypes I care even less. You’d of thought they were Girls Vs. Boys at one point. This show as many of you know is famously traded by fans and even though I know a ton of people at the show, I do not care to hear it. At the height of the hype, I still cannot listen to them without being disgusted.
This is totally a problem of my making and nothing about the band. I know it, I accept it, but I still hold it against the band. Who doesn’t love a little irrational transference? Ever the contrarian once they signed to a major label and released the wonderfully crafted and listenable Dear You they had my attention again. If it bums out “the kids”, I am listening. I bought the record on cooler than you colored vinyl, which really does make the record sound better no matter what anyone claims to the contrary. In fact, the more people whined, complained, bemoaned the lesser album, and predicted it as the death knell of the band, I liked it all the more.
In the end, this is more a story of the 1990s before, during, and after Nirvana. I saw Jawbreaker before Nirvana played when the underground was safely underground. Artists suffered through unprofitable tours, to appreciative fans, and we in the crowd vilified them if they attempted to improve their situation through hard earned opportunities. During Nirvana’s rise to popularity, the underground was now a spectacle but still an area of abstraction and amusement for most people. Suburban Dick and Jane bought Nevermind but did not fully buy in to what Nevermind represented. By the time, after Nirvana rolled around there was no underground. Everything that was once outside the mainstream was now bought and sold in magazines, board rooms, and TV commercials. Bands who once worked tremendously hard to produce an album while staving off starvation now enjoyed a short period of profitability. Some even created great records that changed pop culture or created careers for umpteen generations of knock-off bands. In the end though, nothing was as it was and there was no way it could be. In a nutshell this is Jawbreaker to me. I liked them, they exploded, I hated them, they imploded, everyone doubted them, I liked them again, and they called it a day.
Don’t be a fool, like me, listen to their records and like them for what they are not what people are saying about them; don’t let the ceaseless nonsense that emerges from the mouths of other overshadow how great a band was live. Jawbreaker were great during 1990 and were most probably great until they stopped being. I will never know and that is all about me.
