Saccharine Trust, Paganicons (bootleg, 2014)
During the lockdown I haven’t been getting many records. I also somehow need the comfort of the staples of my collection more than the adventure of getting into newer stuff. Also, my amp suddenly broke down last week. So I’ve been listening to records just on one speaker. At least I still have a house and a job. And a speaker. Can’t complain.
Ahhh, early SST Records. You were so good. Paganicons came out in 1981 and stands out as one of the milestones on the road from LA punk to whatever experimental clusterfuck came after that. Of course Joe Baiza would showcase his incredible guitar skills on later records, but on these short eight songs the bands hits the sweet spot of punks shaking off their chains and running to the other side of the mirror.
For what is widely considered to be a somewhat hardcore record, it isn’t loud at all. Mike Watt lending a helping hand to Spot at the production is really an indicator of what they went for here. As many of the bands that became legendary from this era, they really only sound like themselves, but if you could draw a line that goes from the Germs to the Big Boys to the Dead Kennedys, Saccharine Trust would be caught in the tangle.
Everything is special about this record, but nothing hits you hard like Jack Brewer’s lyrics and delivery. Sounding like a speed-addled punk crashing a slam poetry show, he proceeds to hold a mirror up to (mostly) men’s worst vices: the principle-bending, secretly violent, turn-a-blind-eye-to-injustice, ambitious-as-in-oppressive, tyrannical, warmongering men of the modern West could learn a thing or two from Paganicons. This bootleg sounds great and comes with a beautiful lyric sheet.
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