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It's Not the Eat It's the Humidity

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Friends. We nightclubbed in south Florida in the early '80s. Club society (sic) loved these guys BECAUSE THEY WERE SO BRILLIANT. Listen, they never made a song derived from the common, overused lyrical love-thesaurus; never any "I love you like a (insert beautiful image)." And they never wrote one line that telegraphed forward the next line. Catch this: "I walked out on the Indian Ocean, I wore boots but they did not show, I got caught getting caught in the motion, ... Communist radio." Other points of reference if you need them: they play first generation punk-fast, the guitars spit and tangle, ... the songs PROPEL.

The Eat made us grin and laugh, they made us stop drinking for a minute and wonder/imagine, they created a passle of friends that still rock/live on to this day. The title of one of their EPs is God Punishes The Eat. A more appropriate sentiment is God Bless The Eat. This CD will let you peer into the brilliant/fine party that was the band.

This record is the single most astounding cultural accomplishment of the 20th century. All else pales in it's dazzling scope & execution.

If you've enjoyed Florida's unique punk experience, you can thank these guys. Funny, melodic, interesting. Even when punkers here went hardcore or totally into noise, you could still feel the influence.