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I first heard this in '88, and my original reaction/revelation remains the same: This is what Lester Bangs most likely would've imagined Count 5's legendary (albeit nonexistent) "Carburetor Dung" LP sounded like! It's one of those classic LP/CDs that owe a large part of their mystique to poor sound quality, other examples being "Exile on Main Street", "Raw Power", & "White Light/White Heat". Basic sound consists of mostly unintelligible (& often obscene) marble-mouth "singing", 3 barely-in-tune cheap guitars (no bass) & stiff bang-bang-bang percussions, all murkily recorded & mixed. Not all of these (21!) "songs" are great (or even GOOD), but the best ones are awesome & sound as dangerous, thrilling, repulsive & propulsive as those brand-new rock 'n roll sounds must have sounded to the mid-'50s white teens who were its first recipients. Among the best are "Alright", "NYC: 1999!", "Trash Can Oil Drum" (a tribute to/description of their percussion!) and especially the Iggyesque barnyard stomp "New Breed": "Ya little runt, just get outta my way/Ya pig, ya punk yeah hey hey hey/That's what the new breed say!" So THAT'S what they say - thanks for telling me. I can barely make out a word!

although this album is slightly more professional (?) than its predecessors and therefore a step below the pure swill that somehow becomes transcentdant rock and roll, it still (pussy) stomps like a runaway yak. this album features the bands best lineup (spencer, cafritz, hagerty, bert) and boasts such classics as new breed, alright, pig sweat, et al. put it this way, if you want any semblance of professionalism, stick to yer third eye blind. this is rock and roll, ya pansies!

perfectly executed deconstructed Rolling Stones R&B mess. dazzling! inspirational!

Whether you like it or not, admit - this is punk rock. Low-rent and inaccesible nihilism played by people with no discernable talent. However it is artistic, occasionally catchy ("White Noise", "NYC: 1999"), and holds up extremely well on repeated listenings. Quite frankly, this is anti-music that most people are bound not to get. However, the cult following of the legendary band certainly understood their appeal. People have attempted to classify this band as garage-rock, indie, lo-fi, or noise rock. While the band certainly contained elements from those genres, ultimately they did their own thing. The interplay of untuned and as distorted as possible guitars and trash-can drumming have left a lasting legacy. If this is a little too raw for you, you may want to calm down and listen to The Stooges or early Sonic Youth instead. While I enjoy "Dial M" more, this is probably the ultimate Pussy Galore album. It is certainly a more accurate portrait of their original intentions. However, "Dial M" is much more accesible and is probably a better starting place (along with the compilation "Corpse Love"). While we're at it, why doesn't someone put these classics back into print?

OK, all you wusses. This IS rock'n'roll. Sure, it may sound like a bunch of junkies dropping guitars on a concrete floor. Sure, there's NO production. Sure, it may be harder than a root canal, but this IS rock'n'roll. Welcome to Scuzz Rock, ladies and gentlemen... this may not be "Dial 'M'", but it's damn good.

Just to add the missing final sentence from my review: "...and especially the Iggyesque barnyard stomp "[That's What The] New Breed [Say]"