How is it possible I've lived this long and never heard the Suicide Commandos' 1977 meunsterwerk "Make A Record?" It's a fact; I've managed to remain incognizant of this tasty slice of punchy guitar riffage for all these years, and I think it's safe to say that I have squandered my entire life up until this day. So it is thus, upon emerging from the murk of this fece-encrusted rat hole i once called existence, I peer pusillanimously at the new musical landscape that is stretched out before me and mutter to my trembling self, "I'm pretty sure Rick had this record in college and that fucker never played it for me." Beautiful Day of Discovery!
So here's what's between the hot-dog buns:
-Spastically limber-limbed drumming that drives the point into your brittle bones. What's that point, you ask? That's right, pal: Rock 'n' Roll.
-Slash-and-buzz guitar that's all up in your business one minute, then out front mowing the lawn the next, then before you know it it's right back in your face asking for some money to buy some more riffs. And you know you're gonna dig back into your wallet because you just love those wiry fucking hooks, you want more and more, but then the record ends you're left wallowing in your misery once again.
-A fantastic frontman, like a Richard (Hell) Meyers who never got involved with Tom (Verlaine) Miller and all that French Literature.
Whereas contemporaries the Sex Pistols inhabited a world of blues progressions and bondage pants, The Commandos relied on their fantastic chops and frantic, catchy tunes. And all these years later that stupid no-talent fool John Simon Ritchie is splattered all over t-shirts at the mall, while top notch Commandos guitarist Chris Osgood (not the NHL goaltender) is left to play minstrel music at Republican Political gatherings. But I suppose that's how things shake out in the rough and tumble world of professional record-making.
This one is a Top Fucking Pick! I'm Serious! Check out the lurching, woozy "Burn it Down," which no doubt got some needle time on the turntables of Clint Conley and Roger Miller.