
Damn this stuff is still so tasty!
amg:
A grizzly, furious beast of a 30-minute record, Youth of America saw Greg Sage and his Wipers lengthening some of their material to very unfashionable lengths; many a hardcore punk band of the time could tuck a dozen songs about Reagan and fisticuffs inside the title track alone. Opposed to the compromised Is This Real?, Youth of America was engineered and recorded in-house; Sage's time spent in a professional setup for the debut LP frustrated him, and the fact that he's gained complete control here makes it seem as if a cork has been pulled from a bottle. The shackles are off and the group's own personality hits full bloom. Vocally, Sage sounds like a sleepless outcast loaded on an unhealthy amount of caffeine, fraught with a magnified level of paranoia and angst that needs immediate purging — often, his life seems to be depending on it. "Youth of America" itself is a nightmare locomotive, a ten-minute chug through a persistent rhythm, screeching/careening/wailing guitars, and jarring psychedelic effects... "Youth of America" is truly a peerless, fiercely original piece of music, the result of the D.I.Y. punk philosophy taken to the extreme.
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I WISH I COULD ASK COBAIN!
dude, is he dead??? When?!
This album... words cannot describe its awesomeness, so I won't even try.
Just ask ZOOM. (But don't bring up Thor Lindsay)
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