Rocky Mountain Low [coll] - [Hyperpycnal]

Time capsule Colorado time crunch. JFK and Iggy worship and
yeah Jello before he coagulated and migrated. Late 70’s era,
when record stores walked the earth and served as a crossroads,
spawning bands from index cards tacked up. Where articles about
the Ramones and Television, or even older V.U. records ignited
dreams. Lengthy liner notes give these soon senior citizens
ample and detailed love. In part by Joe Pope of Angst (and on
here with The Instants). Somewhere a man remembers his Sir Tacos
days, and should be proud of his pinched punchy wailing as the
mouth of the Dancing Assholes! The double-disc starts so well
with the Ravers (bassline bobbing necks, fuzz chunk guitars).
Radio Pete’s Lee Harvey Oswald ballad overshadows his Jackie O
instro. Several power pop drops from Immortal Nightflames
and Johnny III. Lilly Rose nails “stoopid” punk on “Fun.”
Munster cheesiness on “TV.” Ladies get lumped together (apologies
to Lilly, but she’s between worlds). All-girl The Guys, have an
infectious yodel-y singer, but the Profalactics get a little
closer to the grrrl, with an (overly?) earnest punk approach.
The Transistors hit the target (with X-y harmonic overtones
but goofy synth too) on “Bombs Bombs Bombs” but strike out on
“Baseball.” Primordial version, pre-DK, of “California Uber
Alles” that’s not Alles that. A lot of lyrics talk about
“rock ‘n roll” like it something tangible, something to
believe in. Ah, youth. Things to do in Denver when culture
was dead?

-Thurston Hunger

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