Double Edge
frenchkissrecords.com
How can it be that I miss The Blood Brothers? Sometimes all I want to hear is the formulaic chaos of bands that seem to be having seizures on the mic. That noise bomb isn’t readily accessible today. Where’s the Jesus Lizard when I need them?
Digging through a few old crates this evening, I stumbled across a band from Austin, TX, The Fatal Flying Guilloteens, that I’d honestly forgotten about. The first twenty seconds of “Onward Electric” from their terrific debut, Get Knifed, reminded me why I owned this disc in the first place.
These dudes are Iggy minus the lip gloss. It’s a couple of drunk Texas kids beating the shit out their instruments in a sweltering, moldy basement. Shellac without the fancy mics. And it’s fucking tremendous.
