Pillsbury Hardcore, "Wanna Check Out My Record Collection?"

Limber archivist jabberwocky, way pre-MITB: "Got all the Dischord, almost all the Touch and Go, almost all the Dangerhouse / I got the Bags single / Yes L.A. too / My record collection, my record collection / It's rad! It's rad! It's rad! It's rad!"

"Wanna Check Out My Record Collection?"

Sissy Spacek, "Song 9"

The preamble and constitution of a "new genre" (Tano, 1999). Wiese, at his best, and Ronnau push the misanthropic agenda. Masochists only.

"Song 9"
"Song 9a"
"Song 9b"
"Song 9c"
"Song 9d"

BRUNCH: Siege

Speed trials, the Weymouth way. With Deep Wound, a heroic foil to the might-makes-right crew monkeys crowding the Common by '84. Consummate brutality, smarter and heavier, telegraphing a grave new world.

"Drop Dead"
"Conform"
"Life of Hate"
"Starvation"
"Armageddon"
"Grim Reaper"

The Cheifs, "Eddie's Revenge"

Tattered harmonies run wild in the streets. Dyslexic Southland stomp indigenous to the SST micropolis: a steady diet of Weinerschnitzel, a surfboard, a conscience. "Guns don't kill people. Songs do."

"Eddie's Revenge"