Wednesday, 16 July 2008

DELUXX FOLK IMPLOSION – DADDY NEVER UNDERSTOOD (DOMINO)


DELUXX FOLK IMPLOSION – DADDY NEVER UNDERSTOOD (DOMINO)

“Daddy Never Understood” may just be the greatest burst of energy ever committed to vinyl.  In essence it is a bratty hardcore song but generally punks were never as playful or creative as this (where the fuck does the string sample come from?).  As the bratty premise screams all over its existence in the style of the world’s worst child you can’t help but feel affronted and made to feel that someone just slammed a pie in your face.

Everything feels cheeky about this package.  The cover shows some probably inebriated young lady grimacing on the verge of baring her breasts at which point the band takes the opportunity to place their initials in the region complete with Xs instead of full stops to fully display/disclose their straight edge credentials (yeah right).  And in initialising their name alone they are nodding towards D.R.I. a move also executed by Dead Fucking Last when referring to themselves as D.F.L.  Nobody ever said being hardcore was straightforward (just straight edge).  And then there is the whole element of the name Folk Implosion being a direct response to the name/concept of being a Blues Explosion.

Then there is the play out groove: “watch out mama…cuz I’m goin’ wholehog”  Didn’t these guys ever take a break from rebelling?

This seven inch houses five songs.  The band never stretched to an entire album during their brief career and away from this there is little else to hold onto.  You can’t put your arms around a memory.

The difference between Deluxx Folk Implosion and the regular Folk Implosion is that this band comes with added Bob Fay and Mark Perretta (in addition to the already demented John Davis and Lou Barlow manning the shit).  That and the reality that it was all tossed off with less care.

Continuing the wreckage “Greetings From Sarajevo” is suitably fuzzy with snotty, screamed vocals wrestling with whistling feedback as the brat on vocals makes silly gestures in a teenage hardcore style.  “Ovenmitt” then sounds like a poor band rehearsing “My Sharona” being driven my unfinished lyrics while “Liquid Bread” is all about the glitch and updated gestures of being wasted.

“Daddy Never Understood” is a track that I can listen to over and over again and always it will move me, make me want to jump up and smash something.  It is perfection.  And being short I can listen to it over forty times in an hour, nine hundred and sixty times in one day.  Perfection.

Knox, Lozenge, Mantra, Time, indeed.

Thesaurus moment: consummation.

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