I’m still fuming from the last post, so let us now talk about guns. I don’t want to get into politics, but I have said before the only thing that violence solves is—conflicts.
I don’t own a gun, and I tend to agree with George Carlin when he said one of the few things he likes in this world are gun collectors with permanent disfigurements. All this bullshit is just leading up to the album for today and that is, The Gun Club’s Fire of Love. The title suggests, to me, a corny metal band or maybe an 80’s hair band (and if you look at certain pictures of the band, they almost look like a Cinderella or Motley Crue, particularly the front man). This album is anything but that.
It was released in 1981. When I think of early 80’s music, bands like Wham come to mind– Not the Gun Club or Bad Brains.
But that is one of the large upsides of the internet, you can easily find bands like this now—that and all the incest porn. How many people out there are really fantasizing about porking their stepsister or stepfather?
The music; I think it would be fair to say it kind of sounds like the White Stripes in an incest porn with Lou Reed.
We will now listen to one of my favorites off this one, She’s Like Heroin to Me:
I once penned a similar song, or at least it had a similar title, “She’s Like Two 40s of Malt Liquor, a Bag of White Castle and Loose Shits to Me” but I lost the cassette I recorded it on, a shame since I’m sure you would have enjoyed it.
I have never looked up where this band got their name. When I think of clubs I think of the Groucho Marx quote, “I like anybody that can shove a club sandwich up there tight little asshole.” A little vulgar for my taste but words to live by.
This album has a lot of slide guitar. I’m a huge fan of slide guitar if it’s done right, as in, Fred McDowell, Son House, Jack White, Johnny Winter, Robby Krieger, Duane Allman, Billy Gibbons, Leo Kottke, etc. Unfortunately, it often falls short, but not on this album.
I’m also a huge fan of tittie fucking but it does chafe my chest.
CHAFE MY CHEST, that is the beginning of a mellifluous poem I just started writing 2 and a half seconds ago.
Back to Fire of Love. I hope some of you have never heard this album and get to listen to it for the 1st time. Out of curiosity I am going to ask one of my uncles to send me a dick pic. I am also going to look up some other albums that came out in 1981.
The Police released Ghost in The Machine, Black Flag released three albums, Frank Zappa had two. I have not found one I like as much as Fire of Love.
I FUCKING LOVE THAT ALBUM!
You know, I don’t really like Pop-Tarts that much