Bag People is the very long overdue release of New York based Chicagoan No Wave one single wonders Bag People, recorded in the band's rehearsal space in the early 80's and now available in super low-fi, noisenik glory! Brought to you by Bag People Algis Kizys, Carolyn Master, Diane Wlezien and Gaylene Goudreau, the album includes the bands one impossible to find single Larks Vomit/Instrumental that came out on Joey Records in 1985 and the bands 1983 demo tape Fire God/Parade and 8 more songs, including three recorded live at CBGB's.
The album opens with the raging guitars of Fire God replete with Bush Tetraesque vocals and loads of guitar mania conflagration, sizzling with the incandescent pummelled drumming.
Dead Meat is a Crescent (band) style questioning treatise on how some people only ever want to see Dead Meat, yelped vocals in the maelstrom of out of sync guitars roaring through the meat packing district once more.
Parade has dark overtones of some Soviet military parade rolling down 42nd Street, with a Lydia Lunch style narrated vocal, about all the killing and soon to be dead bodies forced to march in step towards the death machines, this is dark, fraught with cold war early 80's paranoia. Like they are tag teaming with Blastula.
Blessed Ignorance sounds like Deer France fronting the John Cale Sabotage band, with odd early Sonic Youth guitar mauling, just ahead of the crunching repetitions, the cacophony of loft recording seeping out of their mouths.
UPS have lost their mail again, who can find them in Alphabet city, oh that's not what they sing about, this is more of a back street dust up confrontation of the sort Wharton Tiers usually took charge of.
The tape hisses and crawls at the start of I Got A Leotard that they are clearly unafraid to use and abuse monstrously, lower than the bowery diseased riffing guitars abusing that Leotard gloriously.
The bands legendary 7" single Larks Vomit grinds your brain, it hurls all over you, dark dirty back street agonies in the subway, grinding gears slithering guitar.
Instrumental has deranged amphetamine rushed vocals, super speed freak guitars and walls of reverberating noise, ready to try to be nastier than Teenage Jesus.
Sweet Roughness Blues sounds like they are at the start of a session trying to kick the feelings of hangovers, trying to avoid getting the shakes, this slowly builds in askew ways.
Long Way Back they know they can never go back to Chicago not after why the left, this episodic noisenik blues, always threatening to explode like every good live band of the era could.
What's What well go on then tell them exactly What's What then. Guitars drone and buzz like Theoretical Girls while the real girl questions everything.
The album closes like the bands CBGB's set did, with Don't Make Me a fiery adrenal blast core scream, for a society that trusts in consenting activities, drums all over the place, within the fusillade of guitars come screams and yelps of someone who really is saying no.
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