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Angry Samoans - Back From Samoa

Original Release Date

1982

Release Information

US LP 1982 (Bad Trip - BT 501)

A1 Gas Chamber 1:02
A2 The Todd Killings 0:40
A3 Lights Out 0:52
A4 My Old Man's A Fatso 1:32
A5 Time Has Come Today 2:25
A6 They Saved Hitler's Cock 1:42
A7 Homo-Sexual 0:49
B1 Steak Knife 1:02
B2 Haizman's Brain Is Calling 1:52
B3 Tuna Taco 0:34
B4 Coffin Case 0:42
B5 You Stupid Jerk 0:25
B6 Ballad Of Jerry Curlan 3:08
B7 Not Of This Earth 1:15

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US CD 1990 (Triple X - 51034-2)

1 Gas Chamber 1:02
2 The Todd Killings 0:40
3 Lights Out 0:52
4 My Old Man's A Fatso 1:32
5 Time Has Come Today 2:25
6 They Saved Hitler's Cock 1:42
7 Homo-Sexual 0:49
8 Steak Knife 1:02
9 Haizman's Brain Is Calling 1:52
10 Tuna Taco 0:34
11 Coffin Case 0:42
12 You Stupid Jerk 0:25
13 Ballad Of Jerry Curlan 3:08
14 Not Of This Earth 1:15

Chart Placings

None

Credits

Gregg Turner - guitar & vocals
P. J. Galligan - guitar
Metal Mike - lead vocals
Bill Vockeroth - drums
Todd Homer - bass guitar, lead vocals

Recorded at Head Tech Studios, L.A. and Mystic Sound, Hollywood

Additional Credits

Jeff Dahl - bass on Ballad Of Jerry Curlan

Reviews & Opinions

PUNKY GIBBON: The essential Angry Samoans album: they play louder and much faster than the debut, slamming through the fourteen snappy cuts at hardcore velocity. Oh, and they're A LOT more obnoxious and libelous as well, if you can believe that. 'They Saved Hitler's Cock' and the impossibly rude 'Ballad Of Jerry Curlan' (co-written by Jeff Dahl) are standouts, but the whole shebang is an absolute blast, and is without doubt one of the best punk albums of the 80s.

JEFF BALE, MAXIMUM ROCKNROLL, NOVEMBER 82: The best garage punk album of the year. The Samoans have once again produced a brilliant amalgam of 60s punk, 80s punk, and heavy metal. The punchy uptempo sound, buttressed by three guitars and extremely belligerent mid-60s lead vocals, is so dense that it's well-nigh impenetrable, but it's the Samoans' exceptionally retarded sense of humour that really accounts for their perverse appeal. This brain-damaged approach is vastly better than the commercialised punk and self-conscious Satanic crap which currently dominates the L.A. scene, so don't miss out.