The Crucifucks - The Crucifucks
Original Release Date
1984Release Information
US LP 1984 (Alternative Tentacles - VIRUS 38)A1 Democracy Spawns Bad Taste 1:52
A2 Go Bankrupt And Die 1:31
A3 You Give Me The Creeps 1:03
A4 Marching For Trash 1:45
A5 Legal Genocide 2:29
A6 I Am The Establishment 1:54
A7 Cops For Fertilizer 1:48
A8 Hinkley Had A Vision 2:12
B1 By The Door 2:43
B2 Oh Where, Oh Where? 1:10
B3 I Was 1:25
B4 Similar Items 2:32
B5 Official Terrorism 1:27
B6 No One Can Make Me Play Along With This 3:25
B7 Down On My Knees 3:0
Chart Placings
NoneCredits
Doc Corbin Dart - vocals
Gus Varner - guitar
Marc H. - bass
Steve Shelley - drums
Produced by Spot
Reviews & Opinions
TIM YOHANNAN, MAXIMUM ROCKNROLL #18, OCTOBER 1984: A whole LP's worth of Doc Dart's 'Jerry Lewis" vocals, spitting out all their satirical, biting songs is a real treat. Not only are all their classics here from earlier tapes, but the "recordings" interjected between songs are worth the price alone. Hot, weird, and intense political punk!
IRA ROBBINS, TROUSER PRESS: In pursuit of the ultimately offensive band name, these confrontational Michiganders (which once contained future Sonic Youth drummer Steve Shelley) were so successful that their first album incorporates actual spoken-word comments and run-ins with the law over it. Unfortunately, little else about the record is amusing: rudimentary slow-to-mid-speed punk with a truly obnoxious vocals by Doc Corbin Dart and obvious topical songs like "Hinckley Had a Vision," "Cops for Fertilizer" and "Go Bankrupt and Die." (Historical footnote: future Sonic Youth drummer Steve Shelley was behind the skins for this auspicious debut.)
ALL MUSIC GUIDE: While the Crucifucks burn with a righteous (perhaps self-righteous at times) rage, it has to be said that Doc Corbin Dart's vocals are either a total laugh or nervously aggressive, depending on what one thinks of the group's worth. Either way, they're high-pitched and deliver in a tone that seems to indicate a politically aware nerd high on ten cups of coffee and feeling particularly on edge -- but even fans have to admit some of his squeaks push the tolerance level. Musically, things are a step beyond three-chord thrash and bash -- quieter but no less sharp passages crop up in between the expected trebly roar, while the rhythm section is extremely well-recorded thanks to producer Spot.
MARK PRINDLE: This is where it becomes clear exactly how bad my musical tastes are. Throw me any classic - any classic at all - and I'll find something about it to complain about. Revolver? Fuckin' "Here There and Everywhere" sucks Bobby Cox. Dark Side Of The Moon? What's with that awful screaming broad on "The Great Gig In The Sky"? Who's Next? More like Who's Overrated! Yet I can honestly in all my infinite wisdom find nothing to complain about on this album. Songs too slow? Yes they're as slow as the Sex Pistols, but it doesn't matter. They're perfect. Singer's voice so annoying that my fiancee last night demanded, "Can you do something about this CD please?" Yep. But I don't care. I love Doc Corbin Dart's horrid voice. Lyrics stupid predictable punk fare? Yep, but they're so damn violent, I don't mind at all! Riffs no great shakes? No! Yes they are! They're simple and scraggly but great! Their oddness fits Doc's sick world vision perfectly. I love the simple crisp mix. The drumming is by current-Sonic Youth drummer Steve Shelley and is as tempered and studied as Doc's lyrics, most likely squeezed out of his mind as a huge vein pounded in and out on his forehead. The bass lines are great and the guitar sound is REALLY evil-sounding. Not like metal evil, but "guys who think it's funny when bombs kill people" funny.
RATE YOUR MUSIC REVIEWER: Incredibly, incredibly fucked.
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