Abel’s 4000 Albums That Matter: Part Forty-Three

Some years go by okay, some don’t. This one’s three-quarters of the way in and it’s already been too much to take. Young people shouldn’t die young regardless of the circumstances. This past week we lost artist Edward Crowell II to a motorcycle accident and Tuffgnarl.com friend Orlando Sanchez to a heart attack, according to most sources. Regardless, two more young lives gone. I hate writing obituaries, even when I do them for money, because even then, I usually end up doing them for someone I know. Oh well. May they rest in power – here is some music. Music, not unlike whiskey, always helps in times like these.

Oh yes, and I’ll never forget that one time Orlando baited me into hitting on a girl he was on a date with at Churchill’s for no apparent reason other than to have himself a laugh. I can only hope he’s remembered for the friendly and caring goofball that he was.


661. The Replacements – Tim. It’s weird how I always seem to forget about the Replacements when I sit down to do this thing. I guess that my friend Todd Slimak’s mention of “Bastards of Young” in memory of our friend Orlando Sanchez reminded me of this album in particular. I guess we are the sons of no one. What about Tommy Ramone’s guitar in “Kiss Me on the Bus?” Solid album but by then, all their albums were pretty solid. Is there such a thing as a bad Replacements’ album? I think so, I think there is such a thing as a Replacements’ album you didn’t enjoy as much as another Replacements’ album but they’re all pretty good overall. What the Hell am I ranting on and on about?


662. The Queers – Love Songs for the Retarded. Hmm… are you experiencing that old déjà vu feeling as well? Well, you know what? I’m tired and I’m dialing it in and I don’t have an intern or a particularly good memory bank working for me so no, I’m not going to go back and double-check to see if this album has already been listed. Okay? Okay. Now that Ursula finally got her tits, I’ll be able to stop farting.


663. Prong – Primitive Origins. Jesus, I’m getting it again… this has always been my favorite Prong release, for some reason. I’m guessing it was the balls-out energy of the sound before it got a little polished. I don’t know. I certainly know it came to mind because I just reviewed Monte Pittman’s latest album for Florida Geek Scene and he lent guitars to this crew while touring with Madonna. You can’t make shit like that up. Still though, I’ve had this one on repeat for the past two days, which means I’ve listened to this EP roughly 144.96 times. I am clearly an idiot.


664. La Granja – Deliciosamente Amargo. This is another one of those bands that I grew up listening to. More on the straight rock tip than post-punk/New Wave, this was their fourth full-length and I guess the one that brought them the most success at that point. These guys are still at it but I haven’t followed since this 1991 disc. So you tell me if thing’s are still okay down at the farm.


665. The Peacocks – Come with Us. Apparently there is more to Switzerland than chocolate, cheese, Celtic Frost and multi-lingual folks. There’s this rockabilly-inspired punk rock outfit, The Peacocks. I’ve seen peacocks, they live in wild suburbia in different pockets of South Florida and they make the worst sound on the planet when they are either happy or mad, no one can tell. They are foul-tasting creatures that are beautiful to watch. These Swiss guys are pretty good and this, their first album from 19 years ago is a solid place to start. They’re still at it.

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Abel Folgar

Scoundrel, bon vivant, rocanrolero, fútbol cretin... giving into flights of poesy whenever the whiskey's free. Caracas, VZ/Miami, FL. Follow me on Twitter @abelf77.

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