My brother continues with his “42 Greatest Albums” list – and yesterday he launched a review of The Raunch Hands’ album – which … well … I have mentioned the album before in a post I wrote about albums from my childhood … It was long-lost, I thought. It was in my parents’ collection and we, as children, were OBSESSED with it … and I won’t talk anymore.
I laughed so hard tears streamed down my face, reading it – remembering my childhood – and I also got a lump in my throat. Just the way he describes things and the passion behind his words. Then also, how he envisions us, as children, singing along to this album:
It came out at the height of the Cold War, before social unrest became pigeonholed into long hair and stinky underarms. These guys look like a Skull ‘n Bones charter meeting but this is some of the most radical shit ever. They open with ‘The Bomb Song’ which chronicles a Slavic terrorist group as they keep having to come up with someone new to carry the suicide package.
Imagine 3 kids in Toughskins, faces smeared with Oreos gathered around a record player in 1976. Nerf football in the corner. Fisher Price Little People everywhere. They chant in unison, “Mama’s aim is bad and the copskys all know Dad so it’s Brother Ivanovich’s turn to throw the bomb!”
I am CRYING with laughter!
Please go read the whole thing!!
yeah! thanks for the plug! i boomerang from the raunch hands to guns n’ roses new album today!
The image of all of us singing a rousing song about the HUAC is just killing me.
That really is your family in a nutshell.