Year: 1982
Country: US
City: New York
Label: Roir
Format: cassette
Tracks: 22
Time: 50 min.
Genre: rock
Style: Punk Hardcore
Country: US
City: New York
Label: Roir
Format: cassette
Tracks: 22
Time: 50 min.
Genre: rock
Style: Punk Hardcore
"New York Thrash" originally
released in 1982, features the heart of the New York City (natives or
punk emigrants) pre-crossover punk-hardcore era, bands that were heavily
influenced by the ’77 punks, actually were ’77 and pre-’77 punks, or
simply picked up a guitar and tried to ape the Sex Pistols and Ramones after hearing a couple of songs on the excellent college radio stations or the punk/New Wave mainstay, WLIR, in the area at the time (that time has since gone, folks -- R.I.P.). "New York Thrash" features bands like The Mad, Kraut (does anyone who isn’t under 30 know who Kraut were? Hello!), Heart Attack, the Undead, and the mighty, mighty Adrenalin O.D. You’ll also find bands such as Fiends, the Nihilistics, Even Worse, the False Prophets, the Bad Brains, the Stimulators, and believe it or not, the wet-behind-the-ears Beastie Boys. Why
this collection is important to own should be more than obvious: here
is genuine punk rock, serious vintage punk. To some it might sound
dated, why? Easy: it sounds too punk. Too punk for folks who think the
whole “alternative” music happening just appeared out of nothing in
1992. It’s important for everyone who reads Ink 19 to own a copy of New York Thrash,
because you need to understand what really was going on in the early
1980s. If you’re watching TV and seeing those retarded ads for 1980s
collections, you’ll think the entire world was hooked on shit like Frankie Goes to Hollywood or Culture Club.
The truth is those bands were as corporate as they come, just like the
“alternative” (is that term fucking meaningful any more?) crap we’ve had
to endure since radio discovered the huge market of disgruntled 1990s
kids. Sure, some of that “new wave” crap was pretty good, but when I
heard real punk rock and hardcore, it did something to me; I was
overcome by an incredible, liberating feeling. This is the music that
spoke for me then and speaks for me now. (I bought my first leather
jacket, when? I’ll tell you when: a year and a half ago! I was 34! You
spoiled teenage brats with your rich parents who shower you with the
money to get your damned tattoos and “punk” costumes, and pick you up
after a “punk” show in 1998 better buy this, and you’d better like it
and seek out the rest of the albums, if they’re collector’s items, steal
them, make tapes and circulate the tapes all over the country.) If it
doesn’t speak for you now, and if you consider yourself a punk, die." - David Lee Beowulf.