Fear, “The Record” (Slash, 1982)
Fear could never happen now, that’s for sure. They went out of their way to act like the biggest assholes imaginable, and without the saving posture of “just kidding” or “I’m really a nice guy” that might have palliated the offense. Their saving graces were (1) an uncompromising nihilism that played no favorites, not even themselves; and (2) a distinctive and unsettling sonic attack, pumped and agile rhythm section driving lacerating atonal guitar spew, and Lee Ving’s drunk-as-sociopath bellow.
Try 1, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 12, 15
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