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![]() NO MATTER HOW LONG THE LINE AT THE CAFETERIA THERE IS ALWAYS A SEAT LP 01. No 02. Narrow View 03. I Do Care 04. Listen 05. What's the Word? 06. Common Beat 07. No Love 08. Which Way to Go 09. Killing Time 10. Work Label: Enigma Records Cat #: 72028 Format: LP Released: 1985 |
Reviews: The second LP to come from these Texas Big Boys continues to find them mixing funk styles with some head splitting hardcore. They also do an overly long rap tune called "Common Beat" (quite!). What makes this LP great is songs like "No", "Narrow View" and "Which Way to Go". I also appreciated their commentary on "Work" - "40 hours, what do I live for/A trailer and a weekend somewhere/Just to be happy and free from doubt/Situations that we can share". -Ron Philips (from Task #2, June 1985) Ever since I found out the Big Boys broke up, I've had trouble getting out of bed in the morning. All the beauty that life had to offer seems dim and not even worth changing the sheets for. That was until we received this piece of post-mortem in the mail. Each new track is unmistakably the Big Boys funking off and scratching to an all-time high of power with an underscore of thought-provoking messages much in the vein of Hüsker Dü and X. From the very first whistle to the last sing-along chorus, the idea comes through loud and clear. That's right, put a fishbone through your ear and paint your body green because life is just a party. This record probably won't end hunger in Ethiopia, but it at least got me to change the sheets on my bed... -Steve Alper (from Ink Disease #9, Summer 1985) This post-mortem (?) LP recorded in August '84 is a potpourri of the many directions this band was heading. Sometimes, the record seems incohesive, but there's great talent here. They do some killer raps, a HÜSKER DÜ-type pop song, partying-style wildness, great punk anthems, and dissonant jazzy stuff. Not their best as a concept, but still not to be missed. -Ruth Schwartz (from Maximum Rocknroll #24, April 1985) |