Killed By Death #12

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Release Date: 1996

Label: Redrum Records

Compilation of tracks from extremely rare U.S. and Canadian punk records (1977-1982).

2,000 pressed on black vinyl with white and brown labels.

Liner Notes On The Jacket:
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Ha, who are these phantom jokers and fat heads who pose as us but offer the sniff of a stale sock? In time, we must kill them, but for now we give to you but the purest of barrel scrapings. Dig the dross. You will be having a triple bypass sooner than a copy of this lost classic by the Cardiac Kidz ('79). Two 45s and plenty of shows, but noone remembers them or their giant mohawks, um, we mean mustaches. Most bands had to suck Doug Moody's cock to get on his famed Mystic label. Aryan Disgrace ('83) only had to write him this love song. A fascinating story behind this minor AM radio hit. Chicago's Strike Under ('81) have the dubious honor of having the first and only punk release on the dreaded disco label Wax Trax. A projected release for Autumn was aborted out of embarrassment. General Foodz ('80) recorded just one crude 45 for the Destiny label/studio in the Boston area. They soon called it quits to pursue their spelling full-time. Ebenezer & The Bludgeons ('78) offer yet another ambiguous punk song about the history of soap. Even Adolf was upset at the poor quality of the pressing. This second 45 by Detroit's Cult Heroes ('81) on the Maverick label is much tougher to locate than the earlier release. Almost a sleazepunk answer to the Mutants' lightweight "So American". These mysterious Lizerds ('81) from Bakersfield sing about alien invaders perhaps. You tell us, their mouths seem to be stuffed with insects. Self-released on the Demos-Tones label. Grease your ass for the limp dick of Milwaukee's Lubricants ('80). This smack-fueled punk could have used a little energy, but at least they admit it. Multimedia art-rockers Ground Zero ('79) were pseudopunks for about a minute. Relive that not-so-special moment. We promise dross, we deliver. Sad to see our favorite ex-cons The Injections ('80) turn folkie and adopt the politics. This one was surely written on the Betty Ford Clinic leg of the world tour. No lies and no nukes and maybe Jane Fonda for vice president. Yuck, we prefer the usual well-armed psychopaths. San Antonio's Rejects ('80) recorded these tracks as an audition for the high school marching band with predictable results. They later swiped some french horns and tubas to finance the 100 copy press. You've come a long way, baby, but you're still stupid. With this kiss-off to the modern woman, Meaty Buys ('79) ensured that they'd be eating White Castle hamburgers instead of pussy for the rest of their lives. Seattle's Silly Killers ('82) wrote the song about the book on knife wielding and maintenance. If OJ had read page one, he would've known that a gun makes things so much easier. On the NCS label out of New Hampshire, the other Nubs ('80) serve you a typical boy-hates-girl punker. The flip on this was bad enough to warrant a few spins of the Dr. Demento show. Terrors of the early Texas scene Legionaire's Disease Band ('79) took their name from the epidemic that took one of their grandfathers. As a tribute, he is pictured on the 45 sleeve. We can't joke about such strangeness. The sound of Jerry Lewis fronting a bad new wave band did not turn out to be the "sound of the 80s" as Peer Pressure ('80) had hoped. A mystery band from Greenwich, Connecticut. This bit of manic nonsense from Cheaters ('80) was the second release on Seattle's No Threes label. Kurt Bloch supplies his usual blasting guitar. Only a bunch of East coast Catholic fuck faces as Stains ('80) would express guilt over such poorly executed punk rock. Ten hail GGs and all is forgiven, our sons. It didn't take a genius to realize that punk was all over way before Teenage PhDs ('82) made the official announcement. A fitting salute to our final installment.

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