04/12/2022
THE MAKERS: S/t LP review on OSCARKOTJ blog!
http://oscarkotj.blogspot.com/2022/11/makers-f**k-you-chaputa-records-lp.html
I can't believe it! It's been 27 years since this album appeared in my life and it gives the impression that time barely moves around, a feeling I can't shake off every time a record that left some kind of mark on my life is retrieved.
I look back and remember the hours I used to put in a few photocopied sheets of paper on a silly thing called KICK OUT THE JAMS, where a lot of bands from all over the world made me lose my mind and above all a record label (ESTRUS) that was like an enlightenment. Every new reference that my good friend Dave announced or released was a reason for worship. One of those bands were these brats from Spokane in the state of Washington, with their first single (Here comes trouble , Estrus- 1993) where they showed an arrogance worthy of the most mo*********ng punk in your neighborhood, some imbebes marked by the Trashmen and the Mighty Caesars/Headcoats that won the admiration of Mr Crider who did not hesitate to put all the machinery of his label at the disposal of these misfits. It didn't take long to get an Lp and singles offers for labels like Rip Off, Sympathy, Dionysus, Get Hip, in little more than two years they made a discography worth treasuring. In the middle of the 90's came this lp where the cover design by Art Chantry made very clear the attitude of these guys. Again, Tim Kerr was in charge of them, who according to the promo sheet of the time survived the two-day hell in the Egg Studios of Conrad Uno (Popllama's boss*).
The brawl begins with "Little piece of action" in the purest Childish style that gives way to "Do what I wanna" with an intensity that overflows. The guitars fire in repetitive riffs in songs like "Drinkin big wáter" and the vocal hesitations are a few albums ahead of the band's future. Echoes of the Seeds' "Pushin too hard" are twisted mercilessly in "Angry Young Man", "Waste of flesh", "Nothing in no time", "Esmeralda" or "I'm not a social kind a guy" like someone who gives a blanket of unknowing slaps to the person in front of him. The attitude does not diminish on the b-side, with red knuckles and the desire to get angry far from fading away, they look you in the face and warm your ears with "White bread", "Try a new lie", "Please kill yourself" or "Hate your games". Track after track they show what I understand as punk rock, square rhythms, attitude, intensity and the sensation that they cared about everything just enough when they lift their foot off the accelerator with "Sad Little Bug" to give way to one of those tracks that get engraved in your brain like "She's going under" that, re-listening to it in this re-release, I imagine it in the hands of my beloved Cynics, just like the memory of Stiv Bators with the Dead Boys makes an appearance on "Getting even" or Sky Saxon on "Kind thar kills". A brutal album that has not lost steam in all these years and that I have enjoyed listening to it as the first time. Just to add that this Chaputa reissue is 500 copies, is re-mastered by Jack Endino and includes a 4-page insert that did not exist in the original edition. And as the provocateurs that they were, they continue to dedicate to all those clubs that kicked them both outside and inside, an iconic front and back cover.
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