Mars Archives Volume Two: 11000 Volts to Tunnel
Rare insight to the live performance of No wave’s original template wreckers, gathered by the band’s Mark Cunningham from every known tape recording of Mars to document the band in full, unfettered thrust, carving up the ground in front of them.
More feral than any shit shot from England’s much vaunted punk scene at that time, Mars traded in real deal rocking primitivism, which may sound like a dodgy strapline on your dad’s jeans, but actually put all the (theoretical) bands in his prized (theoretical) punk collection to shame with their thundering, atonal, alien sensibilities.
As opposed to corny sing-a-longs and posturing, Mars give you a beat to follow and trample all over it with everything set to f**ked-up, from the possessed male and female vocals to the prongs of their panic attack guitars and unflinching distortion.
The A-side here includes renditions of Cairo and RTMT which never appeared on any other format at that time, and the ferocious B-side, salvaged from audience recorded tapes, features a healthy amounta encouragement/heckling from an audience which purportedly includes Lydia Lunch, among others.
It still beggars belief how many bands still play melodic UK style punk and can still look you in the eye when this stuff exists, and from nigh on 40 years ago now.
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Rare insight to the live performance of No wave’s original template wreckers, gathered by the band’s Mark Cunningham from every known tape recording of Mars to document the band in full, unfettered thrust, carving up the ground in front of them.
More feral than any shit shot from England’s much vaunted punk scene at that time, Mars traded in real deal rocking primitivism, which may sound like a dodgy strapline on your dad’s jeans, but actually put all the (theoretical) bands in his prized (theoretical) punk collection to shame with their thundering, atonal, alien sensibilities.
As opposed to corny sing-a-longs and posturing, Mars give you a beat to follow and trample all over it with everything set to f**ked-up, from the possessed male and female vocals to the prongs of their panic attack guitars and unflinching distortion.
The A-side here includes renditions of Cairo and RTMT which never appeared on any other format at that time, and the ferocious B-side, salvaged from audience recorded tapes, features a healthy amounta encouragement/heckling from an audience which purportedly includes Lydia Lunch, among others.
It still beggars belief how many bands still play melodic UK style punk and can still look you in the eye when this stuff exists, and from nigh on 40 years ago now.
Rare insight to the live performance of No wave’s original template wreckers, gathered by the band’s Mark Cunningham from every known tape recording of Mars to document the band in full, unfettered thrust, carving up the ground in front of them.
More feral than any shit shot from England’s much vaunted punk scene at that time, Mars traded in real deal rocking primitivism, which may sound like a dodgy strapline on your dad’s jeans, but actually put all the (theoretical) bands in his prized (theoretical) punk collection to shame with their thundering, atonal, alien sensibilities.
As opposed to corny sing-a-longs and posturing, Mars give you a beat to follow and trample all over it with everything set to f**ked-up, from the possessed male and female vocals to the prongs of their panic attack guitars and unflinching distortion.
The A-side here includes renditions of Cairo and RTMT which never appeared on any other format at that time, and the ferocious B-side, salvaged from audience recorded tapes, features a healthy amounta encouragement/heckling from an audience which purportedly includes Lydia Lunch, among others.
It still beggars belief how many bands still play melodic UK style punk and can still look you in the eye when this stuff exists, and from nigh on 40 years ago now.
Rare insight to the live performance of No wave’s original template wreckers, gathered by the band’s Mark Cunningham from every known tape recording of Mars to document the band in full, unfettered thrust, carving up the ground in front of them.
More feral than any shit shot from England’s much vaunted punk scene at that time, Mars traded in real deal rocking primitivism, which may sound like a dodgy strapline on your dad’s jeans, but actually put all the (theoretical) bands in his prized (theoretical) punk collection to shame with their thundering, atonal, alien sensibilities.
As opposed to corny sing-a-longs and posturing, Mars give you a beat to follow and trample all over it with everything set to f**ked-up, from the possessed male and female vocals to the prongs of their panic attack guitars and unflinching distortion.
The A-side here includes renditions of Cairo and RTMT which never appeared on any other format at that time, and the ferocious B-side, salvaged from audience recorded tapes, features a healthy amounta encouragement/heckling from an audience which purportedly includes Lydia Lunch, among others.
It still beggars belief how many bands still play melodic UK style punk and can still look you in the eye when this stuff exists, and from nigh on 40 years ago now.
First ever vinyl issue of live recordings made at CBGB’s and Max’s Kansas City NYC between March-April 1978. Includes photocopied A4 insert and download code. Edition of 500
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Rare insight to the live performance of No wave’s original template wreckers, gathered by the band’s Mark Cunningham from every known tape recording of Mars to document the band in full, unfettered thrust, carving up the ground in front of them.
More feral than any shit shot from England’s much vaunted punk scene at that time, Mars traded in real deal rocking primitivism, which may sound like a dodgy strapline on your dad’s jeans, but actually put all the (theoretical) bands in his prized (theoretical) punk collection to shame with their thundering, atonal, alien sensibilities.
As opposed to corny sing-a-longs and posturing, Mars give you a beat to follow and trample all over it with everything set to f**ked-up, from the possessed male and female vocals to the prongs of their panic attack guitars and unflinching distortion.
The A-side here includes renditions of Cairo and RTMT which never appeared on any other format at that time, and the ferocious B-side, salvaged from audience recorded tapes, features a healthy amounta encouragement/heckling from an audience which purportedly includes Lydia Lunch, among others.
It still beggars belief how many bands still play melodic UK style punk and can still look you in the eye when this stuff exists, and from nigh on 40 years ago now.