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Boomkat Product Review:
Something wonderful happened in early 80s Manhattan, and while it didn't mean a lot to most folk at the time, the art-pop of bands like Suicide, DNA, Glenn Branca and later Sonic Youth would capture the imagination of generations to come, they just didn't know it yet. Social Climbers brought something a little different to the table, not least because they hailed from the Midwestern wasteland of Indiana, but also because they actually had some instrumental prowess. You see most of the bands affiliated with the movement (especially the lesser known ones) seemed to forget that it helped to be able to play keyboard/guitar before pressing the record button. All that was needed was a bag of blow and the right friends with the right jacket and shades. Thankfully Social Climbers had the good sense to learn their craft first, and the result is this single, lone album, originally released on three 7"s in 1980. Oddly listening to it now it seems to make perfect sense in the wake of releases from Not Not Fun and Hippos In Tanks. There's no way Amanda Brown's crucial LA Vampires project didn't take at least a couple of scoops of NYC no-wave dementia when pioneering her sickly, funk damaged records - and hearing an album made without any of that reference is a real privilege. Social Climbers self titled LP might not have the status of Suicide's debut, but fans of grimy disintegrated trash pop should look no further.