Thursday, October 22, 2020

Crust - Sacred Heart Of Crust

Label: Trance Syndicate
Year: 1990

Set the oven to "Fucked" and bake up another chilaquile layered with blues damage, warped honky tonk noise, industrial throb, and general raucous-n-roll. Sprinkle with mescaline prior to serving.

This is the record that started Trance Syndicate down a long and illustrious...and pockmarked, and dusty, and by all accounts unsafe...road. 

Crust would earn money by passing a collection tray at shows. Shows that praised the Sacred Heart of Crust, a debauched and  grotesque idol to noise. Beats the ole, "we have shirts for sale in the back" shtick. You'll hear the martial preaching theme run through this release, albeit preaching for that which is unholy and obscene. Church should be this fun.

If you've gotten this far in life without knowing what Crust sounds like, and find yourself on the fence as to whether or not this is a record you're prepared for, my best assessment would be: (old) Cop Shoot Cop mixed with Ed Hall mixed with a little bit of Feederz and a little bit of (old) Butthole Surfers. Unsanitary at best.

*originally posted 11.02.15, reposted 10.22.20

1 comment:

Pete in DPDX said...

Thank you for remembering these guys. Even here early on they are able to get a mean, degenerate, groove going and rock out pretty damn hard. I love the drums and all the reverb and how they can sound a bit like trash cans being thrown down a hill.

CRUST made some of the funniest and scariest rock music I've heard. "Sack Lunch" from here is a good example , something that straight up freaked me out when I was an impressionable youth. On CRUSTY LOVE there's "How About You", and "Melissa", Hell even the lyrics of "Painsville" are potently ominous. But then there are genuine knee-slappers like "Chlamydia Is Not a Flower", "Sammy", "Rebong".... I miss being young and stumbling over strange weirdo Trance SYndicate albums like this and the Pain Teens, etc.

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