13 Songs, 35 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

This Atlanta-based quartet plays garage rock that sounds as if it never left the garage. The Black Lips are loud, raw, out of tune — and as a result one of the most exciting sounding groups to wave the 21st Century garage rock banner. This album was allegedly recorded live in Tijuana. However, the recording quality is so haphazard, the audience so disjointed (they often seem to be talking to one another while waiting for a riot to happen) and the band so inclined towards mythmaking that it wouldn’t be surprising to learn that these are deliberately amateurishly recorded studio recordings with added crowd noise. In any case, the performances are inspired in their reckless abandon. The backing vocals are moaned in out-of-tune unison, the guitars play at top speed and the drummer doesn’t stop for anyone. Singer Cole Alexander poses and pouts like every great raspy garage-rock singer and one can hear the 13th Floor Elevators, the Trashmen and any number of grand practitioners in their effort. “Dirty Hands” is a ballad sung by a drunken choir, while “Boone” is a beautiful noise, the backing singers turning the title into cries of labor pain. Powerful and perverse.

EDITORS’ NOTES

This Atlanta-based quartet plays garage rock that sounds as if it never left the garage. The Black Lips are loud, raw, out of tune — and as a result one of the most exciting sounding groups to wave the 21st Century garage rock banner. This album was allegedly recorded live in Tijuana. However, the recording quality is so haphazard, the audience so disjointed (they often seem to be talking to one another while waiting for a riot to happen) and the band so inclined towards mythmaking that it wouldn’t be surprising to learn that these are deliberately amateurishly recorded studio recordings with added crowd noise. In any case, the performances are inspired in their reckless abandon. The backing vocals are moaned in out-of-tune unison, the guitars play at top speed and the drummer doesn’t stop for anyone. Singer Cole Alexander poses and pouts like every great raspy garage-rock singer and one can hear the 13th Floor Elevators, the Trashmen and any number of grand practitioners in their effort. “Dirty Hands” is a ballad sung by a drunken choir, while “Boone” is a beautiful noise, the backing singers turning the title into cries of labor pain. Powerful and perverse.

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Ratings and Reviews

4.1 out of 5
14 Ratings

14 Ratings

Labatt205 ,

Solid live disc

I wish they would have included a few more songs (the album is only a little over 30 mins), but everything included captures the essence of the sound of the Black Lips. I don't think "better production" would have helped this album at all- its the Lip's raw/organic feel that sets them apart from the recycled nonesense that is out these days. Smell the smoke and taste the tequila- live from Tijuana, Mexico... THE BLACK LIPS!!!!!

Zachairy ,

Great record, but this is not live

I have a very good source close to the band that claims this was a studio thing. Yes, they did play Tijuana, but this ain't the recording of that show.

Open yer fxxxin ears, jackass.

mdgarmager ,

This is a Live Recording!

There would be no apparent reason for the Black Lips to "fake" a live recording, there is also the live video from this performance to attest to it's authenticity. According to interviews with the band, John Reis, of Rocket from the Crypt, recorded and produced this recording and he used special equipment, microphones, etc. Hell, I could be wrong, but the evidence suggests that this is truly the genuine article. Whatever the verdict, I suggest that you just enjoy it. It's a great record and it's worth hearing more than once.

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