Living in a mountain town can be quite boring to a teenager. At least it was for me in December of 1988. There wasn't much to do besides getting fucked up and listening to music. I was lucky enough to have cool parents who let me do all of that at our house. They were cool with the beer and weed, but everything else we kept under wraps. They didn't like our music, but they put up with it. My mom always told us we needed to learn "the blues". The main thing that we listened to back then was thrash metal and punk.
A couple of us played instruments and made a couple of attempts at starting our own band. One was a three piece with no name, consisting of two guitar players and a drummer. I think we had two songs, plus half of "The Prisoner" by Iron Maiden. Our best song had a chorus that went "Deadly, deadly nightmares, killing off innocent lives, deadly, deadly nightmares, eating flesh is how they survive" Bleeaaauuuughh!!!!!!!!!! Me and my friend Derek (they called him "Punky" back then) wanted to start a band and call it "Regid Edge". We had a few songs, some home made t-shirts, and a lot of fun. We never really did anything with it. Neither one of us had a car.
The only "real" band in town was "Mortuary", and they were playing two nights in a row at a very short lived youth center/hangout called "The Pony Express". Actually, a lot of things in that town were called "The Pony Express", but this was a very special event. My thrash friends from the city came up and we headed over to the show. This was exciting stuff. We were kicking back in the parking lot, drinking a bunch of beer, when one of our friends came over and asked us if we wanted to buy an "8th". So, like the metal head stoners that we were, we said, "uuhh, yeahh". He told us, "watch out, everyone's calling this shit DEATH BUDS" . We payed him no mind.
We smoked a few rounds and then headed off to the club. We were totally in our element that night. When we got to the front of the place, every kind of freak that had been hiding out in all of those little mountain towns came out to feed. Punks, goths, hippies, and metal heads were lined up all the way down the wall. We saw some people that we knew, so we walked up to the front door. I was standing there all high and drunk, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Punky sit down on the front of a VW bus. I thought nothing of it. All of a sudden, I heard a smack and a couple thuds. I look over and see Punky laying face first on the ground, still in sitting position. We got him up and went inside, and the he clung to a railing with the look of "Death" in his eyes. I went up to him and he said "get me the hell out of here". So we rounded up the troops and headed back to my place, it was about a 30 minute ride. On the ride out there, Punky stared into outerspace, me and my friend Richard giggled like little girls, and his girlfriend Jenny pulled over and puked her high away. I felt like I was on acid.
I heard it was a great show. All the kids slam danced like they just learned how. Mortuary played their Metallica covers, plus a few originals and brought out a bunch of "hair band" records and smashed them to bits. We went the next night, but the momentum from the previous night had been cut in half. Everyone was well behaved, but the kids still slam danced like they just learned how. We stayed clear of the "Death Buds" that night.
Here's a few off of their demo tape "Finally".
Fallen AngelsSoldier of FortuneThe Oath
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I'm in love with this band. I guess people would call this lo-fi twee pop or something. I don't know, but it gets me everytime. I love stripped down stuff like this. The Rough Bunnies are two in number and are from Sweden. Frida plays the drums and sings and Anna plays the guitar and sings. That's all they need. You can order their cdrs form Bedroom Records in Sweden, as well as a couple of other places on that site. Stop by their website and myspace page for more downloads and to say hi.
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