Crisis Party is yet another band I had never heard of before venturing into the stacks of KEXP for this here blog, but wow — this album has everything! The cliché album title, the hair, the bandannas, the torn jeans, the graffiti, the brick wall band photo… wow. Maybe in 1989 this wasn’t as ridiculous as it is today, but looking back almost 20 years later, it’s hard to suppress a snicker. This is, of course, saying nothing about the music of Crisis Party, which I haven’t been able to listen to yet (such song titles as “Voodoo Sex Doll” definitely intrigue). Let’s go to the KCMU folks for their take, shall we?
|“‘Come bite ze apple’? This seems to have as much of a ‘generic Seattle sound’ as anything I’ve heard recently. A tad monotonous, but hey, it rocks.”
“Hey, Neil Sussman got a thank you on the back of this LP.”
“They ROCK! Original? Well no, but well worth a spin.”
“I went to school with the drummer.”
Well, there you have it, folks. Crisis Party: they rock, yet in an unoriginal, monotonous manner; they are dumb, yet at least their drummer has some education.