Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Typically, L7 is just about the closest I get to listening to metal, their early '90s work being for me a landmark of rock & roll attitude fused with a wit and consciousness I don't get out of most macho hardish rock. But this debut album of theirs, which I only just heard for the first time this week, falls too far on the grinding obnoxious boredom side of punk, thrash, and metal for my tastes. It's only sporadically terrible -- the tasteless "Metal Stampede" and endless "Uncle Bob" being the worst offenders -- but also only sporadically in the same universe as their great grunge-era work, specifically on wily opener "Bite the Wax Tadpole," the catchy Runaways rip "Ms. 45," and the undeniably fun "Snake Handler." The rest is screamy stuff just not to my taste, disappointingly enough.