There are two states during which I feel the need to listen to punk rock: whenever I’m passing through a stressful period at work, and when I’m in party animal mood. Last week I was living both such states, and the current one, I’m just stressed.

Probably the reason is that I have to focus my agitation on something powerful and raw, as to find some relief, and achieve a point of exhaustion.

For this reason, it’s time for another week with two albums listened nonstop.

Once I had written about STP’s Thank You, and because my getaway weekend in Madrid was getting closer (what a blast!), I recovered Apocalypse Dudes.

This is one of the albums I’ve related to party mood most. I got obsessed in 2002, when Turbonegro re-joined. Even my nick in forums used to be Toi Von Helvete. My friend Gonzalo was the same, and I christened him as Pamparius due to one of these conversations between two drunk friends. He just said to me “You got nothing to lose?”, and the instant reply was obvious, “Pamparius”. Since then, he’s Pamparius, and will be for the rest of his life. It might sound a bit ridiculous when we get old, but tell me, isn’t it a cool war nickname or what?

Anyway, Turbonegro are not the most original band in the world musically speaking, in fact, they copy like hell. You listen to the songs, lyrics aside, and it’s like you were playing other bands albums. Ramones is the most clear influence, but there are more. I remember Dungaree High and it was Black Flag’s Nervous Breakdown, positive!

The added values are the lyrics, the appearance and the attitude. This homo punk rock style, with nasty lyrics talking about asses, good heads, erections, darkness, and dirty and vulgar sex are simply irresistible. Hank Von Helvete, away from being a gorgeous Norwegian frontman is a piece of meat, but with top hat, cape, huge belly, eyes with terrible make up, and stick, once again, copying Merciful Fate’s singer, just like that. Cool anyway.

And yes, they are an aggressive and rude band, transmitting energy and mean attitude.

Hymns such as The Age of Pamparius, Get It On, or Are You Ready (for some darkness) recharge your low batteries instantly. Easy and repetitive chorus, for you to yell, make them perfect for the hottest moment in a rockin’ night, I reckon.

Back from my break in Madrid, I’m exhausted. It was a hell of a weekend, too much fun concentrated in two nights full of booze and surrounded by great friends (Artie, one more time, marry me!), and three days combined with hangovers and the exceptional company of my hosts, Agnès and Kiko, the best.

By Monday all the magic was a fresh memory, darkened by a mess at work and too fuckin’ much stress and incidences. Damn! Happiness for real yielded time to weariness and a weak moody state, suitable for playing L.A.M.F once and once again.

I’ve told already how much I like Johnny Thunders, my favorite so called romantic junkie.  New York Dolls aside, L.A.M.F was actually the first album I got of this guy, just because everyone I knew attached to rock used to tell me how great this album was/is. First impression was not so awesome though. I remember Thunders’ voice was a bit annoying, sound was rough and not as powerful as bands I was currently listening to. As years passed, and my music knowledge and taste developed (and improved), I started to enjoy with this album, eventually falling in love with all his solo stuff. Hurt Me and So Alone are simply magic.

Guess with Thunders I followed the same steps as his career evolution: first attracted by the glam of New York Dolls, to continue with the filth and raw chaotic sound with The Heartbreakers (that’s genuine punk about, am I wrong?), to end up delighted by Thunders on his own, with his most romantic and painful vision of love.

Where to start? I find the tracklist a bunch of classic songs, I love them all the same for one reason or another. I Wanna Be Loved is crazy, Born To Loose an anthem, Do You Love Me? The perfect cover, Let Go, Get Off the Phone, Pirate Love… all of them are necessary.

Another album full of hits, characterized by attitude, roughness and energy, if you love rock, Like A Mother Fucker  is a MUST!

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