Punk emerged about a decade before I was born, but when I put on the Dead Boys' debut album "Young Loud and Snotty" it feels like I have always been apart of the exciting groundbreaking scene.
As soon as the record starts with its classic opener "Sonic Abuser" (which contains phased-out drums...possibly the only punk band who could get away with this) I instantly travel back in time to 1977 in downtown New York City and I am at the legendary CBGB'S. I, along with everybody else around me looks and smells like shit, but I am witnessing history.
I truly feel that I was either born at the wrong time, or I was a punk rocker in some previous life. This is my proof that reincarnation does exist after all.
Front man Stiv Bators sneers his way through the record. He is one of most's charismatic front men in rock & roll, and also, in some cases, extremely overlooked.
"Ain't Nothin' to Do" is the perfect "bored with nothing to do, I must fullfill my life" anthem (after "Bored Teenagers, of course) as Bators snarls his way through like a rabid dog.
This is a great rock record that still punches you after 32 years.
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