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CD Review – Volcano Suns, Bright Orange Years

volcano (bright/orange) suns

truth is boys will be
boys
and the boys
dreaming guitars
that dream guitars
dream of stars
across galaxies
phallic/seas
layering/prayering
american proto/feed
backing/punk/
re
vo
lu/tion
rock

oh distortion boys
and contortion girls
greasy spine
ever thrus/ting!
bright orange
thump/hump/ing
the bump and grind

t(h)rust this/
volcano!
suns!
ex
pl
ode!
and the snare
drummmmmmm
of peter prescott
erupts
to foot pound
re
sound
the dance core
earth/sun/star/moon
floor

slum it boys
slam it girls
it’s clear;ly
a descent into
hell and a balancing
act of screaming
volcano suns!
oh daughters
oh sons
re/vi/val!

re/vo/lu/tion
r/o/c/k!

howling boys will be
boys
oh volcanic sons
oh volcanic daughters
let’s go to punk school
and slip/slide
snakes n ladders/
that the heights
you climb
and from the mag/ni/fi/cent
view from which (you)
fall
the falling place!
it matters
punk rock
to me!

american style
first wave
second wave
third wave
holy fuck the wave
ride the cresting wave
be the in/spi/ral/ling
wave of dolls
ramones/burma du
replacements too
minutemen
and
from boston
the feed/back/core
of
independence
brightly orange
volcano suns
hallelujah

from the poise
feedback toys
comes the noise

the (st)art of noise

so promise me
sons and daughters
these songs
will be played loud
played proud

descent into hell
balancing act
truth is stranger than fishing
(a fun/da/mental in/stru/mental)
promise me
(volcano boys/volcano girls)
cover
(it matters to me!)
the mouth that roared
(the yowls and the howls)
(the sssspsssine tingles)
cornfield
animals
silvertone
sea cruise
greasy spine
nature and me
tree stomp
old paint
the central
(and a brightly orange
bril/li/ant/ly fun
cover of prince’s)
1999

come on boys
come on girls
revolution rock
(clash!)
call to guitars
call to dreams
call to drums
(smash!)
call to thump
call to hump
call to pump
(rum sodomy and the lash)

oh holy
oh fuck,
(pogues!)
oh youth
oh truth,
is stranger than
brightly orange fish
volcano suns
rocky
tingly
spine
(sex pistols)

it’s all in the never
ending waves
let’s surf
cresting boys
cresting girls
it matters to me!
and
e
rup
t!
to pe
ter
pres
cot
t.

v
o
l
c
a
n
o

s
u
n
s

About Eugene Osudar

“born, august 16, 1963. i’m 45, and yes, i’m getting too old for this. bring out the rocking chair. my first concert, november 1978, elvis costello and the attractions. i was 15. their blisteringly brilliant 65 minute set only served somebody to affirm my new direction in the musical parallel universes, new wave punk alternative, oh sanctity oh celebration (!Freedom!) college radio! i’m old, i’m used up and i’m free. i see 50something Full sets of music every month and dance most of them. and when i dance, i mean to say, I Dance and Celebrate, 2/3/4 hours a night. The Gaslight Anthem. The Boss. The Weber Brothers. The Wind Ups. i’ll dance with Los Campesinos. i’ll move to The Long Winters. The Replacements. Husker Du. The Pogues. oh elvis costello, oh Clash! i could go/go/go Gogol Bordello forever. L(eonard) Cohen. come, Dance With Me (Old 97s) wherever you may be, sincerely, eugene
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