I’m sensing a bit of a pattern here. Apparently the early to mid-nineties were my adventure years with music. They weren’t terribly experimental years, as I very rarely wandered from the basic rock formula of vocals-electric guitar-drums, but I was managing to collect a few albums by bands not readily sliding off the tongue in G.O.A.T conversations. Twenty years later some of these bands are no longer even known, have limited or non-existent Wikipedia pages, and those albums I bought turned out to be the high water mark of their careers.
This band isn’t quite that bad, but ultimately their success and fame was limited to their homeland of Australia. Which is a shame of sorts since I quite enjoyed their debut album which I once again picked up in the dingy basement record shop that used to reside on campus at University of Waterloo.
A driving hard rock band reminiscent of AC/DC, not surprising considering their Australian roots, these guys had a brief dalliance with global fame thanks to what must have been rotational play on Much Music and MTV at the time. I have no idea where else I’d have heard of these guys. I doubt anyone else I know ever heard them and it’s doubtful any of you reading this have ever heard of them. The only reason that is strange is because there is one cut on this album that is a surefire winner with the disgruntled, First World jock types who love a good audience participation song. That song is “F.R.C” which I’ll let you decipher or look up if you’re curious. How that didn’t become a staple of outdoor rock festivals overrun with drunken, obnoxious white boys is beyond me.
That gem aside, along with the minor hit this album did have (a song I’m not terribly fond of), the album is loaded with great guitar rock leading off with this rocker that initiated my interest in the band. I’m kicking off your weekend with something you’ve likely never heard in your life. If you enjoy kickass guitar riffs you’ll love this tune. This is “C’mon” from the 1991 debut album All For One by The Screaming Jets.