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  • We’re all pushed out of the womb several times in life. The first when we enter this world (thanks mom!) The second push comes as a teenager you become aware of a world so vast, and so beyond your imagination that for a moment you are suspended in incomprehensible confusion and rage and devotion and ideas and it didn’t matter if you were a maladjusted teen jerk-off or a hardcore punk, but a dreadded guy in a dress and big yellow micky mouse gloves is kissing his lead guitarist as sound and light and drop dead class A freak babes and an overwhelming sense of revolution bombs your brain and you realize that everything had suddenly changed forever. For hundreds of thousands of kids around the world in the late 80’s, Janes was right there pushing and pulling us out of our wombs into new lives. And … those mickey mouse gloves were freaky.Some people were drawn to the genere-crashing sound. Tribal. Metal. Dub. Freaked out f’ed up echo wah solo madness. I was drawn to the poet warrior side of this band. “Chip Away” gets a little maligned in these reviews and it was by far the masterpiece on this record that pushed me out into this world for he second time. It was the crushing power of the drums (played on a mic’d up ice chest live) and the lyrics. God help us those lyrics. CHIP AWAYI chip awayCause I’m not okSo II chip awayPoked a hole right into myselfAnd inside I found someoneWho said I was O.K.Still I don’t feel easyOn this treeAmong the blossomsCausticallyI am the thornClose my eyes to take up spare timeI wish I justCould be where the crowd goesWith the crowdThey must be going somewhereUp from the catacombsI ran into the angel againHe took the high roadAnd I took the low roadWe both were dirty facesWe both were dirty facesI don’tI don’tI don’tDon’t feel easyI don’tI don’tI don’tDon’t feel easyMad poet warriors. No one, now or then, wrote lyrics like that. Now the album sounds like a document of an era. Like a Son House album, an old Dylan record, or the Wailers at their prime. So much has passed since it’s introduction that it now seems revolutionary for different reasons than it did at the time, but it’s a revolution none the less. Props to mom for the first birth and Perry for the second. I’ve got to remember to send him a mother’s day card.

    Posted on February 25, 2010