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Teenage Jesus And The Jerks - Everything

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  • Audio CD (1 Aug. 2005)
  • Number of Discs: 1
  • Label: Atavistic
  • ASIN: B000001B6P
  • Other Editions: MP3 Download
  • Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (3 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: 677,473 in Music (See Top 100 in Music)

Track Listings

Disc: 1

  1. Red Alert
  2. Orphans
  3. The Closet
  4. Burning Rubber
  5. I Woke Up Dreaming
  6. Freud in Flop
  7. Baby Doll
  8. Race Mixing
  9. Crown of Thorns
  10. My Eyes
  11. Less of Me
  12. Red Alert (Mk. II)

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This difficult to get a hold of recording from late 70's New York has everything you would expect it to have from an album of that time and place. There's the discordant, rough-around-the-edges feel of the music, very sparse production values, and deeply anti-mainstream vocals.

But there is more: a sense of urgency and a severe lack of any pretension whatsoever. There is also weirdly, yet atmospherically sung lyrics, about various desolate, but vivid subject matter. The album begins with 'Red Alert' a musical alarm which chillingly blares out, like a musical prologue to 'Orphans', which in my opinion is the best song on the album. Lydia Lunch's vocal here will either be loved or hated. The first time I heard it, I was undecided, but very quickly reached the conclusion that I loved it. It is high and tinny, almost desperate and strangled sounding.

On the next song, 'Closet', Lydia's vocal becomes even more beseeching as she hollers her way through more grim subject matter, including the line "Won't you just please release me?", and a lyrical reference to Sharon Tate, one of the victims of the 'Manson Family'. Here, the music is very slow and deliberate, all plodding guitars and slow, harsh drumbeats. It all sounds incredibly atmospheric and very, very threatening.

If by 'Burning Rubber', you are in any doubt that Lydia Lunch has a voice which could crack glass, the first few moments of the song will soon make your mind up, as she hollers and screechs her way over prominent drums and spasmodic guitars like Siouxsie Sioux on Ketamine. This is nasty, nasty, sounding stuff - but so incredibly powerful that it is simply awe-inspiring!
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Teenage Jesus and the Jerks were the first no wavers of the New York punk scene. They set out the deconstruct music and make it fit to their rules. The guitar playing is barely coherant but Lunch's pained, coaxing, pleading voice shines through. Her lyrics are delicate, telling tales of bare footed orphans, bored middle-class housewives, the pain of love - never love songs, pain is always a theme recurrent with Lunch. It keeps her strong, and gives life to her music. Teenage Jesus were a new take on punk as it was in 1977/8. The songs are generally no longer than 2 minutes, as if they might implode or explode if they exceeded 120 seconds. They once played a concert that was three minutes long - three songs and not even a goodbye. The essence of Teenage Jesus, fleeting, intangible, just out of reach, brilliant and scorching.
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Proto noise punk without any excess frippery baggage. All the wangly dang do nonsense of bearded meandering up and down the plank finally binned and discarded. This was the musical revoltion of the non instro mental players creating their own sounds/textures dredged whilst taking a trip from out side their heads but scooping from within. Gone was the blues sexual beat, instead emerging alienated existential howls and screams of childhood torture. Latent kids connecting to the rivers and streams of thoughts flowing within their post Nixon/Watergate/Civil Rights/economic collapse era.

Instead of fading like some long lost scar, this still has a relevance. All the frills, whistles and bells have been discarded the only elements left are the drums, representing the heart beat, banging like a metal hammer on an ADHD's tin can, sometimes softer, sometimes hard and then very hard in repetition, guitar screeching in syncopation with the bass throbbing away to time. The vocals take you by the collar and lead you back to the space and time between 13-16 except now you are the accuser.

Blasted with emotional intelligence rather than just repetitive escapist journeys into the land of Conan, Rambo or Narnia.

Lydia fronted the band, one of the few women in punk along with Siouxsie, Slits, Polystytrene, Chrissie Hinde, Gaye Advert to make an impact.

Gone were the days of pink clad cheerleaders twiddling their highlights in bright white smiles. Instead a new form of woman emerged behind the cropped shorn man hating feminist will to power childood revengists.

This album represents this new sexual, confident and opinionated woman who could wield her own with other alienated men instead of the just dour spiteful and angry cropheads populating university campuses or the forever weeping heartless perenials locked in their blasted weed gardens.

Long life Lydia.
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31 of 35 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x95928300) out of 5 stars Could have been so much better 26 Jan. 2000
By Philip Welsh - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Audio CD
The title is extremely misleading -- Teenage Jesus only had about a dozen or so songs, and one of the band's most interesting facets was how much the songs changed across the various lineups and over the band's brief life, from the earliest incarnation with James Chance woop-woop-woobling away on his sax, to the incredibly fast/tight/spare final lineup. That said, it's a crime that they picked only one version of each TJ&J song (except for, as ever, Red Alert) -- the omission of the pink e.p.'s final version of "Less of Me" especially -- they really should have put EVERYTHING by the band on this, all the different versions -- the CD length still would've come to only about 35 minutes.
That said, this is primal female crotch-rock via an unanesthesized spinal tap with a rusty ice-pick. Jagged as a busted window, angry as a the proverbial Woman Scorned squared by simultaneous PMSing, New York as New York was once and will not be again for a long time: arrogance, attitude, grit and bile distilled to a perfume that leaves bloody, toothmarked, HIV+ hickeys all down your skinny white neck.
10 of 10 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x95928354) out of 5 stars A REAL Revelation... 8 Jan. 2004
By Anthony Thompson - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Audio CD
I first heard "Teenage Jesus" on the "No New York" compilation album from 1978. Frankly, 16-year-old Lydia blew Johnny Rotten and all the other snarling punks away with this incredibly primal music. And, unlike much of the music released from that time, "Teenage Jesus" is not dated one bit - it sounds as though it could have been released yesterday. If you hunger for some real and raw music, do yourself a favor and get this!
9 of 10 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x95d2acfc) out of 5 stars I took some time with this review... 26 Jan. 2006
By PSM/Bokor - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Audio CD
I've listened to this CD so many times over the past two weeks. Each time, I've had a visceral reaction to what I heard. As I write this, I'm not 100% sure that I'm qualified to review this.

Ultimately, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks have cemented a place in the foundation of punk music. This is a wretched attack on any concept of music one may have.

This is coming from a fan of Flipper, CRASS, Meat Puppets, MC-5, and Suicide. I own a butt load of Throbbing Gristle releases. I'm not a casual punk, obscure music wanna-be. I own and crave some sh--.

The casual listener and then some will hate this CD and bust it into a thousand pieces within 1 minute. 99% of listeners will give it a 1 star rating and lower.

I will defend Flux of Pink Indians. I believe they are a very important band. But, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks make Flux sound like a day at the park.

I say, this is phenomenal. This is gut wrenching, primal emotion thrown out there for the listener to endure.
7 of 8 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x959285dc) out of 5 stars Murder-Suicide 20 Oct. 2003
By L. Myers - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Audio CD
God I can't believe something like this exists on record--for future generations to discover--and wonder how f-d up the world was! Even now, after so much yet so little has been said about Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, I wonder what New York was like in the late 70s that could birth a 16-year old with the kind of scream that Lydia Lunch unleashed. In words alone, you might read 'scream' and think of the many genres of music that have been built around the 'scream' alone. But listen to this album and try to imitate Lydia's vocals (as I have, my poor tonsils) and you'll realize that you can't fashion this kind of expression. It has to be beatened and pummeled into existence, forced to do the worst acts that a cruel mind can compose. This music isn't pretty or even angry. Teenage Jesus and the Jerks made music that antagonized(s) the audience, attacking all comers as a defense mechanism for their loss of trust. But what do they sound like? I'll put it like this: The CD is about 18 minutes and 52 seconds long; it feels like its end never comes too soon. The band fills up every crevice of space. From the first note the music doesn't like you, doesn't want to like you, doesn't want you to like it. Throw it away, it dares you! The first time I heard this album I stopped the CD on the 3rd song and didn't come back to it for about 5 hours. I couldn't sit still and I couldn't think straight. But I came back for more and still do. You'll know immediately if you're ready for this or not.
5 of 6 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x9592881c) out of 5 stars Burning Rubber 3 April 2005
By Laura Torrespico - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Audio CD
This album is brutal and not much more than contorted, distorted and bizarre noises with the young Lydia screaming from the top of her lungs saying she wants to hurts someone, but with good reason if you know any of her background. However, it is a brilliant gem of the past. It still beats the crappy music we are tortured and have to succumb to listen to that our younger generation has. I remember getting this album when I was young teen, and still have it in plastic; I annoyed the heck out of my parents with it so it served its good purpose. This is more of a performance art type of album, and most people won't get it unless they were in the Punk scene in the 70's. Lydia is a minimalist at heart and a great artist; I recommend Oral Fixation, Conspiracy of Women, and Drowning in Limbo.
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