The CrucifucksĀ āWisconsinā 1987. Alternative Tentacles Records, recorded at Smart Studios in Madison, WI. Just picked up this Midwestern punk album this weekend, though itās actually a second-time purchase; I bought it back inĀ ā87 but gave it away as a Christmas present (nothing shows the spirit of holiday giving more than a Crucifucks record). If you werenāt in the Midwest in the 80ā²s, and into punk, you may not know of The Crucifucks (being from Wisconsin, we certainly did and theyĀ played all-ages shows around Northeastern Wisconsin). From Discogs:Ā āThe Crucifucks were a hardcore punk rock band from Lansing, MI, USA, formed in 1981 by vocalist Doc Dart. The group was known for Dart's shrill voice, anti-authoritarian lyrics, and extreme antagonism. Unusual for a participant in the mostly youth-orientated hardcore scene, Dart was 28 years old when the band started. The band's original drummer was Steve Shelly, who eventually ended up as the permanent drummer for Sonic Youth.ā WisconsinĀ was the bandās second album and they broke up soon after its release, though Dart formed a new iteration of the band briefly in the 90ā²s and released their final albumĀ L.D. EyeĀ inĀ ā96.Ā
WisconsinĀ is fast-paced 80ā²s punk with Dr. Demento-meets-Jay-Tiller (Tiller is from Wisconsinās Couch Flambeau)Ā level vocals, which is a bit off-putting, borderline ear-bleeding but it does make The Crucifucks unique. The musicianship is surprisingly competent, with lots of big rhythm and remarkable, almost prog-rock level hypnotic guitar riffs and solos (ie āConcession Standā). Thereās also some crazy experimentation, especially on the epic trackĀ āWhen the Top Comes Offā where all of the above-mentioned characteristics are present (and the screechy grating vocals are on overdrive). The tracksĀ āArtificial Competitionā and āThe Saviorā both haveĀ great grooves but for home-state solidarity, Iām going to say the title trackĀ āWisconsinā is my favorite on the album though itās probably the least-punk track on the LP with a rather delightful lilting jangly guitar that morphs into a great blues riff (but it still has Dartās nails-on-chalkboard screech).Ā