Apologies for my absence of late, friends, but further technical difficulties with the computernetting machine and a departure into vast, unexplored lands for some sort of American mass-slaughter-and-consumption ritual have left me little opportunity to share thoughts and information with you all this week. Luckily, I plan on a complete and total rectification of the situation today, with an amazing, hard-to-find LP that I hold near and dear to my cobwebbed, blackened little heart.
Stikky was an ancient (read as: mid-to-late 80's) grind/punkcore/comedy trio that spring from the fertile Gilman Street scene in Berkeley, CA. They counted amongst their ranks (after the first two demos, at least) one Chris Dodge on bass and vocals, a guy you probably know from later acts such as No Use For A Name (yes, he was in that band for awhile) and Spazz. If you are familiar with Mr. Dodge's work, you already know about his proclivity for goofy samples, goofier lyrics, snappy bass tone, and speedy compositions. Stikky displays all characteristics in abundance, but with the added element of teenage-ish pop-punk enthusiasm, which pushes it over the edge from mere thrashcore tomfoolery to pure audio brilliance. I dunno, maybe I'm looking at Where's My Lunchpail? through rose-colored glasses here--but spastic, metal-tinged jams like "Senator Hart Humped A Dumpling", "The Song About Annihilating Poseurs", and "Quasineomacroantiprioritizationalisticism" mantain every shred of humor, menace, and fist-pumping mosh pit value that they ever had for me. This LP is a fucking treasure. Worship it.