Violent Femmes – Violent Femmes

Album Info

Artist: Violent Femmes

Title: Violent Femmes

Year: 1983

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Tracklist

  • 1. Blister In The Sun (2:25)
  • 2. Kiss Off (2:56)
  • 3. Please Do Not Go (4:15)
  • 4. Add It Up (4:44)
  • 5. Confessions (5:32)
  • 6. Prove My Love (2:38)
  • 7. Promise (2:49)
  • 8. To The Kill (3:59)
  • 9. Gone Daddy Gone (3:06)
  • 10. Good Feeling (3:56)
  • 11. Ugly - 1983 Rough Trade UK Single (2:19)
  • 12. Gimme The Car - 1983 Rough Trade UK Single (5:04)

Review

The debut effort from Violent Femmes, released in April 1983, is like a time capsule of dynamism, serving up raw musical magic with an edge sharp enough to cut through the synth-soaked opulence of the 1980s. Recorded amidst the picturesque—and slightly un-rock 'n' roll—backdrop of Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, the band's original trio conjured a sound that melted together punk, folk, and alternative vibes. Gordon Gano's commanding guitars and vocals; Brian Ritchie’s bass and sneaky xylophone spasms; plus Victor DeLorenzo’s uncomplicated drumming, all fuse together in an energetic broth that defies easy categorization—or even easy digestion. Duality thrives here: impending adulthood crashes into the ruins of teenage years.

Lyrically, Gano muddles his way through the sluggish quagmire of adolescent angst with works such as "Blister in the Sun," "Gone Daddy Gone," and "Add It Up." His singular voice—an expressive instrument in its own right—delivers musings from the precipice of adulthood with the visceral discord of a musical Holden Caulfield. It's not quite a concept album, but "Violent Femmes" reads like a diary depicted in melodious chaos, with themes of confusion, emotional lurches, and desperate tenderness thrumming through its veins. This enchanting collection of tuneful tales turned anthems etches an indomitable presence in both the folk-punk legacy and the infinite labyrinth of personal discovery, securing its eternal resonance in the realm of albums that must be truly felt, not just heard. - Harper