How does one describe these dudes? Power trio? Student of Robert Fripp? Wild mountain music boys? Psychedelic garage rock? I have no idea, so I'll let the music do the talking. And the band, too, cuz there's an interview after the music. Listen!
All the way from Detroit, Carmel Liburdi sings of serial killers, organized religion, and the perils of personal politics. Here she is live at Neverending Books in New Haven, CT. She's accompanied by Gwen MacPhee on acoustic bass and together they kick up some dust!
Connecticut's long running doyens of the bizarre lay it down weird and wonderful in Naugatuck (if you live in Connecticut you'll appreciate why that's a heavy statement). And did I mention that LAMB BOMBS rock? Well, they rock. Listen and love.
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Originally released on the TPOS label in 1993 on cassette. A rare acoustic/ electric set by Danbury's immortal sludgemeisters. From the original liner notes:
"This is a document of one sweaty night in Newtown. If you were there, you were there. If not, turn up the heat, quaff the brew, and poke a hole in your ear with a toothpick. For this is HED and that's the way to do it."
Since you're online right now, check out this amazing remaster of some HED studio recordings:
What rhymes with "raunch"? Honch! Maybe not lyrically, but certainly musically. These young lads know how to get down and get out. And they do a wicked extrapolation on the Gun Club. Recorded at Cherry Street Station in Wallingford, CT in the live and in the raw!