Anyone who tells you that the nineties were great is a fucking liar. Next to the seventies, the nineties suck factor in rock nearly superseded it. No lie. Pablum was served, and it may of have been Fleetwood Mac, or the Eagles. No, they aren't suddenly cool in retrospect. They suck, and they always sucked.
Personally, bored to death by most of the shitty stuff that kept being slopped out, it was only because of Sympathy, Man's Ruin, and Sub-Pop that I didn't jump off of Suicide Bridge. I was hanging out at the last years of Flipside Mag, at that time Todd, Al, Cake, Pooch, and Gus were pretty much running the room, and I would drop in and pick up some vinyl and review it. That is how I crashed into the first music I would hear by Electric Frankenstein.
I managed to wee them with three different singers, Scott Miller, Rik L. Rik, and of course, that gravel and howl of Steve Miller. Electric Frankenstein were one of the few bands that weren't on any of the rosters mentioned. Which made them something of an anomaly. In fact, that whole RAFR movement was the last great explosion in rock. The last of the great Golden Age of 20th Century Rock and Roll.
Sit back, fire up, and dig it. There is no going home.
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