Thanks to Collin for this review!
Honey Records, 1981
Brooklyn indie-rock, 1981; probably the last time such a term did not inspire waves of instant revulsion or conjure fields of endless reverb, hype and jean shorts. This was the Night Brigade’s lone single and features two fine, moody pop-guitar ruminations on unattainable connection and/or unreciprocated affection as well as other obvious stock subjects. A year later, hardcore would take over and run guys like this out of town on a Doc Marten boot-tip, right into the undulating arms of R.E.M. Reminds this writer of the Go, two years on and majoring in library science. The record label features a crude drawing of a bear enjoying a taste of honey.
‘Talk about…unity!
Talk about…conformity!
You don't wanna support the scene!
Why don't you get the fuck away from me!’
