I saw Killdozer tour this album, on a double bill with the Supersuckers at an all-ages gig in the delightful environs of outer-Melbourne’s Croydon in about 1991.
In what was probably a scout hall, these guys played very, very loud to a bunch of slack-jawed yokels with Meanies t-shirts and bad skin. I honestly can’t remembered if I actually enjoyed it, but I do remember delighting in the absurdity of their faux Marxist ranting.
This is a concept album writ large. The band waves the red-flag with appropriate righteousness, bemoaning the pain of working, the wreckage Wal-Mart inflicts etc. While the tongue is firmly in cheek on many of the tracks, it doesn’t feel like the band are neither mocking the Left (a la TISM), nor really aggressively anti-capitalism (see Consolidated or Snog).
The album is pretty unrelenting however, with the vocals tougher to take than I would like, and the novelty wearing off on the pounding grind-rock well before the seventeen tracks reach their end.
There are moments of relief and enjoyment, however. The light-hearted tale of surprisingly lax foot-soldiers in the war on drugs (The Pig Was Cool) is sort of coherent Butthole Surfers, while Knuckles the Dog (Who Helps People) seems rife for a Disney adaptation:
File under: Take heed of my earlier uncompromising warnings about the perils of overly long, dare I say ‘convoluted’, album titles, and what that may signal in terms of listenability for the Proletariat.