The Ripple Effect Visits Taang! and Gets an Attitude Adjustment

When Racer makes his way down to San Diego, there’s one thing that inevitably happens . . . wait. Make that two things that inevitably happen. First, we stop at a hole in the wall Mexican restaurant and load up on gut bombs in the form of carne asada burritos. The second is that we take our new found stink and astounding rotund-ness to one of several record stores in the greater San Diego area. Tuesday, March 29^th was no different. After filling ourselves with the delectable flavors of savory beef served up in a zesty salsa and guacamole, all wrapped up neat in its flour tortilla skin, we were a misstep away from literally rolling into Taang! Records on 5^th Street located in the heart of the Hillcrest area.

To walk into this store is like walking into a museum of not just punk rock greatness, but rock n’ roll greatness in all of its various forms. Plastering every vacant inch of wall space, one will find first print editions of Bad Brains, TSOL, Metallica, Sabbath, Dead Kennedys, Sticky Little Fingers, and on and on and on . . . every time that I turned around something new and exciting caught my eye, and then captivated my attention, which then led to long drawn out conversation of said item. Taang! Records isn’t merely a record store for the vinyl collector in your life . . . the place houses tons of CD’s from various genres, though punk and hardcore are the more popular genres littering the bins.

But coolest of all, this store is also the home of Taang! Records the label . . . home of such artists as Gang Green, Dropkick Murphys, Street Dogs, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Slapshot, Street Dogs, and the band that caught our ears as the tight riffing dissonance blasted from the stores PA system, Attitude Adjustment.

Folks, it’s rare that Racer and I will lift our heads from the random bins of music when we hear music playing over a sound system, but there was something different going on here. The music had such an immediacy to it that we both looked up from our Deep Purple, Black Flag, and CSN(Y) LP’s with wide eyes of amazement, mouthing the words, “Who the fuck is this?” So, not being shy . . . we asked, and found out that we were listening to the brand new recordings from Attitude Adjustment. The band was in Denmark recording their new, as of yet titled album during a few days of down time on their latest European tour.  Mark it down as just one more of those super cool moments in our rock n’ roll lives . . . here we were looking for a Sub Society 7” from 1990 and instead were the first witnesses to brand new Attitude Adjustment songs. We are blessed. You should really get to know us better.

So, upon finding out that this crossover tinged hardcore audio assault was Attitude Adjustment, we figured we had to get our hands on some of their back catalog and get to know them a little better. What I found, with some regret, is that these guys have been around since the late 80’s and sound like the music I should have been listening to instead of a lot of the crap I had on my turntable at the time. 1989 . . . 1990 . . . those were the years when I was stupid crazy about the crossover hardcore soundings of Excel, D.R.I., Suicidal Tendencies, The Accused, Cryptic Slaughter, and somehow or another Attitude Adjustment never registered on my radar. After the racking torments of guilt washed over me, I again recognized that I am indeed human and prone to make mistakes . . . and have subsequently forgiven myself. Now . . . onto Attitude Adjustment.

The disc I picked up is actually their first three efforts compiled onto one release entitled The Collection. The disc features American Paranoia, No More Mr. Nice Guy, and Out of Hand and having the three albums running in chronological order gives me, the new listener, a greater understanding of the bands growth. The 16 tracks that make up American Paranoia are the thrashing tracks of my youth! The songs are short, but filled with the dynamics that characterized the genre . . . fast and up tempo passages that dissolve to mid tempo, riff-tastic portions packed with so much power that one can’t possibly sit still. So jarring in transition, these songs have the ability to lift the listener from the comfort of their chairs and hurl them into a high stepping mosh across the living room. Par for course in this era is the subject matter of the songs . . . ranging for social despondency, suicide, ravages of war, drug abuse, etc. and all of it sung to  soundtrack of aggression that melded the worlds of punk rock and heavy metal. “Grey World”, “Dead Serious”, “Johnny”, “Attitude Adjustment”, and “Bombs” should have been the staples of my adolescent diet as they reflect the ideology of my youth.

Suddenly, No More Mr. Nice Guy explodes from the speakers and the first thing that becomes readily apparent is the production value has completely changed. This latest recording is jam packed with low end that wasn’t there for the first record, and though the overall sound is muddier, it’s no less intense. “To Be Different” is a blast from the darkest regions of the pit and the double bass drum flourishes are an unsuspected elbow into the temple. Count the birdies, kiddies! The musicianship is definitely tighter on this album, as well. Where American Paranoia was loose and full of youthful exuberance, No More Mr. Nice Guy is a tighter fair and focused to a razor sharpness, however, it never loses that punk rock haphazardness. Along with “To Be Different”, “No Explanation” (fuck . . . intense break on this one!), “Born To Lose”, and “Satan Is God” are the stunning achievements from this album. All have that absolute musical power, that classic mix of puck rock irreverence and radical idealism, while simply pummeling anyone in the way with a heavier metallic groove.

Finally, Out of Hand is the natural progression of the previous two albums combined. The oppressive low end of No More Mr. Nice Guy has been evened out and the mid range is more vibrant, yet the songs retain that tight metallic punch while walking hand in hand with the American Paranoia musical chaos. The songs have become longer, the structure a little more complex, the musicianship a step higher . . . like I said, a natural progression of musical growth. “Power of Control” captures all of these elements, even including a pretty impressive guitar solo, which I always thought was cool in hardcore. I never quite understood why it was frowned on by the hardcore scenes to play to one’s talents. “I Can’t Forgive”,  the droning throb of “Sab Song”, “Bed of Nails”, and “Scarred For Life” are greater representatives of the, at the time, newer, more mature Attitude Adjustment.

If, like me, you are unfamiliar with Attitude Adjustment, then The Collection is the hands down best and most economical way of getting to know this stand out group of happy thrashers. The songs, all 41 of them are a snapshot of the crossover hardcore scene of the late 80’s/early 90’s and each album when played sequentially, shows a remarkable musical growth. Now, I sit waiting with baited breath for this brand new album and subsequent tour of the States so I turn the dial back to my more youthful self. Come to think of it . . . I might want to hit the gym a few more times to get into pit shape. Twenty plus years of hardcore thrashing debauchery for Attitude Adjustment? Wow . . . that was a lot of burritos ago.

--Pope

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