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Night of the Corn People

by The Bags

72 minutes of ripsnorting rock and beautiful noise, this newly remastered edition of The Bags’ ‘final’ CD sounds bigger and better than ever.
Genre: Rock: Hard Rock
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Amsterdamned
3:59 $0.99
2. The Mole
2:49 $0.99
3. September
3:42 $0.99
4. A Pile Of Money
2:15 $0.99
5. Covered Up
3:24 $0.99
6. Who's Laughing Now
3:26 $0.99
7. Naked Lady
3:21 $0.99
8. I Smell A Rat
1:47 $0.99
9. Movin' To The Country
5:47 $0.99
10. Barb Jones
4:16 $0.99
11. L. Frank Baum
5:49 $0.99
12. Matter Of Time
3:27 $0.99
13. Hey Maloney
3:23 $0.99
14. The Shower
1:08 $0.99
15. Refrigerator Song
1:54 $0.99
16. In My Headphones
1:29 $0.99
17. Meanwhile
2:38 $0.99
18. Maloney's Trip
8:13 $0.99
19. The Grand Mythooza
3:44 $0.99
20. Dr. Lb.
2:13 $0.99
21. Frilly Underwear
3:36 $0.99
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Album Notes
"The Mole" - from Night of the Corn People - is featured in the film Air Guitar Nation (2007), and "I Smell A Rat" is covered by Sebadoh on the album Harmacy (1996).

Originally released by Stanton Park Records just prior to the band’s extended 12 year vacation, Night of the Corn People was described at the time as "a feast of a set which contains enough hardcore guitar overkill to satisfy most heavy guitar rock fans, enough strange poetic weirdness and odd signatures to have children of the psychedelic revolution revolving in their jelly baths, and just enough rock-operatic genius to satisfy the self-seeking progressive lovers of ‘serious’ rock & roll" (Phil McMullen, Ptolemaic Terrascope, April 1992).

This reissue includes bonus tracks and a 12-page booklet featuring old and new cover art, liner notes, lyrics and photos.

More press from 1992:

"No-one worships the god-like riff like Boston’s Bags. Theirs, as in "Amsterdamned," is the neo 70’s riff that conclusively proves that Jimmy Page is dead…They are so tight they shit diamonds" (Gecko, Hartbeat #14).

"It’s simply a fun, fun, fun record. It’s got oodles of grungy guitar, some ripping solos, rollicking drum beats and dizzying tempo changes, cool lyrics, and even a mini-opera entitled "Waiting for Maloney," which sounds like The Dead Milkmen doing "A Quick One" on the fourth side of the "White Album" (Michael Jordan, The Noise #115).

"Like all of their other stuff it’s fast, loud and a shitload of fun. Punk, pop, garunge and even a bit of metal are all tossed together with some biting lyrics to create that unique sound of The Bags. Once you’ve heard them, it’s hard not to recognize this band upon the next listen" (What Wave #21).

"It’s prime Bags at their very most powerful, and when they’re in that kind of mood, with the vocals bashing out rasps that sound like terrapins in a miked-up muesli grinder and the guitars switching between early Blue Cheer sonic thuds and way overblown laser-beam solos, there ain’t a band still around to touch them" (Phil McMullen, Ptolemaic Terrasope V3#2).

“The Bags have called it quits, but not without leaving us almost a double album’s worth of their grungy, hard-rocking best. Night of the Corn People is a perfect swan song because it fuses the best elements of The Bags sound – from the metallic punk of 1987’s Rock Starve to the power-trio jamming of 1990’s The Bags, with a stop along the way (after winning the 1989 Rumble) to indulge their experimental alter egos on Swamp Oaf (all available on Stanton Park Records, except for Rock Starve on Restless). Their lack of commercial success is probably due in part to the musical experiments and the sometimes morbid, sometimes bizarre sense of humor that make this final disc so entertaining.

“The Bags have always had the feel of a true garage band in the very best sense of the word: they sound as if they’d grown up together, listening to the same records and one another for so many hours on end that every move becomes instinctive. The sources might be elemental – the Stooges, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, The Sex Pistols – but you can’t be taught to play together the way The Bags did, fusing hard rock, heavy metal, and punk into music that leans toward the dark, sometimes paranoid sensibility of the Stooges (“Naked Lady” could be Iggy circa Lust for Life) and Motorhead (“I Smell a Rat”). For the most part the Bags stake out their own territory with songs like “The Mole” (a Kafka-esque tale of a man turning into a mole) and five tunes that deal directly with the subject of death, including “Covered Up,” which puts an unusual spin on the subject with an infectiously hooky vocal harmony by bassist Jon Hardy and guitarist Crispin Wood.

“Hardy and drummer Jim Janota have developed into an intuitive and powerful rhythm section, which gives guitarist Crispin Wood a solid and tension-filled foundation for rhythm/lead playing. Wood’s trademarks are his wah-wah-drenched frantic speed runs and over-bent string solos that punctuate his churning rhythm playing and are particularly effective here on the bitter “Who’s Laughing Now.” He also pulls off a great distortion-laden, meandering, Neil Young-style solo on “Movin’ to the Country.”

“It isn’t until the end of the disc that the Bags indulge their mastery in the art of self-conscious imitation and parody. “L. Frank Baum” (previously released as a single) is the cleverest swipe at Tolkien-esque narrative heavy metal since Spinal Tap’s “Stonehenge.” The Bags actually one-up Spinal Tap by playing this metallic version of The Wizard of Oz with impressively precise technical proficiency, including thunderous double kick drums, a well executed Van Halen guitar lead, and some truly beautiful screaming falsetto vocals. It almost makes you think these guys could make a living as a cheesy heavy-metal band, though they would need new haircuts.

“The 22-minute “rock opera” “Waiting for Maloney” goes even further into the land of parody, bringing back a more focused taste of what the Bags were up to in their Swamp Oaf incarnation. This seven-part song cycle is the story of a band waiting for their leader Maloney (who might be related to Billy Shears of Beatles fame) to show up for a jam session. When you consider the title, it starts to look like a hybrid of Beckett’s Waiting for Godot and Malone Dies.” (Matt Ashare, Boston Phoenix, 1/10/92).



to write a review

Chris H

All around great hard rock
This is an absolutetly excellent album. Amsterdamned and The Mole are good, fun listens that anyone will enjoy. While I don't think the album is as well rounded as Sharpen Your Sticks there is no reason not to own both of them.

John Brown

Very good music and singing keep up the good work peace.
Your CD is great keep up the good work.


The Greatest Heavy Album Of All Time
If there was any justice, the Bags would be living in mansions and playing the stadium circuit. If ever there was a giveaway sign that human beings had failed as a race, it was when they failed to buy this album in their millions when it first came out in 1991.

Mr. Whistle

Thank You
Buy This and don't think TWICE it is a gem to be savored time and time again, these guys have that rare magic, the connection between three musicians that doesn't always gel quite like it did for these guys. A bizarre sense of humor and ingenious lyrics to match. I could babble on but find out for yourself.


They rock
the Disc is well worth the price!


An outstanding album
This album is a must-to-own for any hard rockin soul with a heartbeat. Half filled with monsterous riffs and half filled with inane psycho noodling (fully filled with stellar lyrics) The Bags deliver on Night of the Corn People. The song L. Frank Baum is one of the most important anthems in the history of western music and is worth the price alone, but when you add in songs such as The Mole, A Pile of Money, Naked Lady, and I Smell a Rat you have the makings of history that will never be replicated. Buy this album if you know what's good for you!

Jim Janota is the greatest rock drummer ever, Jon Hardy the most important backbone and voice to ever emerge out of the depths of the Boston rock scene, and Crispin Wood is heavy yet delightful while running his unbelievably talented fingers up and down his Stratocaster to bring a full package of deep and heavy rock riffs to all of us for our sheer delight and escape. Need I say more?

Art Kinsman

Blazing rock! The crowning achievement of a great band.
If you've heard the Cream reunion snoozefest, wake up, buy this CD, and hear a power trio that actually rocks with abandon and creativity. The Bags' "Rock Starve" was my favorite Boston CD of all time. But rather than deliver more of the same, the Bags took that formula and let their imaginations go wild. They fall into the category of a band that is doing exactly whatever the f they want without any apologies. If "Naked Lady" or the punishing grand finale of "L. Frank Baum" don't put a smile on your face, then it's time to buy a Nickelback album. Besides, hear one of the best rock drummers period in Jim Janota-- as good as the songs, the Crispin's guitar playing, etc. are -- Janota (a.k.a Jackie Kickassis) will blow your mind.
PS: CD BABY delivery was prompt and reliable.


Quite simply...
...this is one of the greatest ROCK records of all time. So...Hendrix, Zeppelin, Motorhead and Stooges fans, take note.
Please purchase at the risk of rendering your past "best of" rock lists irrelevant.
Enuff said.

Will Roberts

Blew me away
This is the best CD I have heard in such a long time. It's just... wow. How The Bags aren't international superstars with this to credit is a mystery. L. Frank Baum is an incredible song, just indescribably good. It manages to balance aggressive and meaty rock with a healthy serving of silliness, and does it just so perfectly. God damn, I love it.