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The Bags '89

by The Bags

A collection of classic recordings never before released in digital form. \"A good ship on a sea of crud.\"
Genre: Rock: Hard Rock
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Bagpipe
2:24 album only
2. Evil
2:33 album only
3. Beauty of the Bud
3:12 album only
4. Atomic Coconuts
3:26 album only
5. Dropout
4:56 album only
6. Rip You Down
2:25 album only
7. Dummy
3:25 album only
8. 1000 Acre Woods
4:34 album only
9. Superpower
2:07 album only
10. Take it Or Leave it
1:41 album only
11. Closer Then
4:12 album only
12. Swog
5:11 album only
13. Volume Freak
2:32 album only
14. China Doll
2:35 album only
15. Hide and Seek
3:28 album only
16. I Know
2:35 album only


Album Notes
Some original press:

“With the grade-A snarl and swagger of their self-titled second album, the Boston raunchers the Bags are shoo-ins for Kings of Garageland 1990. At their best, the Bags rip it up like the Meat Puppets-meet-Motorhead, a marriage surely made in bar-band heaven.” - David Fricke, Rolling Stone

“Bagpipe, Evil, and Dummy all storm from the speakers in a surge of hardcore energy, but there is an extra weight to the rhythm section, a wilder mania to the guitar, that wasn’t present on Rock Starve.
While trading off vocals from song to song, both Wood and Hardy now display a fearsome mastery of the lower, louder regions of the voice box. Powered by this vocal prowess, Beauty of the Bud is a crushing rock stomp, not an ode to Anheuser-Busch but a song written from the point of view of a non-believer in the benefits of smokable drugs. Atomic Coconuts is a ridiculously catchy jumble of funk and nonsense that Janota claims is about sex or drugs or, most likely, nothing. Huge and ominous, Thousand Acre Woods, Closer Then, and Rip You Down (on which Wood expresses a preference for Hell as an address) tread the fine line between introspective hard rock and nightmare.
But it’s not until the record’s final track that the Oaf completely rears its head. Swog proudly devours five minutes of vinyl in a conglomeration of psychotic vocals and instrumental grunge. This is the Bags at their most glorious.” – Polly Campbell, Boston Phoenix

If there is one Bags album that you need to hear, it is their sophomore effort, 1990\'s eponymous full-length. Sure, their 1988 Restless debut, Rock Starve, was great. It was chock full of classic originals like \"Pioneer,\" \"Try It,\" \"Tailbone,\" and \"Love Sick Dianne\", which made official the mark The Bags were making on the Boston rock map, and earning them well-deserved critical acclaim, both locally and nationally. Problem was, you had to see The Bags live (or listen really, really carefully) to know that, for all of Rock Starve\'s worth, the production -- solid enough, but ultimately too murky on the low end and too splashy on the high -- obscured the real, unfuckwithable power of this formidable trio.

It wasn\'t until The Bags cut their ties with Restless, enlisted budding sound engineer Carl Plaster (if there ever was a \"fourth Bag,\" it was/is Carl), and took their arsenal to local garage label Stanton Park that Bags records actually started SOUNDING like the mind-crunching powerhouse the band had always been. First came the \"Hide And Seek\"/\"I Know\" single, a two-headed monster of heavy sludge clobber and hooky, dynamic punk pop craftsmanship that teased at the shape of things to come. Then they gave us the record: The Bags. It didn\'t need a title. This, make no mistake, was The Bags. (I\'ll get to where Swamp Oaf fit in to the whole picture when my pitch to the 33 1/3 book series gets approved...)

When bass player Jon Hardy asked me to \"write a little blurb for the CD Baby page,\" I obliged immediately, not realizing what a daunting task I\'d face. But when I asked him what he was looking for, he came back with a killer: \"Just five or six sentences.\" It was then that I knew, crystal clear, the sadism Carl Plaster referred to when the band enlisted him to write the original liner notes for the album nearly 20 years ago. Six sentences? Are you SHITTING ME?!? I could Lester Bangs this album into the parenthetical stratosphere! This is the Holy Grail of the Bags catalogue. This is the gateway drug to the band. I have made countless Bags brainwash tapes for friends over the years -- shit, I wore out a couple of copies of the original, vinyl-only pressing, with the first verses of \"Bagpipe\" mired by irreparable scratch-induced skips on the first dozen-odd tapes. This record in its blessed entirety is the crucial \"how-to-GET-The-Bags\" cornerstone.

I\'ve been racking my brain for a way to avoid that necessary-evil thing that music critics (myself included) feel compelled to do: the laundry list of comparisons. Every time I start concocting something like, say, \"If Jimi Hendrix lived to see The Ramones (or, better - LaPeste)...\" I stop, because it ultimately misses the mark. Basically, the point is that these guys were punk rockers who grew up on the heavier rock of the 60s and 70s, and their music reflected both worlds. The Bags weren\'t the only band that was blurring those lines and stretching the bounds of genre at the time -- thankfully, that approach to rock-making continues to this day with \"stoner rock\". But they were among the first to not only try it but get it so damn right. This record captures the core essence of this remarkable band.

And now, after how many years out of print? 16? 17? It\'s available, finally, again.

Tim Kelly, WMBR\'s Late Risers’ Club



to write a review

Brendan Skwire

* except the fleshtones, and it's a tie anyway.

Sometime around January 1989, I had begun to get really fucking sick of hardcore music which had become a unpleasant choice between celebate brainiacs in DC and murderous jock core everywhere else. I was lucky enough to go to high school with Tim Kelly, who wrote notes above. he re-introduced me to weed (for which I am eternally grateful), Dinosaur Jr., and most importantly THE BAGS. This is a band that has been my soundtrack for nearly 20 years. I remember seeing them for the first time in Providence at Club Baby Head: the show was empty, and they played brilliantly as if they were ina stadium. Two months later, they returned to a house that was packed to the rafters. I mean that literally: to see the band you literally had to climb up to the pipes that hung from the ceiling.

I'm a bass player: at one point I learned the entire bass line to the second solo by heart. Jon Hardy is one of the most major influences on my rock and metal playing, except perhaps for Geezer Butler.

The fact is, this is a BRILLIANT AND CRIMINALLY OVERLOOKED BAND. Aside from The Fleshtones (who cover "Try It", from the Bags debut album), THE BAGS are my favorite band of all time.

Except perhaps for Swamp Oaf, who will kick the BAGS' AAAASSSSSSS! Cuz bags are fags. Peepee stains. (the stalwarts will get this one)

Buy this album. It's awesome.

Michael G. Rolfe

YEAH! Finally this is on CD! I wore my old LP out. No shit. The needle ate all the way through it. All I was left with was a very long piece of string. Forget the Band Boston, or Areosmith. These guys are the best Nassachusetts band.

Rigsby (aka Beergut68)

Better Than Great
I knew it would be good and my expectations were impossibly high, but I didn’t in my wildest dreams expect it could ever be this good. The credit crunch, global recession… it’s all irrelevant; the Bags have released their second album on CD for the first time and everything else pales into insignificance. If I had to chose between having a roof over my head and owning Bags ’89, I’d take Bags ’89 every time.

Will Roberts

More Bags Greatness
You don\'t need me to tell you how great this is. It\'s The Bags. It\'s such a great thing to have this reissued on CD, because I\'ve been searching for this all over the internet to no avail. It\'s definitely worth buying.