It's the early '90's, and America is all about grunge. While those
angsty types are in their parents' basements, moaning about their awful
teen years, what do we have in Canada? We have songwriters, of course.
Not Lightfoot though, I'm talking about punkish/rock and roll
songwriters. Hugh Dillon had lots to say, and it wasn't all woe is me.
And the hard-rockin' Headstones weren't about posing, they were the real
deal. Sure there was anger, but it was directed at the right sources,
not just cries for help. And they could laugh about it all too.
The
band built a sizeable following with this debut album, won some awards,
broke up and came back, and they still have a loyal fan base. The roots
of that are all here, from their high-energy performances to dark but
thoughtful lyrics to rebellion to punkish fun. The delightfully twisted
Cemetery both shocked and amused: "Went down to the cemetery, looking
for love/got there and my baby was buried, I had to dig her up." The
tale of poor J-Jude-Judy was definitely an early warning, when people
didn't talk about mental health. The group managed to bring out the dark
side of The Traveling Wilburys, with their well-known cover of Tweeter
and the Monkey Man. And there's even a bit of unabashed sentimentality
in When Something Stands For Nothing, with its "rock'n'roll, comic books
and bubble gum."
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