Vocals - Peter Don't Care
Guitar/Backing Vocals - Mark Nowhere
Bass - Vile Ending
Drums - Boris Pimmel
A monumental hatred production.
Music - Nowhere -- Lyrics - Don't Care
Lowlife music ltd 1999
Recorded & mixed stereotypically in 13 hours at Magic Garden studio Wolverhampton, UK for a couple of giro's on Wednesday February 3rd 1999. Engineered by Gavin. Produced by Torcha Shed with the assistance of 40 cans of Carling. Whip supplied by Lydia - Kings Cross 3832793.
Wolf trained by Hammer Horror. Thanks to Spruce for cinema photography and group mugshots. Sleeve design/Artwork - Peter Don't Care. Cover punks photo by Jane Ashley.
Inspired by the Wolverhampton curse, having fun, destructive tendencies, not being hip, tragedy, comedy, aggravation, bad luck and even worse timing. and not forgetting PUNK ROCK!
1999 CULT STATUS RECORDS (1CULTCD)
Was originally released by TORCHA SHED as a 4 track CDEP in 1999.
PUKE 'N' VOMIT Records
3 tracks 'Torture', 'Gabriel's Hounds' and 'Pacifist' were released on the 'Nihilism On The Prowl' EP in 2003 on vinyl by Puke 'N' Vomit records of California, USA. 2,000 were printed up with 100 coming in neat Blue vinyl.
'Meet Me In The George Bar' was put out on vinyl as a split single with NEON MANIACS - 'Zombie' in 2006 again by Puke 'N' Vomit records. 1,000 were printed up with 100 coming in rare purple and white vinyl. Both releases had lyric inserts.
released June 1, 1999
NEON MANIACS / TORCHA SHED:
Neon Maniacs: Huh. The lead singer kinda lilts, like the lead singer of the Parasites. For a pop punk band like Parasites it’s not so weird, but for a punk band that claims to play “electric tones that will shake your bones,” while singing about zombies, the singer’s voice sounds so sunny. When they sing, “They’re going to eat you,” the result is more attacking a bowl of Count Chocula and less The Return of the Living Dead bad-ass chainsaw a zombie dog in half action. Not bad, just disarming. I was expecting more puss, ooze, and larvae. Torcha Shed: “Meet Me in the George Bar” starts off promising with warbly sirens of guitars veering into to the listener, cutting through pub noise, and providing a nice off-balance quality that’s woven through the entire song. It’s got a tension much in the vein of Cock Sparrer and the Partisans. Musically compelling, but the lyrics are ehhh. Punk rock about pubs: it’s musical territory that’s had more than its share of pint-scarred champions. (Youth Brigade’s “Old Man Bars” is a great example of a contemporary band hitting this subject right.) Chalk it up to a song that if it had different lyrics, it’d get played much more. –todd (Puke’n’vomit)
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