Victimz of Society – “Wicked Rock Music Is Killing Our Children” LP (1986)

23 Jul 2010, 8:13pm
80's Punk / HC
by mrpoopy

Victimz of Society – “Wicked Rock Music Is Killing Our Children” LP (1986)

Slackin’ again. Three weeks without a post and I even missed the one-year anniversary of this blog. I originally intended to rush through this thing in a few months when I was unemployed, but it didn’t work out that way. We’ll see how it goes, but I’m a busy guy. Speaking of which, I wasn’t too busy to give some guys who I assume are approximately my own age or older some shit over at another blog. I mean honestly, how many 40+ year-old guys have time to be reading 576 page re-issues of old fanzines, written by a bunch of kids? Not that I’m bashing the kids, mind you, as they might actually find the thing interesting. And how many useless books need to be written about Punk Rock? It just ain’t that fuckin’ interesting after it has been beaten to death 1000 times. You people kill me, but everyone has different priorities, I suppose, however, rather than having me lecture on how us grownups ought to be spending our time, let me suggest that, instead of trying to make me look like an idiot, you try rubbing it in my face how you manage to have so much free time on your hands—I’m inspired by stories about how people became independently wealthy or managed to beat the System.

But it’s not like I don’t love the kiddie stuff. Hell, no! I live for dumbass, juvenile, Punk Rock idiocy—like this ridiculous piece-o-crap. Thing is, I can rip this to my iPod and play it in my car instead of hovering over a turntable spinning the thing. And, trust me, the “scene” isn’t dead—it just sucks. Everything dies and if your best memories are of shit you did when you were 20, you’re doing something wrong, buddy. And if there is ever a time when the world stops churning out smartass teenagers who start stupid bands, just let me know and I’ll just step right up to help fill the void—I’m pretty sure I can still hack it. As for this record, what we have here is some above-average Class of 1983 hardcore with vocals that sound like they were recorded at the wrong speed in parts—and maybe they were! Lyrically, these guys more than adequately meet my lofty standards and I ripped the little booklet that came with it, as well, to share their genius. They appear to have been from Shitcago.