One of the worst album covers ever made, but I GUARANTEE you this is great! -Ian!
Four guys holding English degrees from Ohio State University, the New Bomb Turks have been declared as leaders in the punk rock revolution by spiked-haired, hardcore punkers everywhere. They are not pop-punk, but ferociously aggressive and fast, borrowing from the Pagans, Dead Boys, and so on. The band’s name comes from Robert Wuhl’s character in an early-’80s B movie, The Hollywood Nights, which also marked the film debuts of Tony Danza and Michelle Pfeiffer.
Destroy-Oh-Boy! is the kind of full-on flamethrower album that could make the most jaded cynic believe once again in the curative powers of punk rock. On this set, the New Bomb Turks combine 1950s and 1960s roots rock at it’s rawest, ’70s punk at it’s snottiest, and ’80s hardcore at it’s most intense. Then they filter out what’s lame, put the good stuff together, and send it down the track at 150 miles per hour. The results are wild, frantic, and thoroughly enjoyable; Jim Weber’s fuzzy guitar communicates nearly as much through the power of downstroke as Johnny Ramone himself, bassist Matt Reber, and drummer Bill Randt push the horsepower into the red with a fury that is a wonder to behold, and Eric Davidson proves he’s one of the great frontmen of 90s punk: smart, funny, wise-ass when he wants to be, and possessing a genuine sense of purpose. From the moment they crash into “Born Toulouse-Lautrec,” the New Bomb Turks grab your ears and won’t let go, and you won’t mind a bit. Points added for a great garage-style cover of Wire’s “Mr. Suit.”
New Bomb Turks-DESTROY-OH-BOY! (1993)