Se si parla oggi dei Queers si pensa ad una delle migliori band pop punk degli anni ’90: tanta melodia, testi divertenti e attitudine irrimediabilmente cazzara. Non è stato però sempre così, all’inizio della loro carriera si dedicavano ad un grezzo punk rock di derivazione decisamente settantasettina, tanto da finire su raccolte come Killed By Death.
Tutto inizia nel 1982 a Portsmouth dove Joe Queer (voce e chitarra), Wimpy (batteria) e Tulu (basso) fra una sbronza e l’altra allo Starlight club decidono di formare un gruppo punk rock, il nome The Queers (le checche) è scelto per rompere i coglioni alla scena artistica locale e nello stesso tempo ai buzzurri del paese. Appena il tempo di imbracciare gli strumenti e i nostri si autoproducono il primo Ep “Love Me” suonato male e registrato peggio (ma che cazzo è punk rock, no?): il risultato è ancora acerbo e decisamente rozzo e minimale, due accordi e via ma contiene ottimi pezzi come “We’d Have A Riot Doing Heroin”, “Fagtown”, “I Want Cunt” che mostrano l’attitudine provocatoria e strafottente dei primi Queers.
Dopo una breve pausa, siamo nel 1984, i nostri cambiano formazione (questa volte Wimpy si occupa della voce, Tulu si sposta al basso e il loro amico Keith viene chiamato a suonare la batteria) e danno alla luce un nuovo Ep, “Kicked Out Of The Webelos”, un capolavoro di punk rock settantasettino! I Queers sono nettamente migliorati rispetto agli esordi, il suono, pur rimanendo decisamente grezzo, è meno scarno e più duro e compatto, la voce di Wimpy, acida e roca, è un ulteriore passo in avanti e brani come “Kicked Out Of The Webelos”, “Tuly Is A Wimp”, “I Don’t Wanna Work”, “This Place Sucks”, “I’m Useless” sono delle vere e proprie gemme di punk rock tirato e selvaggio (sarà proprio questo 7” ad essere incluso in una delle raccolte Killed By Death), tanto da essere coverizzate da band come: New Bomb Turks, Teengenerate e (leggenda racconta) addirittura Ramones. Dopo questo eccezionale Ep i Queers sopravvivono giusto per qualche concerto prima di sciogliersi ed andare ognuno per la propria strada.
Sono passati quasi dieci anni, nel frattempo, nel 1990, Joe ha riformato i Queers che sono diventati uno dei gruppi di punta della Lookout e del punk rock/pop punk in genere; quand’ecco, nel 1993 Wimpy torna in città per le vacanze e si aggrega ai nuovi Queers (oltre al solito Joe alla chitarra e voce ci sono Harlan alla chitarra, B-Face al basso e Hugh alla batteria) come cantante per registrare due nuovi Ep “Too Dumb To Quit” e “Look Ma, No Flannel” (titolo geniale se si pensa che è uscito in piena esplosione grunge) e un live alla radio W4MU4. Certo non sono più i grezzoni degli esordi, i suoni sono più curati e c’è più spazio per la melodia ma, sarà per la voce di Wimpy o per la nostalgia dei tempi andati, rispetto agli altri dischi dei Queers del periodo (comunque ottimi ma decisamente più pop) questi sono indubbiamente più duri e punk e a mio giudizio anche migliori, basta ascoltare pezzi come: “Wimpy Drives Through Harlem”, “I Like Young Girls”, “Nobody Likes Me”, “Nothing To Do”, “Meat Wagon”, “Don’t Puke” per accorgersene.
Come i più furbi di voi si saranno già accorti “A Day Later And A Dollar Short” raccoglie proprio questi Ep ed è assolutamente imperdibile per capire quanto fossero grandi i primi Queers, anche solo per un Ep come “Kicked Out Of The Webelos”.
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04 I Want Cunt (00:23)
I want cunt; I want now.
I want cunt; I want now.
I want cunt; I want now.
I want cunt; I want now.
07 Kicked Out of the Webelos (01:24)
This is something no one knows.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Do you think it really shows?
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Punched her in her snotty nose.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Daddy beat me with a hose.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Well, I guess that's the way it goes.
Kicked out of the Webelos, go!
This is something no one knows.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Do you think it really shows?
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Punched her in her snotty nose.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Daddy beat me with a hose.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Well, I guess that's the way it goes.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Out of the Webelos.
10 I Spent the Rent (00:24)
I spent the rent; I ain't got a cent.
I spent the rent; I ain't got a cent.
I spent the rent; I ain't got a cent.
I spent the rent; I ain't got a cent.
13 This Place Sucks (00:52)
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
I don't know just where to go.
There's things I don't wanna know.
I don't know what we can do,
But this place sucks.
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
There's only so much I can give.
My brain is getting ?
There's really nowhere else to live,
But this place sucks
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
14 Wimpy Drives Through Harlem (01:23)
1-2-3-4
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.
Yeah, Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.
1-2-3-4
Yeah, Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.
17 Nobody Likes Me (02:00)
Cut my hair and try to fit in.
I hang around, but I just can't win, oh no.
I don't know just what to say,
But I want things to go my way, oh yeah.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
Oh no.
'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
I don't know just what to do,
But I sure get no call from you.
I care just what you say,
But I want things to go way.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't seem to fit in.
Oh no.
'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Cut my hair and try to fit in.
I hang around, but I just can't win, oh no.
I don't know just what to say,
But I want things to go my way, oh yeah.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
18 Nothing to Do (00:53)
Said you called me, but you fucking lied.
You little bitch you deserve to die.
I'm just sitting here pulling my pud
With a dirty magazine and a six of Bud
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
You said we'd go see a flick,
And you said that you'd suck my prick.
Then I saw you with that jock,
And all I can say is, "What the fuck?"
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
24 Meat Wagon (00:28)
I don't know if you're aware.
Everybody stands and stares.
Politics are everywhere.
We all know that you don't care.
Calling the meatwagon.
Calling the meatwagon.
Calling the meatwagon.
Calling the meatwagon.
27 Wimpy Drives Through Harlem (01:54)
1-2-3-4
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.
Yeah, Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.
1-2-3-4
Yeah, Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.
28 Nothing to Do (00:50)
Said you called me, but you fucking lied.
You little bitch you deserve to die.
I'm just sitting here pulling my pud
With a dirty magazine and a six of Bud
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
You said we'd go see a flick,
And you said that you'd suck my prick.
Then I saw you with that jock,
And all I can say is, "What the fuck?"
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
30 Nobody Likes Me (02:10)
Cut my hair and try to fit in.
I hang around, but I just can't win, oh no.
I don't know just what to say,
But I want things to go my way, oh yeah.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
Oh no.
'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
I don't know just what to do,
But I sure get no call from you.
I care just what you say,
But I want things to go way.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't seem to fit in.
Oh no.
'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Cut my hair and try to fit in.
I hang around, but I just can't win, oh no.
I don't know just what to say,
But I want things to go my way, oh yeah.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
31 Too Many Twinkies (01:59)
Ripping off your friends, stuffing your fat face
I'm kinda bummed out I'm part of your race
Someday you will learn that it's cool to start
Just look at me and B-Face and try not to barf
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
You're a bunch of rockstars, you're a bunch of lard
And I hate to tell you, y our bass player's a retard
So shut your stupid fat moth and hang up those guitars
Quit beating off every night and smoking those cigars
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Shut your fucking mouth
32 Half Shitfaced (02:06)
I think paying fucking rent sucks
I'm sorry I swore mom, aw shucks
I spilled a beer in the living room
I know I shouldn't be drunk at noon
Half shitfaced
Half shitfaced
Half shitfaced
Half shitfaced
GO!
Out ex-guitar player sucks
He ripped us off for two hundred bucks
His girlfriend's got a fucking fat ass
And an ugly face to match
Half shitfaced...
33 I Live This Life (01:54)
I'm sick of being pushed around and misunderstood. Explain myself the best I can, but it dosen't do any good. I wish Joey was president, oh, what can I say? And everybody got to surf like Californ-i-a. And now I wanna kill someone, and now I wanna die. But I just think I'll sit in my room and cry. I wish Joey was president, oh, what can I say? And everybody got to surf like Californ-i-a. Oh, I live this life, and I love it. Oh, I live this life, and I love it. Oh, I live this life, and I love it. Oh, I live this life. You know that I really hate you And all the fucked-up things that you do. Im doing okay so listen to what I say. HEY!
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