Punk
at its most pristinely putrid. Conceived in an age when the streets resounded with upstart snotnoses screaming about smashing the system, then sucking up to the major labels regardless,
the Snivelling Shits
reduced every cliche of the era to as few chords as possible, then spattered them with a stupidity that would have been rank if it wasn't so magnificent. The band released just one single during its lifetime, coupling the self-explanatory
"Terminal Stupid"
with
"I Can't Come,"
an iconoclastic mantra of amphetamine-induced sexual dysfunction; a third track,
"Isgodaman,"
then appeared pseudonymously on a now-rare
Beggars Banquet
label compilation. Rumors that more material existed, however, constantly abounded, before being borne out by
I Can't Come In
, a
Shits
anthology comprising all three oldies, six unheard slabs of similar psychosis, and finally a clutch of demos. And every legend that had ever built up around
' brutal absurdity was revealed as an understatement. The sound quality is not always perfect, although the warble and distortion quickly becomes as much a part of the appeal as the songs. And what songs they are.
"Crossroads,"
in which
Lou Reed
's
"Waiting for the Man"
is translated to a suburban English living room, jonesing for a favorite soap opera, sets the lighthearted scene that dominates the proceedings:
"I Wanna Be Your Biro,"
doing dreadful things to a rent-a-
punk
quickstep;
"Et Moi et Moi et Moi,"
treating the French language with utmost disrespect; and
"Bring Me Head of Yukio Mishima,"
bemoaning the singer's inability to become a Samurai warrior, are brittle buzz saws that capture the lumpenproletariat appeal of early
British punk
better than any of their better-remembered peers, although the pedophiliac nightmare of
"Only 13"
proves that even
had their own private fears. Finally,
' role in the larger history of
is revealed by the inclusion of
the Damned
"There Ain't No Sanity Claus,"
co-written by lead
Shit
Giovanni Dadomo
and included here in an unreleased demo version that features his vocals instead of
Dave Vanian
's. The result is...well, you can probably guess what it sounds like. ~ Dave Thompson