A1. Pink 'n' Lovely
A2. Fat Painted Carcass
A3. Harry Butcher
A4. Shit Out Of Luck
A5. White Lines
B1. Two Marines
B2. Spoon
B3. Baby Baby Baby
B4. Ich Bin Eine - Schaften Träuser
A2. Fat Painted Carcass
A3. Harry Butcher
A4. Shit Out Of Luck
A5. White Lines
B1. Two Marines
B2. Spoon
B3. Baby Baby Baby
B4. Ich Bin Eine - Schaften Träuser
Silverfish
Fat Axl
Wiiija
Released 10 September 2021
WIJ1143
Beggars Arkive is excited to announce a limited edition reissue of Silverfish’s first full-length album, Fat Axl, originally released in 1990 by Beggars label Wiiija. Recorded in Sheffield by Steve Albini in just two days, the album’s nine songs are unrestrained and uncommercial. It’s been remastered yet still retains the raw “lurch” appeal of the mighty Silverfish.
This reissue is a limited edition, pressed on red splattered vinyl.
From Trouser Press:
With production guidance from crunch master Steve Albini, Silverfish hammers through the more playful Fat Axl. While equalling Cockeye‘s steroids dosage, the album tries out rhythmic twists and lyrical turns and ties the guitar tangents closer to the grooves. There’s even a slightly funky, blown out version of Melle Mel’s “White Lines,” complete with sireny guitar parts and Rankine’s near-rap delivery, a sign she’s experimenting with vocal ideas. The trace of black humor behind that possessed spirit leads to such pungent similes as “Like a funeral procession who’ve forgotten the hearse” (in “Shit Out of Luck”) and this wry observation in “Spoon”: “Too much sugar/Too little taste/Got the right arse but the wrong face.”
This reissue is a limited edition, pressed on red splattered vinyl.
From Trouser Press:
With production guidance from crunch master Steve Albini, Silverfish hammers through the more playful Fat Axl. While equalling Cockeye‘s steroids dosage, the album tries out rhythmic twists and lyrical turns and ties the guitar tangents closer to the grooves. There’s even a slightly funky, blown out version of Melle Mel’s “White Lines,” complete with sireny guitar parts and Rankine’s near-rap delivery, a sign she’s experimenting with vocal ideas. The trace of black humor behind that possessed spirit leads to such pungent similes as “Like a funeral procession who’ve forgotten the hearse” (in “Shit Out of Luck”) and this wry observation in “Spoon”: “Too much sugar/Too little taste/Got the right arse but the wrong face.”