There was this compilation that came out, jeez, I donâ€™t know, I want to say 1987 (?), called â€œIT CAME FROM THE GARAGE IIâ€. It was a bunch of Detroit-area garage bands, most of them extremely raw & quite more fulfilling than anyone else at the time who sought to connect 60â€™s raunch with CRAMPS-style lurch-n-roll. Even THE GORIES made their debut there, and they, along with ART PHAG, were the ones that made the most immediate impression. (I seem to remember an ode to porn stars by SNAKE-OUT that started with the line, â€œHey Ginger Lynn / Whatâ€™s on your chin?â€, as well as a hideously racist song by someone going by the nom de plume of JERRY VILE. Classy!). ART PHAGâ€™s contribution was equally distressing â€“ a two-minute, bottom-feeding sludge-o-rama of the most guttural garage sounds imaginable called â€œGolfâ€, interrupted by occasional angry rants from a guy yelling at his girlfriend for messing with his golf clubs, followed by the sound of her screaming in sheer terror as he goes on a rampage. Like I said, tre classy.
So a couple years later the ART PHAG album comes out. Itâ€™s got a spray painted cover, each one handmade â€“ you know the way every Tom Dick & Harry noise band does it this century. Kinda cool back then. â€œGolfâ€ is on it, and all the politically incorrect DJs at my college radio station rush to be the first one to play it. But hidden in its grooves are other songs â€“ much better songs, I thought â€“ that proved that ART PHAG werenâ€™t a one-trick pony, and that they engaged in a primitive level of subdued raunch as well as anyone else going – sounding very CRAMPSian for sure but also with nods to the Panther Burns and 60s punkers of all stripes. Iâ€™m posting two of the best from the LP â€“ oh yeah, and â€œGolfâ€ â€“ as testament to a band undoubtedly lost to time if not for the Interweb.