(SUPERIOR VIADUCT/RHINO ENTERTAINMENT/SLASH RECORDS/RUBY RECORDS; reissue, 2014; original release, 1981)
In the late 1970s and early ’80s, Los Angeles (and, in truth, most of California, from San Francisco and south, to San Diego) was a particularly fertile environment for musicians… Punk was just coming into its own in the City of the Angels, permutating into its various sub-genres: Rockabilly (as exemplified by X and the Blasters), Hardcore (bands like Black Flag and Dead Kennedys led that charge), Goth or Horror Punk (Christian Death and True Sounds of Liberty – TSOL – spearheaded that style, adding even darker elements to a Misfits-style sound). There were others, of course… and then there was Flesh Eaters, the musical vision of acerbic poet Chris D (Desjardins), an amalgam of everything that was happening in the punk scene, circa 1981. Chris’ dark outlook and seemingly anti-social personality made being a Flesh Eater an adventurous (torturous?) affair and players came and went on a fairly regular basis.
By the time Chris D had written what would soon become his greatest musical achievement, his Flesh Eaters were a veritable super-group of LA punk musicians: guitarist Dave Alvin and his Blasters cohorts, drummer Bill Bateman and sax-man Steve Berlin (who would go on to greater fame as a member of Los Lobos); John Doe and DJ Bonebrake, from X, played bass and various percussion instruments, respectively. These men were (and are) all well-respected musicians in their own rights, but when they convened to record A MINUTE TO PRAY, A SECOND TO DIE, the stars aligned to produce a 37 minute blast of punk perfection. The original album was released on Desjardins’ own Ruby Records before it was enfolded into the Slash Records stable. This latest re-release comes from the esoteric Superior Viaduct imprint (which is also reissuing the second Ruby Records release, the Gun Club’s debut album, FIRE OF LOVE) and is available in glorious vinyl and a limited CD release. So, as I’ve waxed (somewhat) poetic about the record, I’m sure that, like Bugs Bunny, you’re wondering, “What’s all the hub-bub… bub?”
Side one starts strong with “Digging My Grave” as Chris’ controlled rage vocals add to an already disjointed, ominous feel. The primary instrumental impetus comes from Berlin’s sax and Bonebrake’s marimba… yeah, you heard right: Marimba, an instrument very rarely heard in rock music at all, forget about the Gothic punk stew that A MINUTE TO PRAY… offers up. There are a couple of beautifully discordant sax squonk solos from Berlin that add just the right vibe. “Pray ’til You Sweat” is highlighted by a very cool guitar signature from Dave Alvin and a typically dismal lyric from Chris D: “You gotta stop riding the brakes/You gotta stop robbing the cradle/Cock the gun, pull the trigger/What you got is one dead singer.” As the name implies, “River of Fever” is a fever dream of horror and depravity; and, aren’t those the best kind? Quite possibly the truest punk song on the album, the tune is an exercise in speed and precision, with a chorus that laments (or glories in… you’re never quite sure with Desjardins), “My hands are folded across my chest/My hands are folded and I’m at rest.” “Satan’s Stomp” was recorded live-in-studio, with a slightly cavernous sound, which works well on this particular track. Bateman and Doe (with an assist from DJ Bonebrake, no doubt) propel the tune forward with minimalist approaches on guitar and sax for accompaniament. The chorus is punk-fast with the majority of the nearly six minute song feeling more like a New Orleans jazz funeral until everything collapses into a deconstructive crescendo of noise before the drum and bass coda return for the final 40 seconds. Halfway through, and… what an amazing slab of pure, raw, rock and roll savagery!
What is, arguably, the most melodic tune on the album opens side two. “See You In the Boneyard” is a total ebb and flow of power and aggression, a Judas betrayal of remorse and condemnation, with lines like: “You see something different/When it’s time to carry a cross.” “So Long” is kinda like something from Rank and File or Doe’s and Bonebrake’s other band, X. Chris D’s vocals continue to be a raw nerve croak, sounding creepy and rather threatening, especially here, where the theme seems to be – at the very least – murder or – more likely – murder/suicide. Or gardening… the song could be about gardening. A John Doe/X leftover from 1977, “Cyrano de Berger’s Back” is a retelling of the love triangle of Christian, Roxane and Cyrano’s proboscis. Where the original X demo (which finally saw the light of day on Rhino’s LOS ANGELES reissue in 2001) was bright and somehow happy, this version is as dark and bleak (and wonderful) as the rest of the record. The lyrical content (and, maybe the vocals a bit, as well) of the seven minute long (!) album closer, “Divine Horseman,” puts me in mind of another street poet, Jim Carroll; however, where Carroll’s poems/songs were dark around the edges, Desjardins’ seem to be black from the core out. The song starts with a rather noirish sax passage that leads straight into a strident, punk-cum-metal Alvin guitar riff. Pounding drums from Bill Bateman and that insistent guitar never falter throughout as the bass and sax add interesting textures along with the marimba and maracas. The lyrics are very horror-themed but, at least in my mind, closer to ROSEMARY’S BABY, “Let’s have a baby with the Prince of Lies” than what the final lines reveal: “I still love you/I know what you are/Loup Garou.” Like Michael Landon always said, “You gotta love a good werewolf in love story.” And, you gotta love an album as ground-breaking as A MINUTE TO PRAY, A SECOND TO DIE. Records like this don’t come around every day or, for that matter, come back around every day so – as I’m wont to say: “Go ye forth and consume!” Both configurations are available at the usual places, my favorite of which is a staggering beast commonly referred to as a “record store.” You can also remain disconnected from all human interaction and order it directly from www.superiorviaduct.com.