What The Hell

The second EP and final release for the best known and most influential Florida punk band of the '80s. This one sees the beer swilling louts from Gainseville tackle such topics as Brooke Shields, your mom, acne, gun control, and their disdain for their former guitarist George Tabb. This was released by Roach Motel's own DESTROY label in 1984. Oh, and speaking of Roach Motel, my contribution to this week's Blog Bodies features their classic tune "My Dog's Into Anarchy." Please go check it out.

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Roach & Roll

I was going to write a vitriolic rant about this blog where this pathetic fuckstick just steals other blogger's posts, writing, and personal anecdotes and attempts to pass them off as his own work, but then I decided to not give any more attention to this lazy, unimaginative sub-tard. With that said...

Roach Motel were one of the earliest and best-known hardcore bands from Florida. Here's their debut 7" Roach & Roll from 1982. Sure this record has some jabs at Cubans, old people and homosexuals and the infamous track "Wetback," but back in '82 punk wasn't overrun with PC watchdogs, and this kind of naive bigotry was just part of a bigger misanthropy. Not that I am condoning such sentiments, it was just how it was back in the day, and I am against any kind of revisionism of the past to conform with people's tight-assed worldview in the present. Either way, this is a classic of American punk and a very important piece of my growing up punk in Florida. These guys were the kings, this record is the proof.

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We Can't Help it if We're From Florida

Released waaaay back in '83 by Destroy Records, the "We Can't Help it if We're From Florida" 7" ep was to Florida what "This Is Boston Not LA" was to Boston, and "This Is Phoenix Not The Circle Jerks" was to Phoenix. Basically a regional comp of amazing punk bands not heard outside their respected areas. You get Hated Youth's D.R.I.-like thrashing fastcore, two brief tracks from the amazing Sector 4, Morbid Opera's female-fronted garage/psych punk freakout, Roach Motel's drunken redneck punk fury, and finally, Rat Cafeteria's so-so Oi flavored punk with keyboards. If you were punk and living in Florida, this record was mandatory, and most likely it lit a fire under your ass to start a band. It's pretty amazing to think of that 13 minutes of music could make such a difference in anyone's life, and even make whatever shit hole you should find yourself growing up in seem not so terrible, but "We Can't Help it if We're From Florida" most certainly did that for me. Without it, I might be writing this blog about my cats and fantasy footbal.

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