What would Wilfully Obscure be without a curveball now and then, especially when the band in question tacks on ellipses to their already oblique moniker? Days of...what? I just can't say, and apparently neither could these circa '86-'87 North Carolina noiseniks. Let's just say wine and roses and call it a day, huh?
What little I'm able to glean about the band comes entirely from the LP insert sheet, bejeweled with pics of several gig flyers of bands they served as openers for, including the Flaming Lips, Fugazi, not to mention proto-Superchunk luminaries Wwax, and the Slushpuppies, which I promise to dedicate a future posting to. The back sleeve is features a blowup of a flyer for their opening slot for the Angels of Epistemology - and we all know far those guys went.
Days Of... were akin to Squirrel Bait yodeling a mating call to Rites of Spring, though somewhat lacking the aplomb or exponential future influence of either. The quartets brand of distorto-hardcore is restrained just a smidgen to let some stray tuneful notions creep in now and again, with "Dreamgirl" being the most representative of this observation. The live tracks that wrap out side two are rough going, but Days Of... is still worth a...
01. Men & Minds
02. I Confess
03. September
04. Dreamgirl
05. Friday
06. untitled
07. A View From Above
08. Skin Deep (live)
09. Consumed (live)
10. Blinded (live)
11. A Day In the Life (live)