AMPHETAMINE REPTILE Peel Sessions 1992

by request

 

Discogs

Tracklist  

A1	–Cows	You Are So Beautiful	2:38
A2	–Cows	How Dry I Am	3:29
A3	–Helmet (2)	Rude	4:15
A4	–Helmet (2)	Sinatra	4:39
B1	–Surgery (2)	Dear Sweet Laura	3:18
B2	–Surgery (2)	D-Nice	4:31
B3	–Tar	Viaduct Removal	4:37
B4	–Tar	Ballad Of The Storyteller	3:20

SCREWED Original Motion Picture Soundtrack 1996

by request

 

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Tracklist  

1	–Halo Of Kitten	I Hate Porn	1:19
2	–Hammerhead (2)	Camaro	5:00
3	–Melvins	I Like Porn	2:16
4	–Guv'ner	Coitus City	2:15
5	–Mudhoney	Goat Cheese	3:13
6	–Strapping Fieldhands	Porn Weasel	3:21
7	–Boss Hog	Black Throat	4:05
8	–Cows	The Pictorial	2:38
9	–Big Chief	Ludist Nudist	3:02
10	–Black Light Rainbow	Fuck Forever	2:46
11	–Gear Jammer	Mr. Peanut Eats The Corn Out Of My Shit	2:56

 

VARIOUS ARTISTS Smells Like Smoked Sausages 1992

Discogs

Tracklist  

A1	–Tar	Deep Throw	2:08
A2	–Cows	My Girl	2:57
B1	–Vertigo (12)	Dynamite Cigar	2:04
B2	–Helios Creed	Hideous Greed	2:33
C1	–Helmet (2)	Oven	1:18
C2	–Surgery (2)	Our Demise	3:31
D1	–Boss Hog	Fire Of Love	2:42
D2	–God Bullies	Bullet	2:35

COWS The Missing Letter is You 1997

biography

[+] by John Dougan

Longtime denizens of the Minneapolis rock scene, the Cows are one of America's great degenerate punk rock bands. Starting off as near-total incompetents, they have become more technically polished musicians during the '90s, but their white-hot noise rock has not been tamed one bit. In many ways, the Cows remain as gloriously messy, primitive, and exciting as they were the day they started. Formed in the mid-'80s by idiosyncratic lead singer Shannon Selberg, the Cows appropriated the hardcore guitar blur that characterized fellow-Twin Citians Hüsker Dü, but stripped away any and all concessions to melodies, hooks, riffs -- essentially anything that remotely resembled pop. What they offered was a blazing wall of distortion that was punk rock at its crudest; a feral racket that sounded as if the guitars were being played with metal files. Above the din was Selberg, free-associating surreal vignettes about, well, God knows what, but his squealing, shrieking, and general lunacy provided the bizarre, often engaging, focus. He plays trumpet, too -- well, not so much plays as blasts a note or two when he's tired of ranting. After the release of their first album in 1987, the Cows were roundly derided as a talentless, tasteless joke (a charge that would be leveled a few years later against Babes in Toyland). However, they've stayed true to their anti-commercial stance and punk roots, releasing a handful of weird, loud, gleefully unhinged records that seem to get better (i.e., more focused and less obtuse) and retain the band's devotion to mania.

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