From a time when cocaine ruined good hard rock music comes St. Vitus' 3rd album, Born Too Late. 1987 brought us timeless "classics" such as Whitesnake's self titled record, Motley Crue's Girls Girls Girls, and the infamous Appetite for Destruction, debut record for the iconic five piece known as Guns and Roses... It would be another four years before Nirvana's Nevermind would blow these proto-hipsters off the musical radar. Out with coke, in with heroin. At least junkies make better music. I digress. My point is, with this clusterfuck of bad music going around like a used rig, infecting all exposed to it, this record was completely overlooked. Sticking to the sticky-icky, St. Vitus provide that doom and gloom that was lost in an era of tight pants, powdered drugs, and mascara. Three albums in, and with a new singer (Wino), they bring the raw, warm riff channeled directly from Black Sabbath's first three records, with a little bit of punk rock ferocity thrown in the mix. Their songs of alcohol and depression run through your mind like the rush of emotion you have when you find out something terrible has happened. Someone, or something has died. Maybe your soul. Who knows. This record isn't without its humor, though. Just listen to the last verse of Thirsty and Miserable, and try not to smile. Load a bowl. And fuck hair metal. Period.
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