I cannot stress highly enough what a special place to live and go to shows Baltimore was at the early part of this decade. At a time where we were known more for Homicide, instead of The Wire, and long before a bunch of kids moved down from upstate New York to kick off Wham City!, a group of youngbloods came together in the city, just as they had since time immemorial, to play punk rock and all of its bastard offspring. Between legit venues like the Ottobar & the Talking Head and DIY spots like Charm City Art Space & the Bloodshed, a music fan had more places to watch independent music in Baltimore than at any other point in its history. Additionally, a number of bands starting playing shows, pulling from any number of disparate influences and creating some really distinctive music.
One of the bands that made the scene what it was Flowers In The Attic. Female-fronted and influenced by the late 80's ABC No Rio/Gilman hardcore & crust scenes, as well as a healthy dose of circa '85 SST releases, FITA dropped two EPs and a split 7" during their brief existence. Watching them live was a cathartic experience. I never knew whether to bottle up or explode.
Judge for yourself on this, the 1st of two EPs released on Reptilian Records. Members have moved on to work with a variety of projects, my favorite of which is Hollywood. They rule pretty hard.
Flowers in The Attic - s/t
(click the record to DL)
RIYL: side 2 of "My War", "Document #8", chest tapping, stage dives
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since just the slightest mention of Document #8 sends me into hysterics, I pretty much had to check this out.
it's mighty swell.
Rebecca and I grew up together in a shit hold suburb and played in one of the WORST bands on the face of existence.
Which is really something to say about a band in the state of Maryland.
Haircut: so that means you were in Ochlocracy together, correct? C'mon! There were far worse bands than that in the state of Maryland. And I had the (mis)fortune of standing through most of them between 1994 and 2005.
i think that the vocalist is beautiful and she is in the disk cover because the human shape looks like her.
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