Eat My Fuc LP
Label: Blood Records (402019)
Recorded: Circa late 1983 / early 1984
Released: Circa April 1984 (matrix indicates February 1984 pressing)
Side 1: Hard Candy Cock / Out For Blood / I Don’t Give A Shit / Drink, Fight And Fuck / Convulsions
Side 2: Fuckin’ The Dog / Cock On The Loose / Clit Licker / God Of Fire In Hell / Blowjobs / Live At A7 Club NYC 4/83 (You Hate Me & I Hate You / No Rules)
Lineup Side 1: GG Allin (drums, rhythm guitar, vocals), Dan Salomon (lead guitar, bass)
Lineup Side 2: GG Allin - most likely drums, rhythm guitar, vocals. Lead guitar and bass unconfirmed; most likely Tommy Doyle from The Lower East Side.
Censored “RI edition”
Hard cardstock jacket
Hand-drawn innersleeve
Photocopy artwork
Perhaps GG’s defining moment and point of no return, the “Eat My Fuc” LP establishes the baseline for gutter-quality recording techniques, album design, and lyrical content. Unfortunately following in the footsteps of the “Always Was” LP, this album also only offers up five new tracks, with side one being the debut Scumfucs EP in its entirety. But side two is really where the fun begins. Fueled by daily intoxication and paralleling GG’s dropoff in personal hygiene and high flying of his sexual freak flag, the recording boasts some of the trashiest, mind bogglingly fucked up sounds to ever grace wax. “Fuckin’ The Dog” opens the side with one of his darkest, and dare I say, introspective, moments to date, and the wall-of-fuzz guitar soloing is simply awesome. Throughout the next four tracks, instruments drop out, tracks abruptly end, guitars blast out of only one speaker, odd hissing noises permeate … and the cuts wouldn’t be as good any other way. A surprising discovery is that one of GG's five knuckle children on side two, "Blowjobs," is actually a cover off a sixties Mad Magazine album — "She Got A Nose Job" by the Dellwoods! This tune was also covered in 1971 by Mogan David & His Winos, led by Rhino Records founder Harold Bronson (not sure which version served as inspiration). The tour de force ends with two live cuts from the Jabbers’ April 1983 gig at the A7 Club in New York City, with typical crowd harassment and a quick, upbeat dressing room interview.
A side note, here is my theory regarding the acoustic versions of “God Of Fire In Hell” (a.k.a. “Fags In The Living Room”) and “Blowjobs.” My guess is that the acoustic versions came first, probably circa summer/fall 1983; these were the original rough tunes that GG put together. “Fags In The Living Room” was directed at the Providence club The Living Room for refusing to book The Jabbers. The line “They've got a record out, it sucks” refers to the Living Room Compilation album, which came out in May 1983. Realizing that the original lyrics would date the song and be useless for anyone outside of New England, he changed the words prior to recording. As for “Blowjobs,” the acoustic version has a similar but distinctly different melody. My guess is that sometime between GG recording his demo version and the Eat My Fuc recording session in late 1983, he was hipped to (by David Peel or Tommy Doyle?) the Mogan David & His Winos or the Dellwoods “Nosejob” version, begging to be parodied. GG then morphed his tune into a cover version. But of course this is all just speculation.
Reviews
The music's not bad — standard thrash with nice R&B overtones — although it seems to have been recorded on a cassette deck. Still, lyrically, this LP (sorry) sucks. With many lines like "Put it in your mouth / Don't take it out," Mr. Allin is fascinated by only one thing. Unfortunately, he assumes we, too, are interested in how and with whom and how many times he does it ... and he's wrong. This LP is less offensive than absurd.
— Boston Rock #50 - April 15, 1984 (Boston, MA)
Scan courtesy of Ryan Richardson / Circulation Zero
OK, here's a record to show your mom by GG Allin And The Scumfucs on Blood Records. The singer says fuck many times (oh my!!) What parents think punk rock's all about but it's not. Could have been a classic album if it had been recorded better. The basics: Drink, fuck and fight!!
— Flipside #42 (Whittier, CA) Summer 1984
Scan courtesy of Chris Minicucci
The new record from GG & The Scumfucs is a gas, great garage thrash. It includes the 5 songs from the GG Allin & The Scumfucs 7" EP on the A side. B side GG serves up some choice cuts. "Fuckin' The Dog", "Cock On The Loose" and "Clit Licker" just to name a few — plus some live material from the A7 Club in New York City. Not for everyone, but then that's the way it should be right?
— Malice #8 (Memphis, TN) 1984
Like it or not, GG represents the authentic spirit of “rock ’n’ roll.” After half a dozen 7”ers and an album, you’d expect him to mellow out, but he’s more primitive and disgusting than ever. I mean, the production on this garage release is almost as distorted as GG’s values! With a homemade drawing of an ejaculating member on the cover, and reflective song titles like “Fuckin’ The Dog,” “Clit Licker,” “Drink, Fight And Fuck,” and “Cock On The Loose,” this would make a perfect gift for Sunday School teachers all across America.
— Maximum RockNRoll #14 - June 1984 (Berkeley, CA)
Scan courtesy of Chris Minicucci
There is a good and bad side to almost everything. The primary exception to this rule is Mr. Allin. In this Greatest Flops collection, once again produced by (the possibly late?) Dick Urine, we get all the things you are hopeful of avoiding from this sick puppy. Insightful ditties like “Cock On The Loose,” “Clit Licker,” “Blow Jobs” and the (ahem) “anthem,” “I Don’t Give A Shit.” Terrible. Not music for listening to, this is horrible atonal fecal matter made for avoiding. If you have anything at all to do with it, try to hear none of this tripe. You’ll be better off for it.
Recommended only for the severely retrospective anal retentive types who examine their own stool as a hobby. Make it go away!
— The Newpaper (Providence, RI)
A wonderfully moronic hardcore LP with all the smash hits you've been waiting for. Included are "Hard Candy Cock," "Clit Licker," and "Fuckin' The Dog," etc. Operators are standing by. Not much fresh description I can add to hardcore, a particularly homogenous genre of music. Fast? Alike? Obnoxious? Yep. Yep. Yep. Side A, with tough fast forward ballistic guitars and lots of crashing cymbals, is substantially better than the flipside, which is a tad too heavy metalish for my liking (my theory is that every hardcore guitarist will eventually degenerate into heavy metal when his/her hand gets tired of hyperaccelerated strumming). The recording quality is poor; apparently intended for L-O-U-D consumption. Playing the LP at low levels, as we old folks are prone to do, gives a pleasingly trashy tone. All of the lyrics are intelligible (not to be confused with intelligent). I found this especially annoying. I'm wondering if these pubescent poets are hoping we'll all be singing along to lyrics like "Sit on my prick / I'll lick your clit." This album is not quite enough garbled breakneck noise for my listening torture. But recommended nonetheless.
— OP The "X" Issue (Olympia, WA) July-Aug 1984
Let’s face it folks, GG Allin is a true spokesman for our generation, one of the few truly depraved rock ’n roll heroes and real men left. Side one of this LP was already released as a previous EP, but, heck, you’ll want to hear such already legendary classics as “Hard Candy Cock” and “Drink Fight And Fuck” again. The other side has all new Allin anthems, perfect for family get-togethers, with titles like “Fuckin’ The Dog,” “Cock On The Loose,” and “Blow Jobs.” There’s also an awesome live segment, recorded in NY, where GG bids a tender farewell to the audience by telling ‘em, “I hope you all get killed going home tonight.” Dick Urine’s “production” is, uh, let’s say unique. The hand-drawn cover — no company would allegedly print it — is hard to beat (snicker!). Keep it cumming, GG!
— Suburban Punk #10 (Lynn, MA) 1984
If you take this seriously, you're stupid. GG's newest, half of which is made up of cuts from his previous EP is a record with a one track mind. From the opener, "Fuckin' The Dog" we truly glimpse the New Hampshire madman's twisted brain. Although not as manly as Nig Heist, GG makes scatologists like Tesco Vee and Bang Gang look like Pat Boone.
— xXx #6 (Marblehead, MA) 1984
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