Various: Holland Sux, LP (Vinyl)
Various: Holland Sux, LP (Vinyl)
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Various
Holland Sux
Absconded
Bep
Brezhnev
Human Alert
Nra
und 6 weitere ...

  • LP (Vinyl)
  • Germany
  • Bitzcore
  • (bc 1713)
  • 25 Tracks
  • EAN 4018951713210
  • EX / EX
  • used
  • shelf wear on cover

tracks

A1

Seein Red
How Much Longer

A2

Dead Stoolpigeon
Times Like These

A3

Pan Am
What The Fuck Is Going On

A4

Nra
Fallen To Pieces

A5

Absconded
Time To Waste

A6

Catweazle
Sin Aviso

A7

Bep
Louise

A8

Brezhnev
Dirty Little Slut

A9

Yawp
Uncle Fuck

A10

Human Alert
Kerk & Staat

A11

Nra
Justice Is For The Rich

A12

Bep
Trapped

B1

Seein Red
C-red

B2

Brezhnev
Hostitude

B3

Yawp
Letters

B4

Pan Am
The Way You Sleep

B5

Seein Red
Go Revolution Go

B6

Funeral Oration
This Punk Thing

B7

Absconded
All That I Know

B8

Catweazle
Repeat And Regret

B9

Human Alert
Motorpunk

B10

Bep
Back To Please

B11

Pan Am
Something I Learned

B12

Nra
Fake Band

B13

Dead Stoolpigeon
Motive

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The real, great rock 'n' roll swindle? Don't look for it in the Pistols, well, in Mac Laren' movie The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle... you'd better search Belgium, and more specifically somewhere near Lou Deprijck and Yvan Lacomblez, two born-and-bred “Brusselians[1] ”. If their names don't ring a bell at first glance, you've most likely already wiggled to the interplanetary hit which brought them fortune (in every way): “Ça plane pour moi”! Oh yeah, France already had Antoine's “Élucubrations”, a mildly transgressive hit in its own way... and an unprecedented landslide in Gallic memory. But this time, another category was tackled! “Ca plane pour moi”? A moronic song by a crappy singer... The prank swept through the world and within a few months, no less than one million 45s were sold just in France. And the incredible part is that it was to spawn a mass-produced bunch of cover versions, finally becoming – how ironic – a universal punk anthem: think what you will, it IS the hold-up of the century! Of course, such a cash cow would arouse envy and create quite a few vocations among our fellow countrymen. The song's trademark derision was finally about to bridge the missing link between original punk – too violent, too dirty – and the general public eager to enjoy a little Saturday-night pogo.