Damien Jurado – Ghost Of David (LP)

Album Info Hide Show Artist: Damien Jurado Album: Ghost Of David Released: USA, 2016 Tracklist: A1 Medication A2 Desert A3 Johnny Go Riding A4 Great Today A5 Tonight I Will Retire A6 Ghost Of David B1 Parking Lot B2 Rearview B3 Paxil B4 Walk With Me B5 December B6 Rosewood Casket B7 Ghost In The Snow Info About Buying Vinyl From Our Record Store We are a small independent record store located at 211 High St, Preston in Melbourne, Australia (North of Northcote, between Thornbury & Reservoir) We buy and sell new and used vinyl records – if you have a collection you’d like to sell please click here . We ship Australia wide for a flat rate of $10 for standard shipping or $15 for express post. Free Shipping for orders $150 and over. You can also pick up your order in store, just select Local Pickup at the checkout. We also ship internationally – prices vary depending on weight and location. 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If you change your mind you have 30 days to return your record but you must cover the cost of returning it to the store. You can contact our Melbourne record shop at (03) 9939 3807 or at [email protected] Happy Listening! Description Hide Show Mudhoneys March to Fuzz landed at the start of 2000, the kind of nononsense career overview that feels like a battered tour case stuffed with everything that mattered from their first dozen years. It is a two disc set on Sub Pop that splits the difference between a punchy bestof and a cratedigging trove of Bsides and oddities. If youve ever worn out a copy of Superfuzz Bigmuff or Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge, this plays like a victory lap that still smells of stale beer and burnt valves. The first disc is the big grin. It opens a vein straight back to the late 80s Seattle moment that Mudhoney helped spark, all fuzz pedal snarl and garagepunk swing. Touch Me Im Sick still lurches like a sickly carnival ride, a reminder of how Jack Endinos early Reciprocal Recording sessions caught the band with their hair on fire. You get the sledgehammer churn of In n Out of Grace and the darting, surfruined riffing of Here Comes Sickness. Then the early 90s work arrives with a different kind of snap, thanks to the crisp, unfussy ear of producer Conrad Uno at Egg Studios. Let It Slide and Good Enough show how Mudhoney could tuck hooks inside the grime without losing the grin. Suck You Dry remains a highwater mark, a Repriseera single that somehow made their racket sound radio sized while keeping Dan Peters drums and Matt Lukins bass locked like a barfight. Mark Arms drawl is the constant throughline, half sneer, half laugh, always ready with a line that leans into the absurdity of it all. The second disc is the reason lifers cherish this set. Rarities that once lived on hardtofind singles get hauled into the light. Hate the Police, their thumping cover of The Dicks, hits with the gleeful venom that made their early Sub Pop 7inches so collectible. You can hear the band chase stray ideas, tear through covers, and bash out experiments that never lost the lowbudget thrill. This side of March to Fuzz reminds you Mudhoney were never precious. If it cracked a smile in the practice room, they put it to tape. Sequencing helps too. The scrappy oneoffs sit neatly against minor classics, so the story flows rather than feeling like a dumping ground. Its also a neat way to hear their studio path in miniature. The thick, mosquitoswarm guitars of the Endino cuts give way to Egg Studios grainy warmth, then on to the mid90s records where the bands sense of swing sharpened. None of it sands off the attitude. This band loved ugly guitar tones and proudly made them feel like home. You can draw a straight line from these sides to the next wave of garage revivalists, but Mudhoneys humour and refusal to posture keep them in a lane of their own. Critics at the time treated March to Fuzz as more than a tidy package. It read like a case closed argument for their place in the grunge story, the missing link between punk snot and stadiumready noise. On a format note, the original set was a 2CD, though March to Fuzz vinyl pressings do exist and tend to vanish fast whenever they surface. If you collect Mudhoney vinyl, this one is catnip, but any format gets you the goods. The fuzz is the point, and it is gloriously intact. Spin the hits disc when you need a straight shot, then use the rarities disc as a reminder that accidents and side roads often hold the best stories. If youre digging around a Melbourne record store and spy a clean copy, dont overthink it. Grab first, text later. The same goes if you prefer to buy Mudhoney records online. With Mudhoney albums on vinyl, condition matters since these were the records that actually got played at parties, not just filed. In the world of vinyl records Australia can be a paradise if youre patient, with the odd Sub Pop gem tucked between pub rock and punk. Whether youre rebuilding a collection or just filling gaps, March to Fuzz sits nicely next to the core studio albums and tells the tale in one hit. More than a primer, its a reminder that Mudhoney never chased the slick version of Seattle. They took the cheap gear, the big muffed guitars, the injokes and the hangovers, and made a sound that still feels alive. March to Fuzz is that sound bottled, shaken, and served with a wink. Product Reviews Hide Show Write a Review