Last Gasp - Drunkeness and Desperation 7''ep

Last Gasp - Drunkeness & Desperation 7'' ep
Overkill Records - 1990

01 - Used 2 Have A Job
02 - Time 2 Hear
03 - Reality Sucks
04 - Blind Hate
05 - Artificial Flavor
06 - Stop This
07 - LOM ( Lonely Old Man )

First vinyl effort from the overlooked and forgotten Seattle band Last Gasp.
This is angry, dirty, nihilistic and drug-fueled punk hard-core.
I remember i really enjoyed this ep when it came out, it felt like a breath of fresh air amisdst all those boring posi-core and straight-edge bands coming from the U.S.A at that time.
There's an annoying sheet of trebly sound covering all the songs, like if the sound engineer did put small tambourines on the microphones stands while recording the band. That may sound fucked-up but still, every instruments are properly defined below those tiny bells ringing continuously.
I guess with lyrics such as: "looking outside the window / start to feel like shit / got a corpse in my freezer / it won't suck my dick " Last Gasp didn't got very positive reviews for this ep.
For the brave and adventurous people, this lil' seven inch is available here:

http://www.mediafire.com/file/m0xwzzjzyyf/Last Gasp - Drunkeness and Desperation 7'' - 1990.zip

Found some interesting piece of writing about the band history and the wider context of the Seattle underground scene in the late 80s, written by their former guitarist, this is called "Seattle’s Not Dead’: The Forgotten Seattle Hardcore Punk Scene". Check this worth reading material here and here.

" Things were starting to get really weird in Seattle, what with this new yarl-filled rock coming out of long-haired bands with shirtless lead singers. I saw it coming, and I started running. Us punk rock fuckups never wanted to famous, but we never wanted to be buried by hair and meat. Yarl yarl yarl. The worst was yet to come. We ignored it by consuming copious amounts of shitty beer, and screaming at the top of our lungs. Soon, however, even our scene would change. The music would slow down, people starting getting all tribal and dreadlocky, and the simple aesthetic of D.I.Y. hardcore punk would be infected by a virus called 'grunge'. The only cure for the infection would be death. "