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GEZA X - Final Gear Records - 1981

Apart from liking this record due to it's near neighbours in audio across the pond, The Cravats, I know nothing about the record. I have seen the name Geza X on several old 7" singles from the U.S. Black Flag and Dead Kennedys etc, Geza X engineering the sessions, but I know nothing of the man or this record. The guy below does though... “YOU GODDAM KIDS” mixes up a fine fuzzed up shrill line between pop and paranoia, both feature very heavily here. For all it’s catchy hooks and licks and breaking studio techniques. This is an album so (at times) intense it can make for uneasy listening. It can be a record that sounds scared of ITSELF. This is down to Geza’s desk faders-up-Mr-Engineer recording techniques, and also the content, lyrically and sonically too on tracks such as “Mean Mr Mommy Man” and the more obvious “Paranoids” (‘They’re talking in a very low voice, I wonder if they suspect me? I think I’d better make some noise, The computers are trying to inspect me...followed by...CHORUS OF FEAR!). But it’s mostly the everything-in-the-red pop quality that really gets in your head mix of, again BUZZing guitars, fed through an old record cutting lathe box called a Recordio that had a built in pre-amp, shrill and terse saxes and very percussive and infectious marimbas, as well as strange voices singing of ‘bad bad music’ before Mr Jackson got around to it (I think... A Jackson expert I won’t pretend to be). Up for track one then’ “Rio Grande Hotel” a strange little mid paced canter sci-fi piece about Geza meeting his love at the Rio Grande Hotel, they made Rio Grande love there and it was real swell. But he comes from Mars, from the stars but she still becomes his Indian Guide riding by side and they never look back! A damn fine pop/sci-fi platter that shows the first of his horsey metaphors ~ later we also have a marimba driven instro called Pony Ride which captures the basic GEZA sound perfectly and immaculately. Next up an almost operatic tale called ‘Hungarian’ (and he is, so he can say what he likes) in which he pokes fun at mostly himself I reckon with great lines (he’s a damn shrewd & crack-you-up lyricist) in which he proclaims ‘cause Hungarian’s eat their first born sons, Hungarian’s are worse than anyone’s’ and ‘Well I should know because I’ve been one, But if I had my choice...dear God, dalinks, te jo istenem! Oh I would rather dig a ditch a jump in one!’ all over some folk rhythm old as the hills melody-malady over which another shreikingly piercing and short guitar solo rings out. Straight then into the end-of -the–world Sabbath play marimbas slow death march start over “We Need More Power” and we’re delivered as the song hots up a short treatise on how the world’s fucked up, and has gotta change, but the dichotomy being, still, “WE NEED MORE POWER”. The whole shambles in a grinding nut-shell.You could weep, but marimbas are happy instruments! "Isotope Soap" is up next. I do believe it’s one of the world’s few perfect songs. Uneasily into “Paranoids”. TV Computers controlling your minds and no doubt LARD like having you pulling your radio transmitting fillings out of your head. I love these guitar sounds and song arrangements. Is it possible to grin in fear? Cos’ that’s what Geza does in his hectic eclecticness. “Funky Monsters” propounds Geza’s whole musically philosophy that carries on over from side ones “Pony Ride” from a swinging sax and rhythm-box-that-isn’t-a-rhythm-box intro into a slow funk-laden bass that lets you know ‘How did it happen, what did they do? X-music grabbed them and it’s gonna grab you.’ And hearing this, as pussycat voices chairman-meow in it’ll grab you by your musty and sweat laden bits too cos ‘it’s definitely the baddest’. The fractured guitar lines really do infest and again infect, but you will shake and quake all the way thru “Practicing Mice” and into “I Hate Punks” which takes a great shot, at not so much punks per-se, but revolution becoming genericised and dressed up and, well the revolution will be televised, branded, stuck on a t-shirt and sold to the MAN. It’s eerie, it’s creepy, it’s pop and it’s punk and it’s a whole smorgasbord of other things and it affected me deeply, and when it spins now, it still does cos’, Yipes! That’s some bad music! Bad as in good, as in great, as in fantastic,as in unsung". Rock Wagram - Head Heritage website.