Fire Of Love

One of the first psychobilly punk records apparently - pretty cool!

Interesting early punk band, but I think Entertainment! is more interesting.

Bailed on this album. Mostly found it to alternate between "songs that made me feel literally nothing" and "annoying." Entire songs would play, and I'd realize I don't remember a single thing from them as soon as they ended, then the next song would play, and I'd try to focus and just hated it.

Holds up well. A lot Looser and faster at moments than I expected.

Album No. 0216 on my list. Once again, a new artist I've discovered through my 1001 album journey; I had never heard of The Gun Club before to be honest. And to be even more honest, I'm not quite sure what to make of "Fire Of Love". It's certainly a punk/post punk album and may have been pretty innovative at the time of its release. Besides, music critics do really seem to have a sweet spot for post punk, so I do get why it is on the list. Personally, I have to say though that I'm not the biggest fan of "Fire Of Love". One can clearly hear the advancement from the original punk genre that this album presents; yet the songs themselves didn't really stick with me. I like the blues-influenced sound and would have never thought that it works so well with the punkesque overall vibe of the album, but there is little catchiness in the songs and I'm also not the biggest fan of the singer's voice and singing style. As I said, I find it kinda hard to select specific songs for my playlist because they didn't really stick (maybe I should listen to the whole thing again for a few times). Anyway, I will add "Sex Beat", and "She's Like Heroin To Me" to my playlist, as they were relatively catchy compared to the rest of the album. I'm having a hard time rating the whole thing: 2 stars feels like it's not enough, 3 seems like too much in my opinion. In the end, I'll go for the lower rating but I'll revisit my assessment in the coming weeks - who knows, maybe I'll enjoy some more after listening to the album a few times? 2/5 stars.

Just okay

It's a really good album! I had never heard of this and I thought it was amazing! It combines Punk and Blues music to get this sound that can't be replicated by any other group! It definitely leans more towards early Punk Rock but some of the songs are pretty bluesy. Wonderful album!

Meh

What a load of crap and that cover, wtf, its shit.

Been getting a lot of punk recently and they’re kind of starting to blend together

The Gun Club’s Fire of Love was pretty middle-of-the-road for me. I wasn’t particularly impressed, but I wasn’t offended by it either. Mostly, I just felt… indifferent. There’s really not much else to say.

This is a group desperately wanting to make a psychobilly album, but getting too high and making a congealed soup of REM, rockabilly, spoken word, and apathy. The album cover is just as just as aloof, with pictures cut out of a book on New Orleans voodoo and haphazardly glued onto some construction paper someone else left in the studio.

Albums I just don't like but have at least one enjoyable song I give 2 stars. I couldn't find any joy from a song on this album. Maybe it was the lead singers voice (which isn't good), but probably it is just the style of music because the playing of the instruments itself seemed fine. None of the songs were fun, none were catchy, none were interesting, none got me thinking "I want to hear this again." I just wanted it to be over. 1 star

First few songs are quite enjoyable - and then it gets a bit same-y.

Not bad per se, but too nerve-grating for my current state.

Didn't know them and really dig it. I need to listen again some time.

2.75 or a light three. Totally new band to me. There’s a couple really cool songs here but it peaks kinda early and the back section is way tough to get through.

Reminding me a great deal of the White Stripes and the early Pixies, this is a punk band that I don't remember hearing of previously, despite my familiarity with Kid Congo in the Cramps. Definitely feels like a portion of what the Cramps came to be known as was born here, albeit a bit slower. An interesting listen, glad to have experienced it.

There are some fun moments, but it’s a largely forgettable album.

I generally like what they're doing here, but it's waaaay too much of the same. The Pixie's are great because they switch it up constantly. If this was a 20 minute album it would be in 4/5 range. But 40 minutes of the same song knocks it down to a 3

I enjoyed the first song or two and was okay with the next handful. But by the end of this album, I was bored. Being bored by a punk album is not a good sign for the quality of it.

maybe it's the distinctly American flavor of punk on here, and the delightfully amateur cover art, but this reminds me of the 80s/90s underground scene that Sun City Girls, Butthole Surfers, and Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 all resided in. just a lot more traditionalist. and that first bit's a pretty good sign for me. i'm less than thrilled about the use of the N word, though. i understand that they're used to characterize the narrators as white trash, but it does sour the album when it's otherwise an edgy glamorization of the outlaw lifestyle. deserves to be one of the 1001? maybe, perhaps leaning yes? i think there are other albums that fill its role that aren't on here.

This is some great music. Lots of spirit. Raw. It's not for the pop music fans or those that read Rolling Stone.

Nope

Always meant to check them out properly, pretty good

I loved this, It must have influenced Jack White massively

The album cover really disturbs me. The album itself was less disruptive. Not the worst, but not something I'm dying to replay.

Exquisite blend of post-punk, country, blues, psychedelia and rockabilly. Unusual and groundbreaking for the early 80s.

The punk rock/blues fusion was fun and different, I enjoyed this one.

The guitarist is doing hardcore punk & delta blues at the same time while the lead singer is channeling Velvet Underground-era Lou Reed. Youtube says they're psycho blues-punk rockers. I call it pure 1980's chaos and I love it.

I did not expect to like this album as much as I did. Picture this: two bands stand together at a crossroads. One takes the road into psychobilly, the other goes off into the fog. The first band is Reverend Horton Heat, the second is The Gun Club. They sound like you took Horton Heat stylings, took away the coke and meth, and gave them a case of beer and a couple of subs. I've never heard the blues done so well. Right on, boys! Keep it up! My Rating: 5/5

And just like that I have reached the final album on this journey. I am glad I could discover something new to close it out. This is a really neat blend of punk and blues. The vocals took a few listens to get used to, but I think it works for the style. Some of these lyrics got really dark. Favorites were Preaching The Blues, For The Love Of Ivy, Ghost On The Highway, Black Train, and Cool Drink Of Water.

Not really for me.

Pretty fun

Too bluesy prefer later stuff from them

Why is this here? Started off ok, but then it just got obnoxious. 2*

It wasn’t terrible, but I wouldn’t listen to it again.

A fun punk album from the early 80’s. The lyrics need some real help, but I like the backbeats and slight chaos created by the music. It’s not full blown, egotistical punk rock and maybe that’s why it wasn’t total crap.

An interesting blend of blues and rock thrown into the punk aesthetic. Worked well in some places, not so much in others. Much like Akron, Ohio, I’m glad I visited, enjoyed it while I was there, but no need to go back again.

Really cool sound. Punk/blues/rockabilly mashed together in a really interesting and fun way. Had a White Stipes (or any other Jack White band) feel to it which I really like. Also had a bit of a sonic vibe, primitive, but as much of a sonic vibe as one could muster in 1981. A bit repetitive, but overall a fantastic listen and another great find.

This is awful, listening to this made me want to destroy my ears.

I had to change my rating for my previous day because I liked this one even less.

it was ok. Spotify gave me a song from a later album after this one and I liked it more as it was a bit more polished, but still unhinged and passionate.

Blues punk, psychobilly, whatever you call it, this is entertaining as hell. I love the story songs from the perspective of scuzzy southern dudes involved in shady situations. Jeffrey Lee Pierce channels these lost souls though his singing leaves a lot to be desired.

A cool discovery, never heard of the band. Love the sound of the slide blues guitar in a punk context. While it's obvious how much this influenced Jack White, it's even more remarkable how much it sounds like early Pixies stuff, especially the vocals. Kind of starts off with a bang and the first six songs or so are great, but it trails off a little and gets tedious for me.

Nothing memorable. Not bad though.

Rather OK punk

Le rock 'n' roll crève régulièrement d'une maladie incurable : l'embourgeoisement propret et la prétention intellectuelle. Régulièrement, des types à l'égo surgonflé débarquent pour nous expliquer qu'ils réinventent la roue avec un synthétiseur hors de prix, une posture de poseur en carton ou un concept fumeux chié sur une nappe de restaurant branché. Et puis, de temps en temps, un météore surgit de nulle part et nous rappelle avec une violence inouïe ce qu'est réellement cette musique : une sale pulsion viscérale, un déchirement primitif, une affaire de sang, de sueur et de damnation éternelle. Fire Of Love, le premier album des Gun Club sorti en 1981 chez Ruby Records, est une putain d'œuvre fondatrice, abrasive et possédée. Elle a laissé une traînée de poudre incandescente derrière elle et elle a traumatisé durablement des cohortes entières de musiciens, ouvrant ainsi la voie par exemple aux Pixies, 16 Horsepower, White Stripes et chez nous en France à Noir Désir. Pour bien comprendre deux secondes le carnage, il faut se replacer dans le décor californien du début des années 80. La première déferlante punk s'essouffle ou tourne en rond, le hardcore commence à uniformiser ses tempos débiles à trois mille à l'heure, et la new wave s'apprête à inonder les ondes d'une soupe glaciale au synthétiseur pour défilés de mode. Et c'est dans ce Los Angeles en pleine décomposition qu'émerge Jeffrey Lee Pierce, un gamin impossible, lunaire, ancien président du fan club local de Blondie, boulimique de culture underground mais surtout dévoré de l'intérieur par une obsession dévorante pour le blues pré-guerre du Delta du Mississippi. Et Jeffrey, il veut convoquer à la table du Gun Club, les fantômes oubliés de Robert Johnson, de Son House et de Charley Patton, mais sans la moindre déférence de musicologue à la con. Ici, il n'est pas question de faire du blues de musée pour cinquantenaires nostalgiques assis sur des chaises pliantes. Non, il prend ce blues séculaire, cette musique de parias marquée par le péché, le meurtre et la superstition vaudou, et le catapulte à pleine vitesse contre les parpaings du punk américain. A l'instant où les premières notes s'égrènent, Jeffrey Lee Pierce ne cherche pas à chanter juste, il ne cherche même pas à plaire : le type hurle pour sauver sa peau. Sa voix est un râle d'écorché vif, un miaulement de fauve blessé, un braillement traînant et possédé qui semble s'extirper d'un corps déjà à moitié bouffé par l'alcool frelaté et la folie furieuse. Il y a dans ses cris une authenticité tellement brute qu'elle met mal à l'aise. Jeffrey habite littéralement ses cauchemars, il ne singe pas la misère sudiste ; il en transpire les miasmes toxiques sur le pavé de Californie. C'est une transe hallucinatoire totale où l'on sent que chaque mesure peut s'effondrer dans le vide, que le chanteur peut capoter d'un instant à l'autre d'une overdose émotionnelle en plein milieu d'une phrase. Mais Jeffrey ne fait pas la messe noire tout seul dans son coin, et ce qui rend ce disque prodigieux et indépassable, c'est l'alchimie bâtarde de son gang. Aux côtés de Pierce, il y a la guitare incendiaire de Ward Dotson. Le boulot de Dotson sur cet album est une véritable leçon de carnage sonique : ses parties de slide ne glissent pas gentiment sur les cordes, elles lacèrent l'espace, vrillent les tympans et crachent des étincelles métalliques qui vous scient les nerfs. Les guitares s'entrechoquent dans une ferraille stridente, hantée et totalement imprévisible. Derrière, la section rythmique fait office de rouleau compresseur primitif. Terry Graham frappe ses fûts avec une sécheresse métronomique implacable, refusant les fioritures inutiles au profit d'un martèlement tribal et suffocant, pendant que la basse lourde, ronde et crasseuse de Rob Ritter creuse les ornières du calvaire. Ensemble, ils créent un son unique, souvent maladroitement baptisé cow-punk ou swamp-blues, mais qui n'est en réalité rien d'autre que le punk gothique primitif américain, joué par des loubards obsédés par les carrefours maudits et les feux follets du bayou. On a souvent voulu cataloguer The Gun Club comme une simple bande d'archéologues déjantés qui reprenaient de vieilles antiennes pour leur coller une dose d'amphétamines. Quelle monumentale erreur d'analyse car quand le groupe s'attaque au répertoire séculaire ou quand Pierce compose ses propres délires, il n'y a aucun pastiche. Le passé n'est pas célébré comme une relique intouchable, il est pillé, profané et ressuscité à coups de défibrillateur rouillé. Pierce s'approprie la noirceur originelle de Tommy Johnson ou de Robert Johnson parce qu'il partage la même épouvante métaphysique, la même hantise de la damnation, du sexe destructeur, des chiens de l'enfer et de la mort qui rôde au coin d'une ruelle mal éclairée. Il n'imite pas les bluesmen noirs des années 1930 : il vit dans la même fange mentale, transposée dans les motels sordides et les bouges coupe-gorge de Los Angeles. C'est cette collision culturelle monstrueuse, ce télescopage improbable entre le blues ancestral et le nihilisme urbain de 1981, qui confère à ce disque une force de frappe intemporelle. Ce qui me rend dingue avec Fire Of Love, c'est son absence totale de compromis. À aucun moment le groupe ne cherche à arrondir les angles pour plaire aux programmateurs radio ou pour flatter un public rock en quête de refrains confortables à brailler en festival. Le son est boueux, sec, saturé, enregistré avec une économie de moyens évidente mais transcendé par une aura quasi mystique. Quarante-cinq ans après sa déflagration initiale, la quasi-totalité des disques labellisés "rock rebelle" sortis à la même époque sonnent aujourd'hui comme des bluettes inoffensives de kermesse paroissiale face à ce monument. Là où d'autres vieillissent mal sous le poids des artifices de studio ou des modes éphémères, Fire Of Love conserve intacte son odeur de soufre, d'alcool de maïs et de chair brûlée. L'héritage de cette galette est tout simplement colossal, même si les manuels d'histoire officielle du rock ont parfois l'impudeur de l'oublier pour encenser des formations bien plus propres sur elles. Sans ce disque dément, sans cette folie fondatrice de Jeffrey Lee Pierce, une immense partie du rock alternatif des années 1990 et 2000 n'aurait tout simplement pas la même gueule. C'est l'étincelle qui a allumé le bûcher sur lequel sont venus se cramer des dizaines de disciples fascinés par ce mélange de morgue punk et de dépouillement sudiste. The Gun Club a ouvert une brèche ténébreuse dans laquelle le rock a retrouvé son danger, sa crasse et sa violence rituelle. Fire Of Love est un album qui s'impose à vous comme une possession démoniaque, qui vous prend à la gorge à la première seconde et refuse de vous lâcher avant la dernière note agonisante. Jeffrey Lee Pierce s'est consumé trop vite, bouffé par ses propres démons jusqu'à son décès prématuré en 1996, mais il a laissé ici une œuvre définitive, immortelle, sauvage et terrifiante. Un disque parfait, indéboulonnable, terrifiant et vénéneux. Une baffe monumentale qui mérite son statut de chef-d'œuvre et son 5 sur 5.

5/10

Bueno

good, on a different day maybe woulda been 4 stars. I can see the Pixies comparisons.

For a minute I thought, it’s outrageous that these are white LA guys. But then I thought about the White Stripes, and like the Rolling Stones, and I decided it’s not THAT outrageous. Had its moments, and brand new to me. Gotta count for something

Very rough blues sound. Like the energy more than the vocals.

I wanted to like it.

Fairly decent punk

Kind of interesting but most songs didn't do much for me, and vocals can get kinda annoying, sounds like a rick and morty character, I mean, it's listenable and sometimes even enjoyable but I don't think I'd stand listening any album of them back to back, kind of similar to rick and morty I can see myself wanting to listen to it again or at least something similar, everything sounds integrated and it feels looser than normal punk which can be a nice change of pace Sex Beat ★★⯪✩✩ Preaching the Blues ★★⯪✩✩ Promise Me ★★★✩✩ She's Like Heroin to Me ★★✩✩✩ For the Love of Ivy ★★★⯪✩ Fire Spirit ★★⯪✩✩ Ghost on the Highway ★★⯪✩✩ Jack on Fire ★★⯪✩✩ Black Train ★★★✩✩ Cool Drink of Water ★★⯪✩✩ Goodbye Johnny ★★⯪✩✩

Pauleira, muito bom. 4/5

A bangery sound to the first song. The second blues one is less my style. 4 is a strong track. Hard hitting and smart. 5 is enthusiastic but not beautiful enough. 6 is more dynamic The bluesimess of 7 is done better that 2. 8 has something Beatlesy to it. Quit nice. I must admit this is my second listen to it. The first was actually nice but I couldn't really concentrate enough. Song 9 demonstrates the not so pleasant second listen. 10 aswell is wimsy and has a unique sound, but not necessarily my thing. Maybe the second time makes it less exiting and more repetitive. This track especially- too long... The closing track of the album is actually pretty nice. Some early psychedelic Pink Floyd, which is always welcomed. Overall, the second time with this one wasn't the easiest. I'll still put more emphasis on the music, even though I was listening to it waiting for an 8 hour delayed track... 2.2

5/10

Early 80s punk/alternative. It’s ok. Guy sounds a bit like Iggy Pop.

- Sex Beat - Ghost on the Highway

Solid

early punk. Not angry enough and a bit of a slog to get trouhg. Didn't vibe with the singer

Not my jam

2.5

My first listen to this band, thank you!

This is really fuckin cool. I love this vein of punky Americana and you can really trace this energy and sound through to the modern day. ML403

Pleasant surprise, this!

I really love that this project is getting me to look outside of streaming services. This was very good

The Gun Club – Fire of Love (1981) On Day 258, this was not it, unfortunately. It was certainly a new sound for me, and southern cowpunk wasn't something I was particularly ready for, but here we are. Ultimately, nothing stuck; the songwriting and delivery felt dull and uninspired from my perspective. The only real upside was that the record was mercifully short, which is enough to earn it a couple of marks. An underwhelming 2/5.

3.7 Pretty good early punk sound, but still upbeat and energetic enough to be engaging. sounds ahead of its time. Some of the stuff in the second half lost me and started getting a little monotonous.

Fun punk album, was surprised they were from LA I would have guessed they were British

Not really doing much for me, but I give it a bit more respect due to the fact that it’s heralded as one of the first rockabilly punk records.

Just another run of the mill punk album with some wild lyrics. Meh overall.

I really like these guys sound. Kind of an easy punk vibe that you can get into and jam with. I added "She's Like Heroin to Me" to my skate playlist.

Pretty sweet album, want to dive in more, especially after reading so much about this bands lead singer in Mark Lanegan’s autobiography. She’s like Heroin to me is a ripper but plenty of other solid songs

Pretty decent

Another disturbingly annoying record in this list. What do people find fascinating about it? This was hard to bear.

4/5

A combination of punk and rockabilly. It was okay.

Interesting... the album cover has the same color scheme and low-tech vibe as Teenage Fanclub's 'Bandwagonesque'... And here's another interesting parallel: I have absolutely zero interest in joining either one of these shitty clubs. Seriously - this sucked. Oho! And would you look at that! ANOTHER ass band with a connection to Nick Cave. The pattern here is undeniable.

But why? What the fuck?

Raw punk, good stuff.

This album was pitched as “punk and blues” so I was very prepared to hate it. Turns out it actually has a pretty decent sound! The blues really sound more like southern rock and the punk sound is mercifully mild.

Good grief. 1.0

Len Houmous once claimed to own a gun club. He didn’t. 4.4 4/11 She’s Like Heroin To me

I enjoyed vibing out to this one. Pretty funky and fun

The energy is intriguing, the vocals don't suck, the instruments utilize silence and dynamics and don't just punch you in the jaw over and over. I appreciate that the guitar tones/styles actually have some character and aren't just washed out repetitive fuzz hurrying to the end of the song. This might be my new favorite "punk" album. It's raw without being pretentious about it.

I could do without another one of these obscure post-punk bands. Maybe I should rephrase after getting into the album a little deeper...I could do without some of those other post-punk bands...this is better than a lot of them.

Voto 2/5. Coraggioso ma non nel mio genere

I like blues okay, I don’t really like rockabilly, and I hate punk. This mixture of the three, plus the whole “we’re really scary tough guys and not just a bunch of nerds dressed like early-2010’s online pick-up artists” makes this a hard no for me. I did enjoy this quote from the album’s Wikipedia page: “Several musicians have cited Fire of Love as an influence.[who?]“

Not a huge fan of post punk. I prefer the real deal. This wasn't terrible though. No songs really stuck out to me however.

I'm not much for punk music, but that was not a bad listen.

this is the debut album of rock band the gun club, a band that's said to be a true "psychobilly" rock band among music critics. blossoming in the los angeles punk scene, these guys came together through ordinary means, sharing their similar musical tastes and skills. it was a surprising success, quite a few music reviewers and aggregators found it a great release. it's really consistent edgy blues music, that's how i can describe this one. it's the kind of dark, murky music that would be fun for a halloween party or a generic (adults-only) party with low lights and alcoholic beverages. i listened to this while walking, and some of the tracks made me want to straighten up and move just a bit faster. a high point especially considering i tend to rate blues stuff a little lower most of the time...

It wasn’t bad. The Rockabilly mixed with punk rock was an interesting combination. If there was better vocals, I would give this album five stars.

# Album Name: Fire Of Love # Artist: The Gun Club # Rating: 4/5 # Comments: Good Listen! I enjoyed the album. Love the punk vibes. # Top Tunes: Sex beat / Preaching the blues / Shes like heroin / Fire spirit / Water blues / black train # Would I listen to it again? Yes

Not bad... Bases in the explanation I thought it would be way more intense and it wasn't, so I enjoyed it. The blues influence was definitely there and a good spin on punk.

Is this band racist or are they making a point against racism of some sort in their music and art? All I know is that I heard the N word at least twice, there’s a song about riding on a black train, and it’s a white band with black people as their album cover. I already don’t love the music but would probably throw it a 3 if this didn’t feel so problematic.

I thought it a dull, one-dimensional punk lite album with the occasional song that I REALLY hated ('Cool Drink of Water Blues)

Such a rocking album, from start to finish