I’ve never been a big fan of the Swamp Rats. Of course, “Louie Louie” and “Psycho” are wild covers, maybe even frenzier than the already wild classic originals... but they’re just covers. I prefer The Fantastic Dee Jays (the nucleus of what would become The Swamp Rats, ignorants), whose bitter originals are worshiped here in my domain, being the moody landlord of desolation that I am.
And one day I found this incredibly violent gem of ‘em (The Swamp Rats), “Hey freak”, WRITTEN BY THEMSELVES and 10 times more electrifying than any cover they did, because they add a killer groove and a real badass despair that makes it similar to the wonderful “It’s a hard life” by Michigan geniuses the Why Four, pushing it even further in the dirt. That’s real grunge mates.
So I went out of my room filled with renaissance masters paintings and flew southwards, until I came up to the garbage room where I was certain there was better things to find than the perfect place for a mudhoney revival. And I did well : I went back to my victorian chambers with new crumbs of treasure : The Huns’ “Destination lonely” (later poorly covered by Cheater Slicks) and The Vipers’ “In vain”, mid-sixties crudeness at its peak, love and wildness, fear of boredom and loneliness, life. Yeah.
And here is the magnificent St Matthew and the angel by Il Caravaggio, that humanity lost forever during WW2 :
The Swamp rats - Hey Freak
Huns - Destination lonely
The Vipers - In vain