From Hollywood, California – the stooopidest band in the world … Love/Hate!
Ah well since I was looking at old stuff I got free with Kerrang! in ’89/90 I thought I’d look at this one too and make Mike even more jealous. Around Christmas 1990 Kerrang! gave away a live 7″ single (a proper one, not a flexi disc) from my fave new sleazy hard rockers Love/Hate. The Live E.P is a good object and had its own artwork devised by Skid and came with details of the UK tour* and a hyperbolic write-up by Neil Jeffries,
Outta Hell, California – somewhere not a million miles from Hollywood – came the venomous eight-legged scuttling beastie known as Love/Hate.
Recorded in The Empire Club, Cleveland, Ohio about a month before it was released Live E.P catches the band in all their ragged glory as the band belt through four tracks from Black Out In The Red Room, the title track, ‘Mary Jane’, ‘Fuel To Run’ and ‘She’s An Angel’.
Opener ‘Black Out In The Red Room’ is the most different from the studio version as it includes all the bits live recordings usually miss out, the Hendrix intro tape (‘Are You Experienced’), a bit of a false start, the intro that began this post and three of minutes of ferocious jamming from the whole band before the track starts – whammo!!
The other three tracks are far more like their studio counterparts, okay so a bit faster and more out-of-tune but structurally similar; I’m not a massive one for live EPs, LPs or CDs**. However, when the material is of this quality it’s still well worth hearing. I know I’ve said it before, being the tedious old bastard I am, but Love/Hate were a real quality rock band, much darker, sleazier and harder than most of their contemporaries, except maybe Sea Hags. They wrote deceptively simple sounding rockers, that when you listened to them carefully were a lot more complex and arty than they’d have liked you to have noticed. I think they were a great band who never got their just desserts, mind you their, umm, partying caught up with them good style in the recording of their second LP, the very honestly titled, Wasted In America.
So this little single is a good little time capsule, a souvenir of one sweaty, steamy night of rock from a band that really should have scored higher than they did, if you’re the sort of lame-o oddball anti-social dumbass misfit who doesn’t own a copy of Black Out In the Red Room, then please put that right immediately and you can be my friend again. Easy.
590 Down (in the gutter).
*Nowhere anywhere near 17 year-old me, sadly.