The first proper release from Stark Naked and the Fleshtones is 30 years late but 100% snarling, irreverent punk rock 'n' roll.
Stark Naked and the Fleshtones were Toronto-punk heavy hitters way back when, tearing up the local club scene in the early ‘80s before calling it a day in ’85. So why should you care about a band that broke up while you were still in utero, you ask? Because their new self-titled album (out on Soul Surfer) is way more likely to turn your get-together into a rager than that miserable Green Day CD of yours.
As Stark Naked and the Fleshtones have had nothing but live bootlegs and videos to their name until now, this record marks the band’s first proper release. It contains eight songs of snappy, snotty punk bangers (recorded live and in the studio) brimming with dumb, fun hooks. Tunes like “I Wanna Marry Your Mother” and “Bop Til I Drop” are shit-kicking rockabilly hoedowns, while “I Was A Teenage Stockbroker” (streaming right) is a surf ‘n’ destroy anthem for the young and disaffected. As the song titles suggest, you won’t find any dissertations on nuclear disarmament in Stark Naked’s lyrics; these tunes aim for the gut, not the grey matter.
Vocalist Stark Naked and guitarist Eugene Ripper are the only original members in this incarnation of the band, but they still give’r like it’s ’82 at El Mocambo. Watch out for a full-length of new material in 2012 from these grizzled vets; there may be snow on the roof, but there’s still fire in the furnace.