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The Jesus Lizard

Flux (First Time On Vinyl!|RSD25)

Record Store Day 2025 - 12" with Etched B-Side - £26.99 | Buy
3-song EP on etched 12" black vinyl with printed inner and jacket with artwork by Malcolm Bucknall.
The Jesus Lizard

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The Lizard made a surprise return after 25 years in the wild - Thankfully, they’ve lost none of the rage, the energy, psychopathic wit, or gymnastic music...
Goat (Remaster / Reissue) (2023 reissue)

The Jesus Lizard

Goat (Remaster / Reissue) (2023 reissue)

Touch and Go Records
  • LP

    Released: 5th May 2023

    £29.99
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The Jesus Lizard's second album followed in the vein of the first with little immediate variation: loud, excellently produced by Steve Albini, plenty of space in the recording to emphasize the sheer force of McNeilly's drums and Sims' bass, and more besides.

The little-remarked-upon ability of the rhythm section to kick out some ass-shaking jams spikes up such great numbers as "Nub," which almost predicts Rocket From the Crypt down to the gang-shout vocals, and the slower but no-less-compelling grind of "Rodeo in Joliet" (also one of the band's most inspired titles). Denison's guitar playing seemed a touch more focused at points here, the results almost suggesting such post-punk groove monsters as Gang of Four and even the Pop Group. There's a more evident melodic lead role for his work as well, as the just plain great riff that fires up "Mouth Breather" and his near-countryish twang on "Karpis" makes perfectly clear. Yow, meanwhile, steps ever more into his own persona, his lyrics now downright comprehensible and his singing levels a touch less doom- (and bass) heavy, if no less aggrieved. The staggered vocal overdubs on "Monkey Trick" are a standout, especially when Denison suddenly serves up another one of his surprisingly sweet passages as a bed. Other treats on the album include the opening "Here Comes Dudley" -- in context one of the more non-welcoming greetings around -- and the Morricone-tinged freakout of "Lady Shoes," assuming Morricone scored movies about doctors dealing with some freaky female patients. The whole album seems like a party in hell, not to mention demonstrative proof that there's still plenty of fun to be had with a basic rock lineup; it's all in the matter of how it's handled.