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25 Years Of Local H
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| | AS GOOD AS DEAD. Our make or break record. We return to the Carriage House in Stamford, Connecticut to begin recording our second full length. Since we were so knocked out by Shudder To Think's Pony Express Record, we initially ask Ted Nicely to produce. But he writes us off as a novelty band because of High Fiving Mother Fucker, so we ask Steve Haigler if he's up for another go round. He is. To mix things up, we enlist Tom Lord-Alge to mix - he did a bang up job on that first Figdish record. For a record that contains it's share of filler, As Good As Dead hangs together remarkably well - but the fact remains, we barely had enough songs going into the studio and three songs were put together at the last minute. O.K. is pieced together from lyrics written in high school and a chugging rhythm stolen from Pavement's Here. Manifest Density Pt 1 was written after Scott woke up post-party on Joe's floor. The other side of the bookend, the Part 2 jam, was conceived as a cross between Kyuss and The Cure, and it's Density NOT Destiny. You Back To The Future fans know what we're talking about. Not that the record is short on tunes. High Fiving secured us the Stone Temple Pilots tour (it also supplied Weiland with Jimmy Was A Stimulator off his first solo record). Fritz's Corner is still one of our best songs and Bound For The Floor got us played until you wanted to puke. There's also our second stab at Scott-Rock with Eddie Vedder, featuring lyrics lifted from a discarded song called The Prince. If I was Eddie Vedder would you like me any better? Well, fuck you to the both of you and Prince can kiss my ass. Back In The Day was written after an afternoon sitting around reading Maximum Rock & Roll. Touring with C.O.C. and an awesome Joan Crawford movie spawned I Saw What You Did And I Know You Are. It's also a bit of a rewrite of both Wish and Chicago Fanphair. We even had the balls to go acoustic for No Problem, a tune that was inspired by Red Red Meat's Braindead. We put toothpaste on the strings to get that dead sound. We threw everything in the pot and didn't try to hide who we were. It's all there. Classic rock, grunge, pop, punk, metal, indie, balladeering, and even some shoe-gazery. Wrap that up with a loose concept about our hometown and you have the near perfect Local H album. Almost. |
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