Thunder Hips And Saddle Bags - Premium Equestrian Riding Gear for Western & English Style | Perfect for Horseback Riding, Training & Show Competitions
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Product Description Human Skab was a 10-year old singer from Elma, Washington. Thunder Hips and Saddle Bags is a 1986 cassette recorded by Skab, neighborhood pals, and siblings. It was injected into the underground network of tape traders, zine scribes, college DJs, and freak seekers, who were universally bowled over by its bewildering and utterly poignant snapshot of the mid-1980s. Skab's music--a battery including empty buckets, a garden rake, a $10 Martin guitar with three strings, a poorly-tuned upright piano, broken bottles, and a "Snake Mountain" microphone--is a response to He-Man cartoons, Twisted Sister, Ronald Reagan, the coolness of dinosaurs, the uncoolness of John Wayne, and commie-phobia. Review "IF CAPTAIN BEEFHEART WERE TEN YEARS OLD, THIS IS WHAT HE'D PROBABLY SOUND LIKE." -- Spin, 1987"Well, there's this 10-year old singer from Elma, Washington. He's really cool. His mom calls him Travis but his real name is Human Skab. Picture this: the Skab zips around the living room shooting toy guns. He hits the family piano with his fists. He tries real hard to play guitar. He makes up songs about terrorism and radiation and throwing rocks at windows. Cool!" -- Bruce Pavitt, Sub Pop Zine, 1986
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...wow...this is one of those great, preconception-shattering projects. Genuinely provocative and cause for serious consideration and contemplation, but also pure fun and entertaining the whole way. In 1986, the Human Skab was a ten-year old kid named Travis. His cousin Frank(y) would ride the bus down from free-form-freak-fortress Evergreen State College every now and then and record Travis, who would make up song titles while at school and then realize those titles with a motley gang of collaborators (mostly family members) and whatever instruments were handy: buckets, spoons, a three-string guitar, a battered upright piano, an accordion, fists on tables, etc.I'm not sure if this record is special because it documents THIS child, or because it just documents the chaos and creativity of childhood in general. Who didn't run around, beat on things and make up little songs? How many of those songs today -- like those of the Human Skab -- would seem eerily prescient and hilarious in equal measure?The original "Thunder Hips and Saddle Bags" cassette, a compilation culled from dozens of hours of recordings by Frank(y), was an underground sensation back in the day, and it still captivates. The epic "Mining the Radiation" goes from almost celebratory to dang spooky, with silence cut but Travis's fractured narrative, what sounds like a clicky-clacky party favor, and solemn piano notes.I wish I could say what this thing sounds like: it as that '80s cassette-recorded vibe that we're all familiar with from Daniel Johnston's classic recordings, but but the spirit is altogether different. Aggressive, unrelenting, scary, wondrous, bold, and scared simultaneously -- kinda like growing up, right?
