|Eternally Yours > Customer Review #1:
So, uh, if you thought the first Saints album was cool, then check your pacemaker at the door before you put this one on the stereo. Ace bunny killer. An absolute classic of relentless and unceasingly catchy guitar rock. While the lyrics are comparatively highbrow, Chris Baileys vocals are practically feral -- combined with Ed Kueppers crushingly powerful guitars and a set of LOUD, LOUD speakers, and youve got a record to reckon with. At this point Bailey and Kuepper seem telepathically entwined; when they later had an inevitable falling out over artistic differences (or whatever...), the band went soft and postpunk, and while that stuff aint bad, this record is amazing. One of the few seminal punk albums that still holds up when youre all grown up.
Eternally Yours > Customer Review #2:
Dont ignore this one!
It took me a while but this a great album, it is loud,funny, it is just great. Always been hard to get and therefore grown into a frustration for a while. Dont tell me something I dont already know!!
Eternally Yours > Customer Review #3:
Blitzkrieg Rawk For Capitalisms Prisoners
Being Australian in the rocknroll circus entails that, save a few notable exceptions, you dont get credit for your music anywhere in the world, your homeland included. This means that if you happen to be a band that, in its original incarnation, put out three records that are absolute diamonds in the rough, you get summarily ignored by the musical apparatchiks and, over the years, only a few hardcore enthusiasts of great garage and punk get to sample the uncut pleasures you provided with the zeal of pursuers of the most illicit of substances.
The Saints are such an unheralded band. And Eternally Yours is one of those rare gems that only exceptional outfits are able to produce. What makes this album a classic is not that it was recorded almost 25 years ago, but that it sounds now as fresh as it undoubtedly did back then. It is, like the great records put forth by the Stones, the Real Kids, or the Ramones, timeless in essence. It wasnt created in response to rapidly changing trends instigated by corrupt multinationals, but out of the love for a style of music that could, can, or will never be eradicated: Rock and Roll. It was the product of the intelligent and sincere assimilation of whatever records Ed Kuepper and Chris Bailey happened to enjoy as music fans, not of mindless, inept, and/or interested aping at whatever sold the previous season.
Eternally Yours brings about a more developed songwriting approach, and a fuller, richer sound, than the preceding and definitive (Im) Stranded, but without losing its spontaneity and raw energy. This is rawk in its purest form. Buzzsaw guitars, courtesy of the great Ed Kuepper, hover and zigzag over the galloping rhythms generated by Ivor Hay and Alasdair Ward, while Chris Bailey intones in his deadpan drawl insightful tales of horror and/or disaffection in the Western World. There are three magnificent slow numbers in this record, and a molten horn section fuels a few other tracks. The closest bands in sound I can think of are the Ramones and the Buzzcocks, but the Saints were even greater and in a league of their own. They were smart guys and knew how to play. Even though they never took themselves too seriously, they never made a joke of their music. The Saints were destined for greatness and somehow, perhaps fittingly, fame, although not success, eluded them by a hairs breadth. They were 100% triumphant in their efforts.
The Saints formed around the same time the Ramones did. They fashioned music as exciting, and a hell of a lot more varied than the boys from Brooklyn ever blitzkrieged. They inadvertently transformed the face of modern music. And yet, they are virtually unknown. Like other seminal acts such as the Scientists, These Immortal Souls, the Stems, or Loop, the only Saints worthy of their salt followed their own counsel exclusively and disappeared, leaving behind a trail of obscure masterpieces. Precious few tears were shed in their wake. Now you have the extraordinary opportunity to partake of these amazing songs by one of the greatest groups of all time in all their jagged, incandescent splendor. And no, you wont have to kneel in front of an idol or light a few candles to be in direct contact with heaven.