By Steve Weinstein
By Bryan Bierman
By Lindsey Rhoades
By Chaz Kangas
By Ben Westhoff and Sarah Purkrabek
By Jena Ardell
By Jesse Sendejas Jr.
By Katherine Turman
Where many limey contestants in the early-'90s My Bloody Valentine sweepstakes were trying to collapse under the weight of their pop sensibilities with junked-up surging guitars, these sessions (recorded 19921994) prove these chumps had no desire to control the sounds were blurting out off their sunny mushroom cloud. Tom Cullinan's beefy guitar wallop still manages to deteriorate the gray walls of everything surrounding it, and tracks like "Get The F**k Out Of My Face" and "Ooh La La" keep such a tight clench on early-'80s U.K. punk, you'd think this shit came out on the Riot City or No Future labels.
Nostalgia is a concoction I never want to taste, so I'm in total denial that it might be why I enjoy this disc so much. I mean, shit . . . the last thing I want to relive is smoking codeine and peeing my pants. Let's just say there's still room in my dark little heart for Th' Faith Healers, for the mere reason they merged the dissident noise I loved as a young punker with the pop hooks that we all long for in our deepest dreams, no matter how many C.O.C. records we ever owned.
Th' Faith Healers play Mercury Lounge March 29.