Brand new unplayed copies. Vinyl LP, CD or Cassette. Track listing: Feelings Real / Parachute / Cheezy Rider / Workhorse / Go Out Be Happy / Out Freakage / Atmospheric Pressure / Beans / F**k Me U.S.A. / Beans / Road * / Petra Info: Out Freakage Debut Album By Drive, Produced By Frankie Stubbs All Songs by DRIVE except * By Nick Drake. First 500 LP's came with a free 7" (see Minutemen/Decendents 7" (FST 020F7) Reviews: Kerrang! KKKK 28th March 1992 ROCK 'N' ROLL quotes, part three, from Drive's Iain Roche "I know a lot of miserable bastards and they're a pain in the arse. They should shut the f**k up and get a life". Drive are from Liverpool, so Iain should know. Whoever said that every Scouser was a smartarse has obviously talking to Drive's guitar godlet. Drive? Now there's a cool syllable. Reared on Husker Du and (Probably) the Ramones, produced by Leatherface's Frankie Stubbs and unfortunately aligned with several thousand hopefuls currently camped out on Camden High Street, Drive drill three-minute holes of pretty immaculate fuzz. They name check Ozzy Osbourne, Ted Nugent, 'the fascist who won't let me park my van on Gateacre Rise' and 'The F**king Bastard North Wales Police Force' in a list of credits that verges on the encyclopaedic. They write songs with titles that would look great on T shirts ('No Girls', 'Go Out- Be Happy' and particularly 'F**k Me USA'), and the rest is a blur of heavily melodic distortion. Like Leatherface, Drive aren't poncing around. Once criticized for simply making a racket, 'Out Freakage' manages to combine fun, frenzy and harmony. If they came from 'Over There', Drive would be marrying the royal family by now. As it is They're just another transit on the M1. Stubbs himself appears on Drive's rather sensibly-titles 'F**k Me USA'. Reputedly the highlight of any Drive gig (and there have been hundreds) isn't an effective bullet-in-the-foot approach to international domination. A chorus of "'F**k you ,'F**k Me','F**k the USA'" isn't going to earn them the keys to Fort Lauderdale but, hey, Drive care. Great song. The rest- save 'Atmospheric Pressure's acoustic refrain - is similar; a heads down blast of unmitigated urgency. For some reason Iain Roche has sacked all the chaps on this debut album's completion. Never mind. Go see the new line-up somewhere right now. Get up, kids and make some noise. (Chris Watts) NME 28th March 1992 IT STARTS with a smattering of Laurel & Hardy, and closes with a brief but none the less raucous peal of laughter. Say what you like about Tranzophobic instincts, Scouse rabble-rousers Drive are out for a blinking good time. In an ideal world, after all the toil and checking the oil level, Drive should have a million track studio to fart about in. With a van-shaped swimming pool and veggie burgers to go. Alas, as most of us are all too aware, life is not a bowl of cherries that the god lord reckoned on. But do they care? Hell no! "Don't talk to me about feeling down/Misery needs company and I won't hang around" they sneer in the irrepressible 'Go Out-Be Happy', squeezing into the gap 'twixt Buffalo Tom and Mega City Four. 'F**K Me USA' is similarly cheerful, a marvellously subtle diatribe against something or other and 'Cheesy Rider', incorporates farting noises into it's trashy frame, as if the title wasn't enough. If this suggests that Drive are pub rock punksters unextraordinare, then you're missing out the gutsy 'Felling Real', the screamy hooklines of 'Workhorse' and the spiky 'Beans', which bowls along like on of those big white balloons in The Prisoner. Not forgetting the closing 'Petra', which pretends to be a spunky massacre of the Liver Birds theme tune. At the end of the journey, like Midway Still and Jacobs Mouse, This is a small but sweaty victory. Put your bloody foot down. (7) (Simon Williams) College Music Journal 1992 The debut album from this Northern trio, 'Out Freakage' pummels with the same runaway emoting and pop-metallic riveting as Husker Du circa New Day Rising-a joyously exhausting experience. The vocals (Uncredited) are parched, frayed, and halfway toward Kurt Cobain's grit-gargled plagency; the guitars and drums are welded close together; the production rings bright with super-reverb-out flangeage! -but packs the sound mercilessly. Out of the density, Melodies strain like wild horses, with a punk-pop fundamental closer to Bob Mould's more unruly melodious ness then Grant Hart's Merseybeat-ism, although 'F**k Me USA' id UK-anthemic. Their attention to the song can be seen by a cover of Nick Drake's 'Road," a desperate little melody that Drive squeezes seven shades of fractiousness out of. Out Freakage is a misleading title; by the printed to its best song, "Workhorse" Drive is wrapped in earthbound relationships, in disaffected dispossession and not the escapist notion of action-painting guitars. [Yo! The ECHO!] LIVERPOOL ECHO 1992 Drive's new album, Out Freakage is out now on First Strike Records. After three singles and lots of touring this the Birkenhead band's debut LP and includes the last single, Go Out Be Happy along with 10 new tracks. · The songs are classic punk-pop with bags of energy and melody and lots of cheerful, tuneful aggression. · There's a bit of film soundtrack, a bit of a sound effect and a bit of acoustic guitar but most of it is straightforward gruff-voiced guitar attack-stirring stuff. There is some local colour in the last track 'Petra' which gives Birkenhead a not altogether complimentary name check and among lots of thank you's on the sleeve, the first on the massive list on the sleeve, the first on the massive list-in reference to Planet X's status as the band's home from home-is 'The Planet'. Note for the Drive obsessive: Outfreakage was recorded on the verge of the demise of Drive, Jeff left the band and moved to Australia (breifly replaced by Carl Pollard), and Dan was replaced on bass by Jason. Despite these circumstances 'Outfreakage' still managed to receive good press and managed to chart at (7) in the Independent charts. This is the last recording that Drive ever recorded, so Go Out Buy It! Own one of the finest 'Influential' British Melodic Hardcore Records Of The 1990's:The Songs Shine Through The Shite. "WWWAAAAHHHHEEEY"!
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