7in - Waitresses - Clones b/w Slide (Orig. on Clone Records)
FUTURE RARITY ALERT! ORIGINAL 1977 PRESSING ON CLONE!
Anyone who has ever had to spin records for a crowd or lack thereof for 4 or more hours understands the inefficiency of bringing LPs to the party. Most non-compilation twelve-inchers involve a lot of extra weight for one or two useful bangers. One is lucky if half the singles one owns contain any real party hits. When a single contains more than one wicked cut you've struck gold and this little record is worth its weight to anybody looking to blow some drunk-ass minds. Everybody knows the Waitresses from their 1982 hit, I Know What Boys Like (previously known as Wait Here I'll Be Right Back... - track one side one from the first Bowling Balls From Hell comp LP). Some might assume that the Waitresses singer Patty Donahue was the brains behind the band. They'd be wrong. The leader of Tin Huey, Chris Butler was the man behind the curtain from the get-go. This 1977 single is all Chris Butler. Patty Donahue's idiosyncratic vocal is conspicuously absent from both of these tracks as are the presence of any other of the 80s-era Waitresses. Each side of this single shows a very different side of the Waitresses. Different from each other and extremely different from the sound the Waitresses became famous for. There's absolutely no Wasn't Tomorrow Wonderful?-type new wave pop here. Slide is a DJ-set ready repetitive boogie rocker aptly complete with some bitchin' slide guitar. It rocks but it's nowhere near as Devo-lutional as the fan-fucking-tastically weird A-side, Clones. The radio station hopping intro adds an extra layer of mystique to an already odd track that wouldn't sound out of place on Ralph's Subterranean Modern comp or the Subterranean Records label circa 1981 and this shit's from 1977, man. Way ahead of its time and really far out. Fans of the Normal early Devo and all things esoteric and enigmatic will certainly wish they'd gotten one of these when they were readily available once they ain't anymore. Pure unadulterated 1977 Akron goodness.