With
McNeilly in to provide a little more human swing to the proceedings -- appropriate given
Denison's own
jazz-madness tendencies --
the Jesus Lizard fully launched themselves on an unsuspecting world with
Head. The brutal, bass-heavy slam of the music, testament to the uncredited engineering/producing abilities of
Steve Albini, gives the whole record a punch that most
indie rock didn't have at the time, looking ahead to where similarly minded groups like
Helmet (also produced by
Albini) would end up soon enough. The
McNeilly/
Sims rhythm dictates the songs, letting
Denison and
Yow both find their own way over the chugging brusqueness as they see fit.
Yow for the most part sounds like he's singing through a wall or through a huge amount of cotton gauze, making his lyrical tales of violence, twisted living, and the like one for lyric-sheet readers to work out, but the amped-up roars and leers evident in his vocals do a fine job on their own. Then again, the song titles aren't exactly ones to suggest flowers and roses, as
"My Own Urine," "Waxeater," and the perfectly creepy
"If You Had Lips" make rather clear.
Yow's
Birthday Party worship is now one more readily shared by the band with
McNeilly's presence, the fusion of dark
blues and
proto-punk rampage --
"My Own Urine," in fact, being a good example of just that -- let to run loose. The stentorian stomp of
"7 vs. 8" and the stabbing attack of
"Good Thing" in particular might as well be early
Cave on the vocals,
Yow in mad-preacher mode in excelsis. There's a definite weird playful touch all the band's own, though, whether it's in the sassy strut that starts
"If You Had Lips" or even, on the start of
"Pastoral," a bit of chiming guitar prettiness. ~ Ned Raggett