Best Unknown Rock Bands - Galloping Coroners / VHK (HQ sound)

"Definitively the best from the East." "They are a dream. Listen it extreme loud. Get lost in it. Not come back anymore." "You forget about your name, your background, your sex and, for sure, your ratio. What still counts, is the primal instinct. Here you can gratify it. Psychotherapy from vinyl. A band outer to everyday norms and conformity. A masterwork!” .............................................................................................................. "This band is equal in spirit and grit to faves like SONIC YOUTH or BIG BLACK but with an identity all its own.” Maximum Rock’N Roll (USA), July 1991, #98 Forced Exposure, # 16, 1990 American fanzine: “Had this LP come in ‘73 in a tiny enough press run, it’d be one of the most legendary “lost” record of that decade”. New York Times, February 28, 1990 “the Coroner’s music is basic and elemental and filled with obsessive, galvanizing passion.” Maximum Rock’N Roll (USA), July 1991, #98 “this band is equal in spirit and grit to faves like SONIC YOUTH or BIG BLACK but with an identity all its own.” NMI & Messitsch, a German fanzine, July/August 1991 “In all moderation: this is the best record of last week, month, year, ...”. The Melody Maker (U. K.), September 26, 1992 és October 10, 1992 “As the singer spins around inside the band’s mesmeric voodoo howl like whirling dervish the effect is almost hypnotising. Incredible. Watching them play in Cologne, I was fascinated, not just by the band’s performance (which was amazing) but by the frenzied reaction of the crowd. Seeing VHK, I realised just what a dangerous proposition rock’n’roll can be.” NMI Messitsch (Germany), 08/92 “The VHK is definitively the best from the East. The Coroners are a musical excess, a 50 minutes trance. They are insane drums, overscrewn guitars, screaming Shamans. They are a dream. Listen it extreme loud. Get lost in it. Not come back anymore.” Various Artists, a German fanzine: “This is a shamanistic ethno-punk. But it is more than music. It is a trip into the fourth dimension. Close your eyes, feel the Universe and you will find yourself in the infinite layer of passion again. You forget about your name, your background, your sex and, for sure, your ratio. What still counts, is the primal instinct. Here you can gratify it. Psychotherapy from vinyl. A band outer to everyday norms and conformity. A masterwork!” Bananafish, San Franciscan fanzine, 1995, No. 10 “ Each time I hear a new VHK record I relive this atavistic reverie - it’s like reentering the womb. VHK are so improbable, so wonderful and yet so seemingly necessary (were they not to exist they would have to be invented), that they function for me like my favourite fairy tales used to when I was a kid. When I first discovered their 1988 LP Teach Death a Lesson, I was bowled over by its combination of monastic psychedelia, rock’n’roll codpiece swagger and sheer alien abduction logical completeness, this wondering is with me yet. VHK sound like t