By the turn of the 1990s, New York City
hardcore's flimsy juggling of
punk and
metal influences had taken an unquestionable turn toward the
metal, and few bands embraced this development with as little post-punker's guilt as
Sheer Terror. 1992's
Thanks fer Nuthin' is a prime example, taking liberal license with every
heavy metal trick that suits it (staccato picking, slow-as-molasses power chords, double kick drums) and going so far as to cover
Jethro Tull's
"Hymn 43"! With their more straightforward arrangements, the ultra-confrontational
"I, Spoiler" and the amusingly first-person-pooch narrative
"Bulldog" tread more identifiably
hardcore terrain. But even certifiable
punk rock bursts like
"Time Don't Heal a Thing" come off heavy as f*ck behind
Mike Neuman's brick wall of guitars, and
"Don't Hate Me Cause I'm Beautiful" and
"Close My Eyes" feature some highly unusual harmonies and almost
alt-rock dynamics. In fact, on the latter, even obdurate frontman
Paul Bearer forgoes his characteristic, grumpy landlord's growl long enough to take a few stabs at melodic singing; but no particular style carries nearly as much weight in the end as his actual lyrics. Finding endless ways to disown (
"Three Year Bitch"), deride (
"Lulu Roman"), or outright destroy (
"Yesterday's Sweetheart") the women he portrays, his reliable abusiveness and colorful choice of vocabulary rarely fail to entertain -- even when it's simply for shock value. As for
Thanks fer Nuthin' as a whole -- sure it was entertaining, but not enough to convert too many new fans from outside the ever shrinking
hardcore set to
Sheer Terror's cause. ~ Eduardo Rivadavia