This is an essential collection
08/11/1998
(5 out of 5 stars)
"I happen to think the Triffids are the best band ever! This CD contains "nineteen episodes from the adventures of the Triffids". It is hard to believe such intense music did not receive much comercial success outside of Scandinavia and the Triffids home country of Australia. If you are interested in guitar driven, moody, melodramatic rock with awesome vocals and a deep deep sound-- get this CD. Or at least get it as the finest sample of 80s Aussie rock. (compare to: Nick Cave, Black-Eyed Susans, Freedy Johnston, old REM, the Swans, maybe even the Smiths)"
A Sad loss to Australian music and intelligence
03/22/1999
(5 out of 5 stars)
"I write as a long term fan of the Triffids. From the day I read the book as a thirteen year old to when I went to see them play, at perhaps their first gig at the Prince of Wales in St Kilda, Melbourne (1983, 84), I felt that anyone with a name like the Triffids had to be good. The very small crowd in the back bar were treated to fine musicianship, lingering intelligence in the lyrics and a deep sensibility, that prolonged the comfort of witnessing their worth. I was moved then, am still am, by the poignancy, breadth and space of their sound.In those days, I tried to see them regularly when the Triffids were playing in Melbourne.David McCoomb, lead singer, recently deceased and very much missed, not as a personal friend, but as my response to the loss of musical talent, insight and clarity in our world going slowly mad... When visiting Melbourne in February this year (I live, study and work in Aotearoa New Zealand), I was actually quite remorseful to learn of his death a couple of days after I arrived home. While playing scrabble in a summer hot but shady Fairfield backyard, a close friend (and also a another long term fan) related a dream he had had, a week or so after David's death.David had come to tell him how he died. David McCoomb explained how he had this headache and went to bed, and funnily... "I didn't wake up..." he related to my friend, as the two held conversation in a sparsely furnished room somewhere out there...McCoomb had the sensibility to transport the audience with his lyrics and the collective effort of the Triffids then, will never be matched..."