The Edge

No, this isn't a post dedicated to the guitarist formerly known as David Howell Evans.

It's been quite a while since I was a simpering teen in need of uplifting anthems to get me through the day because I couldn't get laid mostly due to being a simpering teen.

Instead it's another post of bands with the same name. UK v. US : the Edge.

UK: Macho Man (1978)

These guys are Edge (8) on Discogs meaning they weren't the first ones to come up with this clever moniker. It is a solid effort though. Probably more skinny tie than safety pins, this lot. I would certainly spend another fifty cents on other items in their back catalog, if not entire dollars.

 

US: Alternative Allston (1985)

These guys are Edge (11). The one sentence bio says that they originated in Cincinnati before moving East to Allston, MA (or Boston if you didn't want to explain it to anybody). The record is pretty Ok. I liked it better this time through than I remembered, so maybe it's a grower. I mostly really appreciate the sleeve. It's an ugly sleeve to be sure, but since those are my old stomping grounds on Harvard Ave between Comm Ave & Brighton and in 1985 when I was actually stomping them.

On the front there's Deli King: bad cafeteria food. In Your Ear records where many a meager paycheck went to die & Riley's Roast Beef. Open late for your bar close hunger and best not sampled sober. Back side has the Store 24 where I'd buy cigarettes and where after some long lysergic nights one could purchase orange juice. Then there's Bunratty's which was the local long haired Rock club that never had anybody I wanted to see play (which was too bad because I lived like three stumbling blocks away. And of course, the ever present Steve's Kitchen where I spent quite a few weekend mornings nursing a hangover and eating greasy gyro & eggs. Steve himself being a burly Greek man whose wife worked the counter and would sometimes sport a shiner. Good times. Bad coffee.

(Not pictured but on the same stretch of Harvard, Blanchard's Liquors (Grab a 40 on the way home) and Mr. Music where Bruce and I split the cost of a $100 cheap as shit short scale bass for home recording.)