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| SpokeAll We Need Of Hell1994 Kung Fu Zombie/Allied 
 Review by: exhaustra See others by this writer spoke and other stuff (link) Only registered users can post comments 
 Published on October 24th 2001
SPOKE nearly killed me. In 1995, I was attending school in Gainesville, Florida. On a whim, I decided to pack up and visit my girlfriend, who lived in St. Augustine, for the weekend. It was a bright, cloudless afternoon as I sped through the trailer park wasteland that is Central Florida, glad that I had skipped my final class of the day. I had made the trip countless times in the past few years, so I traversed the roadways without thought. Instinctively, I knew that I was near the lovely little town of Palatka, as I had begun to literally feel the reek of the local paper mill seep into my car. I had just put SPOKE’s final CD “All We Need Of Hell” into my Discman and was playing some seriously frantic air-drums to my favorite song, Ruptured Seam. As I made the turn onto Nine Mile Swamp Road, hence named for going right through, you guessed it, a swamp that’s nine miles long, I fell asleep. Let’s recap, shall we? I’m a healthy, 20 year old young man, it’s four o’clock in the afternoon, I’m listening to really loud music, driving on roads I’ve driven hundreds of times. I’ve never passed out, I get more than six hours of sleep a night, and don’t drink. Confused? So was I when I awoke to realize that I was steering my car off the road and into the above mentioned swamp. I had the gas pedal floored as I careened into the vile bog, sending water in through every orifice of the vehicle, soaking everything, including me. Luckily, In my state of slumber, I steered off the right side of the road, out of the way of oncoming traffic and into a relatively tree-less patch of swamp. I was shaken, but fine. My car, however, was never the same. A couple of hours and a couple of hundred dollars later, my car was towed and I was in St. Augustine with my now frenzied girlfriend. We talked about the incident for hours, wondering what had happened, when it hit me. The song after Ruptured Seam is called Can’t Think, Can’t Sleep and ends with the lines “Say Goodnight/Kiss that line/Here comes the night/Let’s sleep now.” Spooky. I blame SPOKE for nothing. I actually got a better car out of the deal. I just don’t listen to this CD while driving. And neither should you. People who liked this also liked:           Please login or register to post comments. What are the benefits of having a Punknews.org account?
great story..but you need to tell the masses that even though All We Need of Hell is an incredible CD in pales in comparison to Spoke's 1st CD "Done" which compiles all their singles and comp tracks including the best song EVER to be made by ANY gainesville band..."Harsher Winds Fall". 5 stars for the story Gristlejaw, where are my damn records? I feel so used and abused. ha! i was just joking man. I often use the 'story style' myself. sometimes, it coveys the message better. great review.- fathead Tonight as I was driving home, I passed by an orange cone on the side of the road... The funny thing is... I was listening to Sunny Day Real Estate! Spooky! Germ, does KC know you have a girlfriend in St. Augustine? She's going to be wicked pissed... dude...you mean i didn't sufficiently express the full-on rock of this cd? my story got in the way? dude... dude, i hate it when people tell stories in their reviews. it sounds so stupid.- fathead Hmm, you really should've discussed how awesome this cd a little more than you talked about personal experience with it. It was an interesting story, but I'd prefer that more people get turned on to the awesomeness of Spoke than read your story. And speaking of Palatka, the band Palatka is fucking rock to the max. Tons of great bands in the GVHC scene. That link he provided is really great and informative. |
