DESCRIPTION:
The debut album from America's infamous GG Allin, and his first band The Jabbers.

The first three tracks were recorded in 1978 but released as a 7" single in 1979, and are then placed at the beginning of this album released in 1980.

Lurking somewhere in-between Darby Crash, Wayne County, Johnny Thunders and Stiv Bators; GG Allin sings (and on some tracks plays drums under Kevin - GG's real name) with this snotty 'fuck you' band, The Jabbers.

GG Allin's brother on the bass guitar, going along for the ride.

Some of the tracks on this album might be described as power pop punk; others straight up punk thrash (specifically the first three tracks). Music aside of course, we all hear the lyrics. Written by a then unknown kid with no track record, who the public in the late 1970's or early 1980's, might, just might, have been forgiving of the overtly sexist and violent lyrics on this album, sitting somewhere in-between the comedy lyrics of Jane County or The Ramones.

By the time that GG Allin and his Scum-Fucks were active towards the middle of the 1980's, it was soon noticed that not only did GG Allin mean what he had written, but he also acted the character out on the stage and in public. Audience members were subjected to broken glass smashed on them, extreme hair pulling, punches, kicks, bites, human waste ejected and thrown at the crowd.
GG Allin took as much as he gave out, with a well placed boot from an audience member or two who's patience had been stretched far enough with this horror show, who decided to take some direct action. Show over.

Sadly that was the reaction GG Allin welcomed and thrived on, undiluted nihilistic masochism.

The text below credited to both writers and websites.

GG Allin was a hated man, and that’s the way GG Allin loved it.

His exploits throughout the 1980's and 1990's up to his death in 1993 of a heroin overdose, are as well-documented as they are notorious.

Bodily fluids, bodily solids, onstage violence, and undiluted nihilism mixed to form the foul fuel Allin ran on, and he basked in the revulsion he evoked. But he wasn’t always that was, at least not quite.

In 1979, the young front-man had yet to establish his infamy; back then he was just another kid in a punk band.

That band, GG Allin & The Jabbers, released its debut single in 1979. The record’s main track, 'Bored To Death,' is a classic slice of late 1970's punk.

It owes plenty to The Dead Boys’ raucous, streetwise, rock’n’roll sneer, right down to Allin’s snarled, Stiv Bators-like pronunciation of "human race" which is straight out of The Dead Boys’ 'Sonic Reducer.' And like 'Sonic Reducer,' 'Bored To Death' is a hateful screed against, well, everything.

Lo-Fi, sloppy, and vicious, it’s also catchy as fuck, much like the many S.T.D's Allin would pick up (and gleefully sing about) later in life.

Many have tried to peg Allin as some kind of transgressive performance artist, and perhaps he was. But he was also a reprehensible redneck asshole.

But long before he became a figurehead for the death-fixated and a symbol of sheer, shit-slathered hatred, he managed to pump out a handful of actual tunes, 'Bored To Death' foremost among them, that showed a hint of what Allin might have become: an actual songwriter instead of a filthy joke.

Jason Heller - A.V Club website.

G.G. Allin's debut album is a raging, disturbingly sincere testament to misogyny; he puts on a virtual clinic demonstrating the word's definition.

Allin views women as mindless instruments of gratification with irritating desires like interaction. His gender politics are discussed on nearly every track, which makes the mediocre girl group-style backing vocals on "Cheri Love Affair" seem all the more out of place.

Allin is backed by a competent band playing Stooges-style riffs, and he himself is sometimes tuneful; this is enough to make the songs some of his best musical material.

Amazingly enough, the violent hatred, sexual and psychological degradation, and staggering stupidity only hint at the heights (or depths) Allin would reach later in the decade.

Steve Huey - All Music website.