Suicide's song from 1977 was one of those from their debut album that lasted since then in my memory. The song tells another story about poverty about a young father and factory worker who is not able to feed his family and he comes home, murders his wife and child to commit suicide. It is a story we Europeans heard many times in songs by black blues musicians and sometimes really great by new bands like Violent Femmes. I really like the output by Suicide and Alan Vega but in this song they transformed the inescapable end into a proto-punk inspired sound that hurts by every word and phrase Vega sung. For me a monument of song that prepared the ground for next generations.
Suicide - Frankie Teardrop
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