Always read the fine print, kids. I got excited for this Porno for Pyros picture disc and was so clouded that I didn’t realize this 12″ was for the Pets single, and in fact NOT the full-length debut album with the same cover. Pets is great and all, and ok, sure, I already own two versions of the full length, but I’m just a little pissed at myself for not digging a little deeper. You live, and with luck, you learn.
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Quarter of a Century…
If my (faded) memory serves me right, and it very well (likely) may not, I didn’t get around to Porno for Pyros’ debut album until after diving head-first into their sophomore masterpiece, Good God’s Urge. Porno for Pyros (the album, not the band) is much more primal and resentful than their second album, so its absorption, in comparison to the more intimate and ethereal GGU, took a bit more time. I will say, that this album certainly does hold up (some 25 years later, or quarter of a century, if you REALLY want to feel old), and in any form, is quite deserving of a lifelong place in any collection.
We’ll Make Great Pets
So, as it turns out, we’ll make great pets are the lyrics to Porno for Pyros’ 1993 single Pets. I won’t bother you with what my 13-year-old self THOUGHT Perry Ferrell was uttering in this whimsical comment on a suffocating society, but I will say it was borderline vulgar. Anyway, if you haven’t in a while, give Pets a quick spin. It holds up.
Good Groove’s Urge
It’s been a long time coming, 20 years to be exact, and I can honestly say, without a hint of bias or kickback on commission, that Porno for Pyros’ Good God’s Urge is one of the top 5 albums from the 1990s. It’s perfect from start to finish, and still sounds brand-spanking-new to this day. Perry Farrell is a genius.
1993: Porno For Pyros
By the time Porno for Pyros hit the streets in 1993, the world was still mourning the loss of Jane’s Addiction. Frontman, Perry Ferrell, assured the masses that his brash-brand of sleazy-slut-rock would continue on unabated, but would henceforth inherit a new title, Porno for Pyros.
Trying to figure out the meaning behind the title, Porno for Pyros, is like trying to tie your shoes with oven mitts on your hands. You can see the end result in your head, but damned if it’s not impossible to get to. People attribute too much meaning to things anyway, so I’m going to skip the meaningless meaning behind PfP, and continue on with my daily ramblings.
The music, not unlike a cloud of sadness, is loud, funky, rhythmically driven, and unmistakably awesome! There is a certain amount of solace that can be found in sadness, and it’s evident that Perry and crew tapped into that power for Porno for Pyros, because quiet frankly, it’s a pretty bleak album. Like a warm pair of socks on a cold, dreary day, or a calming breeze during those hot August nights, Porno for Pyros can abate your less-than-optimal mood, whenever it rears its ugly, yet familiar noggin.
A beautiful tie-dyed vinyl version was released just this past Saturday for Record Store Day. Limited to 1000 copies, this gorgeous record is going for up to $100 over at Discogs, so I hope you were able to brave the goofballs in line for a copy, because, it really is quite something.
The Prudent Groove 