JONESES, THE: Tits and Champagne: LP

I was just talking to my girlfriend Mor about this: The Joneses were a good band, but hardly groundbreaking. I mean, if it were the mid ‘80s and they were playing the Whisky (the Whisky was still a decent venue in the ‘80s), I’d go; but it’s not like missing, say, The Gun Club or something—a band that—along with X to a lesser extent—really had something cerebral to say and innovative music to get across. And I think The Joneses might agree with me. I’ll explain: The Joneses were a trashy band, hopped up on booze and heroin—L.A.’s answer to The Heartbreakers. They fucked a lot of women, had a good time, played their Les Pauls down around their ankles, and then broke up. I think some of them might be in jail right now—at least that’s what I’ve heard. This record, which came out in 1989, must have been something of a godsend to rock fans, considering nothing was happening in ‘89. And, yeah, it’s still a nice piece of vinyl, by a bunch of guys who could have been Johnny Thunders stunt doubles. The only problem I have with The Joneses is that the lifestyle they exuded—the Peter Laughner, Lou Reed, Jeffrey Lee Pierce, Johnny Thunders bit—is currently killing some of my friends who buy that shit hook, line, and sinker. Bummer.

 –ryan (Full Breach Kicks)