V-3- No One Speaks My Language Here LP
Nudge Squidfish’s liner notes spell it out in perfect Squid fashion. This period of V-3 wasn't focusing exclusively on The J-Man. Please don't get me wrong Jim Shepard’s incendiary riffs and reptilian vocal dalliances swerve in and out of these recordslike a drunken Cubist painter taking revenge on post modern art, but this original line-up of V-3 had a secret-siren-weapon in fishnets and black leather named Roxanne Newman. Her Breathless New Wave vocals add not only another layer to thiscarnivorous band's sound, but there's no question that Jim and Roxanne were the Frankie & Albert of the late '80s musical menagerie in Columbus, Ohio. On these three new V-3 releases everything generates and is ultimately destroyed. From Rudy Crash 'n' Burn’s King Kong drumming to Squid's omnipresentbass lines engulfing you in their Baby Jane treachery and Bo Peep loneliness, the music holds you hostage on a Dog Day Afternoon in Hell. This is a band record. Roxanne and Squid wrote or co-wrote many of these songs taking us to other territories where fear bottoms out and hopelessness swallows you whole. You have no choice but to listen as V-3 drives you into a ditch and fucks you in your skullbank for good measure.