Pissing off Scenesters Since 1995
Horribly Wrong
C’mon and Bleed With
Eradicator Records/Shit in Can Records
The Horribly Wrong is a band almost lost to the annals of obscure midwestern punk history. They were active for maybe three years (2002-05), played maybe 20 shows and barely strayed from their home base of Bloomington, IN. They put out a 7” EP and sold through two pressings (the first in three days, the second in five). Every time I would visit friends in Bloomington, I would just miss a Horribly Wrong show by a day, hearing how crazy and drunk and out of control both the band and the crowd were (mind you, this was a time when Plan-It-X Records ruled Bloomington’s scene with their posi-core folk-punk blah.) Then, in the summer of 2005, the Horribly Wrong called it quits. Band members moved on, guess we all do. I was fortunate enough to get one of the 70 or so CDR copies made of the album but I never thought it would get an official release.
For the longest time, I described C’mon and Bleed With to friends as “the best goddamn album you’ll never hear.” Eighteen tracks of lo-fi garage punk that, if recorded in 1994 instead of 2004, could easily have been on Crypt or Rip Off Records. Think the Misfits meets the Mummies. There’s barely a break between songs and the energy stays high throughout. Favorites, in no particular order: “Blood All Over My Body,” “Rogers Street,” “When I Say Evil” and “Attack of the Human Eating Robots.”
Bloomington-based Eradicator Records teamed up with French label Shit in Can Records to finally release C’mon and Bleed With. Don’t miss your chance this time, kids. It’s super limited – 500 copies on 180-gram vinyl (100 on blood red vinyl and 400 on black) – with beautiful silk-screened covers. For the technologically advanced, there is a digital download card included with the LP.
Totally agree. Man this is fucking sad that those of us that do have the album are just gonna sound like lunatics raving about a band no one will ever hear, see, or care about — I hate bein Mr. Obscure-great-band-no-ones-knows-of-but-me, but so be it.