Side A
Artist	Song
the geraldine fibbers	the french song
the geraldine fibbers	they suck
the geraldine fibbers	toybox
the geraldine fibbers	kiss of fire
the geraldine fibbers	butch
the geraldine fibbers	birthday boy
the geraldine fibbers	a song about walls
the geraldine fibbers	mary
the geraldine fibbers	trashman in furs
the geraldine fibbers	dragon lady
the geraldine fibbers	2 3 4 (live at the bottom of the hill, SF)
the geraldine fibbers	the smaller song (live on KCRW)
the geraldine fibbers	claudine
Side B
Artist	Song	Buy
the geraldine fibbers	lilybelle
the geraldine fibbers	hands on the wheel (live at the el rey, los angeles)
the geraldine fibbers	yoo doo rite
the geraldine fibbers	dusted
the geraldine fibbers	he stopped loving her today
the geraldine fibbers	house is falling
the geraldine fibbers	california tuffy
the geraldine fibbers	the small song
the geraldine fibbers	the grand tour (live at the foothill club, long beach)
the geraldine fibbers	the dwarf song
the geraldine fibbers	i killed the cuckoo
the geraldine fibbers	if drinkin' don't kill me (live at the el rey, los angeles)
the geraldine fibbers	get thee gone

Comment:

...shit, where to begin with the fibbers? i guess for a lot of people, a band comes along at some point in their lives that just says it all; offers up a perfect, concise summation of their inner life and thoughts...and the fibbers fit that bill for me quite well, thank you. apart from dishing out a hearty blend of southern gothic, speaker-meltingly intense beauty-n-doom, and devastatingly-powerful vox (carla bouzlich, greatest set of fuckin' pipes ever, fuck all ya others, damn it), they were local heroes, too. i used to follow carla around the grocery store half a block from my apartment, trying desperately to summon up the courage to say something, anything, but it never seemed to happen. i lived in complete awe, reverence and terror of this band. and much like my beloved X had years prior, they sounded so much like los angeles that i couldn't help falling madly in love with 'em. they were eventually done in by the machinations of a hit-hungry major label (specifically: virgin records, die die die) and died an extended, hideously depressing slow death before my very eyes. when people would ask me for one of those irritating 5-words-or-less descriptions of their sound, i'd offer up a mumbled "patsy cline fronting sonic youth", but that never really began to convey the beauty, power and glorious chaos encapsulated within these songs...i know this sounds so damn corny it makes you wanna puke, but this band moved me in ways that no one has even come close to since. rest in peace, kids...and thanks for the tunes.

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