I bet it was Goran Lind from Swedens SOD who sold me this. He was all over these obscure South American, South African, Mongolian or whatever god forsaken part of the underdeveloped world they came from. Gorans taste was usually a mixed bag to me. Mostly he always liked the worst shit on earth according to my musical standards. But that of course made him more punk then me.
The weaker the songs, recordings and packaging it was the shit for Goran. At least that’s how I thought about his punk selection.
Some pearls shone through. Olho Seco and their world wide punk hit Nada. Here Goran and I connected. He with his “anti-mohican”(shaved in the middle and curly died hair on the sides), turkish flag on the back and me with spikes or long curly hair with Damned or Discharge painted on the back of my leather jacket could pogo along and sing Nada nada nada hand in hand waiting for peace, love and anarchy to finally arrive.
Label: Punk Rock Discos
Botas, Fuzis, Capacetes.mp3