Let's get one thing settled first: I bought this record a while ago just because of the band name. I was interested, but I don't know why. I was setting my ears up for failure and undoubtedly put a costly dent into my solid record collection.
Bar-B-Q-Killers, a band from Athens, Ga., released Comely in 1987 on Twilight Records. It was the only album they made, but why? They shouldn't have put this out because it's just not good. These 11 songs sound like Southern-fried shit.
David Judd (bass), Arthur Johnson (drums), Claire Horne (guitar), and Laura Carter (vocals, guitar) are trying way too hard. These songs sound forced and its a mess of a record. Carter sounds like she's about to lose her voice during every song, and since the band never put out another album, she probably did.
However, you must love the song titles: "Weird Shit," Dookie Tingue," "Jose O. Dingleberry," and "Her Shit on his Dick," which finally ends the racket. Even though Comely is distasteful, some songs can be tolerated. "Jose O. Dingleberry" starts the second side with a scuzzy hook, and "Fistula" drives a noisy path into, well no where.
I could throw this record away, but Bar-B-Q-Killers have one hell of a band name and an even worse attitude. I'll keep it for color.