No, the Gaye Bykers On Acid are not the political band that their name implies. Rather they are the mixed up voice of a lost generation; our lost generation. We are all part of one hapless group of social outcasts or another, looking for the next thing to grab onto and cherish - or shun without further consideration. Gaye Bykers on Acid are the spokesmen (and woman) [There are no women in the band] of our huddled masses. Musically we love a rowdy noise culled from the spirit of rock'n'roll - whatever our won individual view of rock'n'roll may be. The Bykers give us that and more. That is what makes them a commercially accessible force, as abrasive as they may be. That's why they're all the rage of the college radio circuit nowadays. It's the noise and the madness that attract the fans and lowly critic types like myself. The Bykers exemplify the very junk culture that the Leisurely West sells us: pornography, Mad Max, drugs, television, and hair cuts.

The band's impact is far from a piss in the bucket, media darling's one shot hit. Agreed, the press has been all over them since they made their first appearance, but lots of songs from last year are still around. "Space Rape," from the Everythang's Groovy EP is one such wonder. It's a science fantasy and pop media attack on Reagan's Strategic Defense Initiative (Star Wars) as will as a humorous jab at Star Trek (perhaps the greatest object or worship or our generation).

The Byker's new album, Drill Your Own Hole is doing very well. In fact, you may now find it in your local suburban shopping mall. But don't wait for apocalypse to discover the truth; you can be well on your way if you invest in the Bykers, the best satire band since the New York Dolls. This band may not be as "fashionable" as Zodiac Mindwarp and possibly less "genius" that the Butthole Surfers, but that makes them a little more real. God save the Gaye Bykers On Acid.

by George Kledaras

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