LIVE SIX -- The Holy Terrors -- 25th Anniversary Reissue

by The Holy Terrors

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James Wurster This the real deal. As good as any punk that came out of NYC or LA in the late 80s & early 90s. If you haven't heard this legendary Florida group, now's your time. Favorite track: CIGARETTELLO.
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    The majority of the proceeds will be donated to the Dan Hosker Music Continuum, a scholarship set up in Dan's memory for students with a passion for music. It is awarded annually at Bishop Fenwick in Peabody, MA, where he attended high school.

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Sometime in the middle of 1991, when I was living on South Beach, I stumbled into the Cactus Cantina, lovingly known to the inebriated as the "Cactina," with a fetching young woman who claimed that she had lived in a tree in Big Sur, California for the past year (I really didn't care if it was true).

We did a completely unnecessary shot of this outrageously spicy and strong tequila and listened to Nirvana's "Nevermind" on the jukebox.

Then something amazing happened. It kind of sounded like a cross between an airplane taking off and locomotive chugging at full speed.

The Holy Terrors had just started playing their set in the next room, and it felt like the Cactina was going to detonate and explode, hurling chunks of concrete and glass all across South Beach.

Up until that point, I had only heard about the Terrors via Greg Baker's weekly "Program Notes" column in the New Times (we didn't need to call it Miami New Times back then).

I might have heard their classic single, "Cigarettello" on WVUM once or twice and thought it sounded good and that I should catch them some time.

Turns out, they caught me first!

Completely off guard!!

It was perfect.

I have no idea how many times I saw the band after that night, but when I started booking shows at Squeeze in Fort Lauderdale in 1994, I wanted them to play as often as possible. I really could bore you with all the reasons why I loved them, but if you are reading this, it is likely that you don't need me to tell you what you already know.

The original lineup was relatively short lived, including monster bassist Frank Labrador, who chose a more domestic path in his life within a couple of years after the night they assaulted my senses.

(As a side note, I was managing the amazing Cell 63 at the time, which featured future Terrors bassist, Will Trev.)

The Terrors had many lineup changes over the years, and they were always awesome, but this lineup was their best. And it was this lineup that showed up to play a live set on Bob Slade's weekly WLRN radio show, "Off The Beaten Path," on May 18, 1992.

Frank "Rat Bastard" Falestra recorded them and mixed the results. From there, they dropped a limited, cassette-only release and set off to change the face of the South Florida music scene for the next decade and a half.

Over the years, Trev replaced Labrador on bass and drummer Sam Fogarino left and eventually made it big with Interpol, leading to a revolving cast of some of the best drummers to ever smack stick to skin in the history of the South Florida music scene.

The stalwarts were, of course, vocalist/guitarist Rob Elba and lead guitarist/vocalist, Dan Hosker. Until Dan's sad and untimely passing nearly 20 years to the day "Live Six" was recorded, the Terrors soldiered on, releasing one exceptional studio album, "Lolitaville," in 1994 and some odds and ends EPs later.

I never knew of the existence of "Live Six" until February of 2017 when South Florida singer/songwriter Jim Wurster shared some cassettes with me as I started to offer cassette-to-digital transfers as part of my Magic Ears Mastering company.

A live Holy Terrors release I've never heard before? Holy fucking shit!!

Listening to it brought me back to that night in the Cactina when the original lineup blew me away. I was able to transfer Jim's extremely well-cared-for cassette via a vintage Nakamichi cassette deck and, with permission from Rob, began obsessively remastering the EP.

Realizing it was the 25th Anniversary of the performance/recording made reissuing the remaster a no-brainer, and Rob suggested that the majority of the proceeds be donated to the Dan Hosker Music Continuum, a scholarship set up in Dan's memory for students with a passion for music. It is awarded annually at Bishop Fenwick in Peabody, MA, where he attended high school.

This was a labor of love, and I hope you enjoy The Holy Terrors just as you remember hearing them in their prime.



-- Adam Matza

Dan Hosker

PS: The quality of the hi-res WAVs and 320kbps MP3s are infinitely better-sounding that anything you can hear streaming. So buy this GREAT music AND give to an extremely worthy cause!


released February 13, 2017

Rob Elba.....................Vocals/Guitar
Dan Hosker.................Guitar/Vocals
Frank Labrador............Bass/Vocals
Sam Fogarino..............Drums

Recorded and mixed by Rat Bastard with technical assistance by Steve M.
Remastered by Adam Matza at Magic Ears Mastering

This recording was originally broadcast live May 18, 1992 on Bob Slade's "Off The Beaten Path" radio show on WLRN in Miami.

Original artwork/design: Danny & Sherry (updated by Adam Matza)
Photos: Dan

Thanks to: Washington Square, WVUM, WLRN, Uncle Sam's, Y&T, Open Books & Records, Rat Bastard, Bob Slade, Glenn Richards, Tony Parodi la cosa nostra.


Reissued by MAGIC EARS MUSIC in 2017



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I saw an angel chorus
Dancing pirouettes around my head
Am I dead?
With a sound so deep and true
And my mother likes it too...
Don't, don't you twist
Twist your head in the dark
Or shake off your fears
Slake your fears, fuel the spark
Then, on a hill
On a hill, you will spill your soul
'Cause you need what you can't take
He says "It's only intravenous poison hate."
She says, "Only?"
Lonely fathers shed their sins,
wretches grieving, leaving sins for the sons
Screw, don't you screw
Screw your head up in a vain
Or writhe in the dirt
Stay inert, feed the pain
High on a hill, we will kill
We will kill your soul...
When I looked for the Vesper skies
Venus called my name
It was dark, it was dark
And the screams were all I heard --
When I looked to the Vesper skies
Venus was in flames
It was dark, it was dark
And she waited for the stars to fall
And crush us all
Leaving sins,
sins for the sun.
Track Name: THE BIG SEA
I dreamed an overbloated man-boy put his lips to my head
His cheeks were cold, his stubby fingers
traced the words that he said
He spoke of ugly death, and candy breath
And fixes that hit
He stroked my hair and whispered something
I was too gone to get
For many days and nights
I held the dirty truth in my hands
And watched the lifeless bodies rolling,
washing up on the sand
With all the noise in my head
I could swim with the fishes instead, because
Something's coming, big and strong
A shining, evil crown of bones
Swim in a river of piss
'Till you sink like a stone
In the Big Sea
It was a long, lonely wait at the pit of the well
Looking up at the sky
Water soaks into my skin
Drains the hole till it's dry, dry, dry
Long lazy afternoons of kissing the fix
The fix was a hoax
Now look into the river, baby
Wash your hands in the face of ghost...
Little John's date gave good hate
Left him tied-up in a chair
Now she's passed out on the floor
John sits pondering her hair,
and her tiny little feet
Cigarette between his teeth

Standing on stiletto heels
She would put him to the test
She would kiss him on the mouth
Scrape her fingers 'cross his chest
Cigaretto, if you please
"Light me up," he whispered
What a bitch to think about it
Can't move an inch without it
"I'm burning up," he said
"Think I'll scream until I'm dead!"
As the flames consume my skin, so does my desire
As the flames keep rising
Higher and higher
Hedda had a headache from her nose to her spine
Pressed her swollen lips against a hand supine
Joel was oblivious to what this would mean
Inside his brownstone he shone
The violence like a machine
He orchestrated the chaos
Hedda heeded commands
He lorded over the Mayfly
Crushed her wings in his hands
(That froze her last words)


Heard about a dirty lawyer down on his luck
Caught your picture staring out from under the muck
He felt like Jephthah dancing over the coals
The prosecution was loaded, shot his tale full of holes
He orchestrated the chaos
Hedda failed to protect
She watched the tiny light flicker
But she couldn't connect

Well, if the chicken won't stop
Then what about the fat, prosthetic cock-o-nine tails
Poised above your head
Like a promise that you dread
The chicken won't stop

And if the chicken won't stop
Then brace-up for the jackals
Gnawing on the fingers of your open hands
While you're grabbing all you can
The jackals will gnaw, the jackals will gnaw
The jackals will gnaw, till my baby goes
Down to the river with a rooster on her back
Breaks down in the river with a noose around her neck
Then down by the river
I'll give my baby something...