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OLHO SECO- Botas, Fuzis, Capacetes 7″EP (Punk Rock Discos, Brazil, 1983)

There is something about this debut 7″ by OLHO SECO that is irresistible. First off all, it’s “Nada”, which is one of the worldwide super hardcore punk hits, immortalized and first brought to most via MRR’s “Welcome to 1984” sampler. Its simplicity and effectivity is astounding, almost scary. On the flipside, the other two songs may not be to the point in their perfection, but still their brevity and resoluteness is overwhelming. That’s how I want my Hardcore to sound.
And sound is the key here. After first recording experiences mainly with the legendary “Gritto Suburbano” sampler, Olho Seco (“Dry Eye”) were disappointed with the production. According to a 1983 interview (you can find it on the Kill from the Heart site) the plan was to disband again quickly (maybe to focus on COLERA, I don’t know), but instead the three guys hit a professional 24 track studio and recorded these three songs.
Since the english translation of “Nada” made it to the public (mainly through the “Beating the Meat” sampler, I seem to remember – too lazy to search out that LP, but wasn’t the english translation featured on the cover? Or was it to be found on the MRR comp?), there was some controversy about it. Heartless I called the lyrics over at Peter’s blog when he posted it (stole his scan of the lyric sheet, cause mine had none), not racist or anything, but heartless and rough spoken.

Olho Seco’s guitarist Redson was also the singer and guitarist in Colerà. As we learned from a comment posted by Marcelo of ROT, he died two days ago, at the age of 49. I wish I could tell you more about him, his bands, the punk scene in Brazil (which, when you check out the many youtube videoclips, still seems to be in a healthy and somewhat enthusiastic state). Well, I can’t apart from owing a couple of brazilian records, Colera was the only band from there I ever saw live. That was in the winter of 1987, when they toured Europe and played in Switzerland, at the Rote Fabrik in Zürich. I remember a jumpy band, full of joy and eager to communicate with us who we were no more than maybe a dozen or two.
Maybe I’ll be ripping some more Olho Seco (the incredible split LP with the even more incredible Ruido De Rabia for instance) or said “Gritto Suburbano” compilation, we’ll see. In the meantime, rest in peace Redson and may those who have to share leave comments. Sometimes it pisses me off that recently I have to report on the death of so many people of the long gone scenes of the 80s.

Nada.mp3
Muito obrigado.mp3
Botas, Fuzis, Capacetes.mp3

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