Welcome to Spotiforgotten. Here I will cover great music that is sadly unavailable to stream on Spotify (or Apple, which has a nearly identical library)
There was once a time- long, long, long ago- when punk rock was played by fucking weirdos. There are several testaments to this fact, left behind in either record store cut-out bins or overpriced and behind the glass. Odd and crude slabs of wax by bands such as Puke, Spit, & Guts or Tutu & The Pirates stand as relics of an era when punk rock had no official uniform. There were no commandments set in stone, regulating how a band would look, sound, or think. It was true misfit music, made by outcasts for outcasts.
There is no finer example of this than Rokker, from Austin, TX. They cut a single, self-titled album in 1979, then disappeared into the abyss. This record sounds exactly like what it is. A bunch of oddballs from Texas in the late 70’s, who had no idea what punk was supposed to sound like. Original pressings fetch insane prices from collectors, but lucky for us, the album was repressed a few years back. This is fun and wacky stuff, that it is no longer even possible to recreate.
