THE KREED

Chattanooga, 1986. I'm at boarding school there. Formative year. Main cassettes on the stereo are Master of Puppets, Suicidal Tendencies, Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables, and The Kreed. The Kreed? Sit back. A short walk from campus through a long tunnel finds me once a week at a little record store on the second floor of some shop or other. The old guy running it stocks everything hippy and head, AC/DC to Zappa, vinyl/tapes/books/posters. He also stocks a bit of punk and hardcore, which is what I usually hit. One day I bop in and there's a new tape (and maybe LPs? - can't remember) by a band called The Kreed. The B&W cover has a crusty looking Pushead-type goblin and the price was right, so I scored a copy. Honestly, not a year has passed since that I haven't popped it into a tape deck. Classic hardcore trio lineup of bass, guitar, drums and "yells," "shrieks," and "growls." Yes, the shred. And they also have a sense of humor (see songs like "Is it soup yet?" and "Beatrice").

Fast forward to the here and now, and there is like zero information about these guys on the web. Just some old photos and pining for days gone by. So why not dupe some copies to spread The Kreed's messages on a new generation (or the old one that may have never heard them)? So here ya go: an edition of 20 copies with exact repro of the cover. $5 each.



STILL AVAILABLE