electric eels – agitated

Oh, I’m so agitated, so agitated Run through a washing machine, agitated, I’m so agitated, I’m so convoluted I don’t know what I know, but I’d just like to shoot it It’s five am and I’m crawling the walls, waiting for imaginary telephone calls You know what I think, I think the whole world stinks, and I don’t need no shrink, I just hate it Sometimes I think I’d be better off dead, just like my cousin Fred What can you say about a scuzzy bunch of troublemakers, who used rock and roll as means of venting their seemingly endless frustration, boredom, and hatred upon an unsuspecting public? How about, “Cool, did they make any records?” The Electric Eels might well have been the biggest bunch of low-lifes to come out of the late pre-punk scene in Cleveland, which is saying something for a scene that contributed antisocial snotballs like the Pagans and substance-fueled art-punks like Rocket From the Tombs. They played a total of six gigs (all of which ended in violence and/or arrest) and recorded a handful of crudely played (and mostly bass-less) garage-punk that predicted the angry, fuzzed-out and revved-up sound of the Dead Boys and Rubber City Rebels. So it is safe to call theElectric Eels an influential band, but in a warped, disturbing kind of way. They formed in 1972 after hulking John Morton and suburban Cleveland friends Dave E and Brian MacMahon saw a terrible band, with a recording contract no less, open for Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band. Convinced that they …