Supersuckers - The Sacrilicious Sounds Of The Supersuckers (LP) - Red Vinyl

Some records feel like a fuse being lit. The Sacrilicious Sounds of the Supersuckers is one of those, a 1995 Sub Pop blast that catches the band at full throttle right before their country swerve on Must’ve Been High. It is their third studio album, and it plays like a dare, a swaggering, smart, funny statement from a group that introduced themselves for years as the greatest rock and roll band in the world. On this one, they make that boast sound pretty reasonable.

The chemistry is the hook. Eddie Spaghetti holds down bass and vocals with a bark that cuts through like a rusted-out Holden with a fresh set of tyres. Rontrose Heathman and Dan “Thunder” Bolton lock in on guitar, slinging riffs that punch and grin at the same time, while Dancing Eagle drives the whole thing with a kick that never quits. You get the sense of a band that has spent a long time in loud rooms, learning what works on a sticky stage and then doubling it.

Born With a Tail remains the calling card. It opens like a switchblade and never closes, a sleazy, grinning anthem that still brings crowds to the boil. The chorus is pure Supersuckers, cocky and catchy, with just enough side-eye humour to keep it from tipping into parody. Bad, Bad, Bad stomps hard on the downbeat and strides off in tight jeans, a reminder that the band could write a perfect two-and-a-half minute rager without breaking a sweat. Marie shows off their pop sense, a mid-tempo tune with a hint of heartache that sneaks up between the barbs. And The 19th Most Powerful Woman in Rock proves they could be sharp and funny without losing the plot, nodding to magazine list culture while still ripping.

Part of the appeal is how cleanly it all hits. The guitars have a bright, biting edge, the rhythm section swings, and Eddie’s vocal sits forward, riding the riff like a bad idea you know you’ll follow anyway. There is a classic hard rock crunch here, but the songs carry that punk economy the band honed on The Smoke of Hell and La Mano Cornuda. No wasted motion, no extended detours, just solid hooks and a lot of venom. It is Seattle-adjacent by label, sure, but the feel leans more desert highway than drizzle, made for speed along long, flat roads.

What gives the album staying power is how lived-in it sounds. Supersuckers never felt like tourists in their own style. They write about the mess with a wink, not a lecture, and then turn up the amps and make the second verse hit even harder. You can hear the band’s internal logic in the way the riffs answer each other, the way the drums push the vocal into the chorus at just the right second. That sort of craft is easy to miss when the volume’s high, but it is what makes these tracks stick years down the line.

For anyone flipping through a bin and thinking about Supersuckers vinyl, this is the one that gets you hooked. The Sacrilicious Sounds of the Supersuckers vinyl plays hot and immediate, the kind of cut where you turn the knob a little past sensible and let the room breathe. If you like your shelves to tell a story, slot it next to the dirtier end of Sub Pop and early nineties hard rock, then follow it with that country detour for context. If you prefer to buy Supersuckers records online, keep an eye out for clean copies, since this is the sort of album that’s been loved loudly. And if you’re wandering a Melbourne record store on a Saturday, it is a nice find to stumble on between the punk and garage sections. It fits in both.

The record’s reputation has only grown, helped by the band’s stubborn work ethic and a live show that treats these songs as living things. There is no myth to decode here, just a killer rock album built for repeat spins and cheap beer. Supersuckers albums on vinyl reward that simple approach, and this one is the gateway. If your search history reads like a wish list for The Sacrilicious Sounds of the Supersuckers vinyl, you are on the right track. Toss it on the turntable, let Born With a Tail fill the room, and remember why the format and the band suit each other so well. In a land of endless playlists, this set still hits like a front-to-back night out. It is loud, it is funny, and it sticks. That is the whole point. And for anyone hunting great vinyl records Australia wide, it is a satisfying catch, equal parts grit and grin.