Grand Theft Grand Theft Vinyl LP 2026
Tracklist:
- Scream (It's Eating Me Alive)
- Closer to Herfy's
- Log Rhythms/Meat Midgets
- Depression City RFD
- Ohms/Closer to Herfy's Reprise
Grand Theft was a one-shot explosion of heavy rock madness out of Seattle in 1972. What began as a tongue-in-cheek jab at the bombast of bands like Grand Funk Railroad quickly spiraled into something raw, real, and entirely their own. Dave Baron’s snarling guitar riffs, Kevin Marin’s thunderous bass, and Phil Kittgaard’s primal yell cut sharp drumming cut through like a cracking whip on a stormy night. Their sole LP, recorded in a single chaotic session, captures a moment of unfiltered energy. Tracks like “Scream (It’s Eating Me Alive)” and “Closer to Herfy’s” erupted from caffeine-fueled late nights, inside jokes, keen wit, and a new devotion to abrasiveness. With radio DJ/manager Burl Barer steering the mayhem, the album gained regional buzz, a “dream date” promo contest, and even praise from Lester Bangs. Live performances were rare—spontaneous, earsplitting blitzes—but Grand Theft’s legend grew long after the band dissolved. What began as a fleeting joke became a proto-metal curiosity, a wild card in the deck of early ’70s rock. Grand Theft remains a testament to rock’s untamed spirit and a primal scream in the face of convention.
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Tracklist:
- Scream (It's Eating Me Alive)
- Closer to Herfy's
- Log Rhythms/Meat Midgets
- Depression City RFD
- Ohms/Closer to Herfy's Reprise
Grand Theft was a one-shot explosion of heavy rock madness out of Seattle in 1972. What began as a tongue-in-cheek jab at the bombast of bands like Grand Funk Railroad quickly spiraled into something raw, real, and entirely their own. Dave Baron’s snarling guitar riffs, Kevin Marin’s thunderous bass, and Phil Kittgaard’s primal yell cut sharp drumming cut through like a cracking whip on a stormy night. Their sole LP, recorded in a single chaotic session, captures a moment of unfiltered energy. Tracks like “Scream (It’s Eating Me Alive)” and “Closer to Herfy’s” erupted from caffeine-fueled late nights, inside jokes, keen wit, and a new devotion to abrasiveness. With radio DJ/manager Burl Barer steering the mayhem, the album gained regional buzz, a “dream date” promo contest, and even praise from Lester Bangs. Live performances were rare—spontaneous, earsplitting blitzes—but Grand Theft’s legend grew long after the band dissolved. What began as a fleeting joke became a proto-metal curiosity, a wild card in the deck of early ’70s rock. Grand Theft remains a testament to rock’s untamed spirit and a primal scream in the face of convention.
