
Neurosis - Pain Of Mind [2xLP]
âPain Of Mind marks the inception of one of the weirdest and most powerful bands there ever was as they begin their odyssey through the sonic landscape: thirty-three years, thirteen albums and counting. These gritty punk songs bear little resemblance to what Neurosis would become, but the future was written here, and if you listen closely to these kidsâbarely out of high school at the time, you can hear their early influences: the guitars and existential anguish of Amebix and Rudimentary Peni, the passionate politics of Crass, the heaviness of Sabbathâand here, too, they lay the foundation for some of their enduring concerns: the pursuit of transcendence, and contemplation on the downward suck of despair.
âAs Ian MacKaye coyly suggests in the East Bay Punk doc Turn It Around, there are âa lot of holes to fall intoâ growing up in the Bay Area. In 1987 Dave Edwardson was 18, Scott Kelly was 19, Jason Roeder was 16, Chad Salter, the band elder, was 21, and they had already fallen into many of them, including, of course, the great abyss of depression. Only a teenager could write the punk anthems âBlack,â  âGrey,â âLife on Your Knees,â and of course the title track, âPain of Mind.â They are songs of survival.
âWith Pain of Mind, Neurosis sunk their claws into the hearts and minds of the East Bay scene like no one else. They were fucking dark, gazing right into the abyss and refusing to turn away. The cacophony of vocals on this albumâKellyâs unhinged screams, and Edwardsonâs guttural growl, suggested a familiar sort of internal mania: like the voices in an unquiet mind, paranoid, but for all the right reasons. And Jason Storyâs original cover art perfectly captures that torment.
âNeurosis shows in the Pain Of Mind-era were like nothing else. The pit was wild; people rolled around on the floor, climbed the walls, threw themselves off the stage. For a few days after a show, you always felt real mellow.
âNeurosis reminded us that maybe we werenât free, but at least we were locked up together. It sounds melodramatic, but Neurosis might have saved our lives.â
â Anna Brown
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âPain Of Mind marks the inception of one of the weirdest and most powerful bands there ever was as they begin their odyssey through the sonic landscape: thirty-three years, thirteen albums and counting. These gritty punk songs bear little resemblance to what Neurosis would become, but the future was written here, and if you listen closely to these kidsâbarely out of high school at the time, you can hear their early influences: the guitars and existential anguish of Amebix and Rudimentary Peni, the passionate politics of Crass, the heaviness of Sabbathâand here, too, they lay the foundation for some of their enduring concerns: the pursuit of transcendence, and contemplation on the downward suck of despair.
âAs Ian MacKaye coyly suggests in the East Bay Punk doc Turn It Around, there are âa lot of holes to fall intoâ growing up in the Bay Area. In 1987 Dave Edwardson was 18, Scott Kelly was 19, Jason Roeder was 16, Chad Salter, the band elder, was 21, and they had already fallen into many of them, including, of course, the great abyss of depression. Only a teenager could write the punk anthems âBlack,â  âGrey,â âLife on Your Knees,â and of course the title track, âPain of Mind.â They are songs of survival.
âWith Pain of Mind, Neurosis sunk their claws into the hearts and minds of the East Bay scene like no one else. They were fucking dark, gazing right into the abyss and refusing to turn away. The cacophony of vocals on this albumâKellyâs unhinged screams, and Edwardsonâs guttural growl, suggested a familiar sort of internal mania: like the voices in an unquiet mind, paranoid, but for all the right reasons. And Jason Storyâs original cover art perfectly captures that torment.
âNeurosis shows in the Pain Of Mind-era were like nothing else. The pit was wild; people rolled around on the floor, climbed the walls, threw themselves off the stage. For a few days after a show, you always felt real mellow.
âNeurosis reminded us that maybe we werenât free, but at least we were locked up together. It sounds melodramatic, but Neurosis might have saved our lives.â
â Anna Brown












