There's few people who deserve to be considered an Elvis from outerspace. And of those few Suicide's Alan Vega is the only really deserving of the title.
As a disaffected artistic outsider him along with partner Martin, Alan Vega and their band Suicide never fit in with the punk rock that was going on around them in the NYC of the mid 70's. The band used the term punk rock to describe their sound years before it became a catch phrase though. Their sound, attitude and musical set up was baffling, confrontational and disturbing at the time. It paved the way for a lot of weirdo music makers that followed them though.
Alan was close to 39 years old when Suicide released their debut album. It's also been 39 years since that album was released. It still sounds as out of time and primitive/futuristic as it ever has.
I've owned that album in different format for the years but never on it's proper one, vinyl, until earlier this week. I listened to it a bunch. I had just got done listening to it again last night when I read the news that Alan had left the earth.
What are you listening to tonight.
