The Gun Club’s first record – “Fire of Love” is dangerously contagious. It infected me the very first time I heard it and after years of inactivity, the virus resurfaced recently, with a real vengeance! It still sounds just as bad ass, sleazy and lean as I remembered it. In my mind the best example of the blues and roots rock-n-roll infused with the raw energy of early LA punk. This is done with such flair and conviction on this record that it permeates every cell in my body right down to the bone every time I hear it. With so few constants in life, Fire of Love remains an exception. It sounds as good now as it did the first time I heard it. That really can’t be said about most music.

“Every drop in my body moves with the train” – J.L. Pierce

The Gun Club family tree illustration : Sarah Carrier