Released originally as FU 705.

The line-up for early gigs and recordings had been fairly fluid up until the release of the original Filth album. The Dead Rabids played with the line-up Bob Short: Guitar Vox, Wade McPherson: Bass vox and Phil (Bec) Beckett on drums for a performance at Mojo for international record shop day and the line-up has stuck since then. Enjoying how various songs worked playing live, the band gathered in a recording studio on a frighteningly hot day in January. They just played a set of mostly covers for the hell of it. A rhythm guitar track (under guitar solos) was the only dubbing. (Even then there were no second takes) And that was it. Mixed. Chucked out at the world and just a fun record. Original packaging was in a card board sleeve with a stuck on photocopied label to make it look like the kind of bootleg records available in the nineteen seventies.

A review from Nuzz Prowling Wolf's blog spot

Today’s musical offering from Sydney, Australia is one of the best things I’ve heard for weeks/months/years. It’s an album of two half’s which fit together to make a 14 track monster; six are covers the rest are Dead Rabids originals, and one I Spit Upon Your Grave is a reworking of a number that Guitarist and Singer Bob Short did with one of his previous bands. The covers aren’t karaoke covers, and are well chosen reference points to the bands influences and history. (Velvet Underground, The Clash, The Ramones, Iggy and The Stooges, Bo Diddley and The Kingsmen) Talking of history here’s a brief resume, courtesy of the bands myspace page
“In 1977, Bob Short formed legendary punk band “Filth” with Peter Tillman (later of the Lipstick Killers). Filth managed to upset a lot of people but, given how easy it used to be to upset people, that wasn’t too difficult. Bob then went on to form the Urban Guerrillas and made a dreadful noise with such songs as “Paradise” and “No Allegiance”. John Gunn joined as drummer and here the Dead Rabids’ story begins.John went to London with another group of punk legends, The Last Words as well as drumming for a variety of other acts including a long stint with The Associates. Bob went to London and formed proto Goths Blood and Roses. Blood and Roses made the front cover of NME, played the John Peel Show and released large wobbly slabs of vinyl that squirmed into the UK alternative charts. Bob and John have reunited with newcomer Wade McPherson on Bass. The band is called the Dead Rabids.“ here’s what the band have to say about ’emselves now:
“The Dead Rabids walk this Earth with a song in our hearts. It is, however, not a pretty song. The Dead Rabids are the best at what we do. The trouble is, what we do isn't very nice. We play for a happy a few. A band of sisters and brothers. The one per cent of the one percenters. We love them and they love us. It's a big old love factory in Rabid Land. Outside, the world can tumble into dark entropy. Popularity belongs to the mediocre. Well, we're not going away. We're not going into that darkness. We believe in what we do. We are passionate. Dead passionate. You can bring on your slings and your arrows. You can take your outrageous fortune. We've been born and we've lived under bad signs for so damn long that anyway looks up. You can curse us, poison us, condemn us but you better get the job done right first time. If you spit in our face, we'll take out your eye.”
The album was recorded and produced in less than 10 hours, not that you’d think it. I wonder what it would have sounded like if more time had been spent? I dunno! because this is full on, vital and urgent straight to the point down’n’dirty rawk’n’roll. No frills but plenty of thrills’n’spills. This download is approved by the band who "want the music to be heard"……so what are you waiting for?

A review from i94 Bar

There's nothing subtle about Dead Rabids music and nor should there be. These 14 songs go straight for the jugular and don't let go till they've drained every drop of blood out of the corpse.

The Rabids aren't squeamish about treading on graves and there are enough punk rock standards ("Blizkrieg Bop", "London's Calling", "I Wanna Be Your Dog") littered among the originals to make everybody feel at home. Is it uncool to fuzz up "Who Do You Love?" and turn it on its ear? What about kicking the shit out of the bony old cadaver of "Louie Louie" like it's a rehearsal for a remake of "Clockwork Orange"? What about a cover of "Waiting For The Man" that makes the original seem positively patient? As if Dead Rabids give a fuck what you think.

Guitarist-singer Bob Short has been around the block enough times with this sort of music for it to be second nature but nothing here sounds like it's being done by rote. Bassist Wade McPherson is a young rockabilly-styled dude, drummer Phil Beckett an old hand full of steely resolve, and they provide a rough-and-tumble rhythmic base. Smear Mr Short's yawling vocal and chunky guitar over the top and you have music to write hate mail to.

It's unadorned, in-your-face punk with a generous slab of musicality; the sort of stuff that doesn't get on most critical radar screens these days. Production is acceptably ungarnished and the disc come sin a no-frills cardboard case. Makes it cheap to post.

The backbone of this set is Bob Short's originals, most of them dating from earlier bands and some previously recorded. There's another version of "The Sound Of My Broken Heart", a firm favourite around these parts, while "I Spit Upon Your Grave" comes from Short's London band of the early '80s, Blood And Roses, a Goth-punk act who attracted mainstream music press attention.

Anthemic punk call-to-arms "Smash Your TV", the brooding "Redemption" and the Bo-Diddley-on-downers "Breakdown" are all worthy of your erudite attention. This is music you couldn't kill with an axe and an industrial-sized vat of Round Up. (by the Barman)