Our very first customer had this to say about the XHOA record…
“I have been searching for a copy of that record for years – every time
somebody thought they knew of a box that so and so had, so and so never had it. So finally, my favorite BG record is now in my hands.”
-Dan Stutzman (Solar 8)
Dan also mentioned that he’d listened to it about a dozen times in three days.
Named for the torrent of sado-masochistic pain inflicted upon and endured by many a fool who would cross the threshold, the original House of Abuse had suffered its demise several years earlier. An X was added to the front, and the House of Abuse was simplified to its initials.
Certainly not the first underground (punk/alternative/hardcore/etc.) band in Northwest Ohio, they were definitely at the head of a new pack when they released their record “Yap Yap Yap…” in 1988. A handful of other regional underground bands had released albums (Proof of Utah, Blank Shatz, The Stain, Norman, and The Necros, to name a few) but it was still relatively uncommon. Soon a flood of self-released gems by other bands would follow and there was no turning back.
Just recently Matt Truman (of Ego-Trip fame) was overheard saying “It was a big deal, that a local band was doing something like this.” Then he started singing from the song Nuke War, “This ain’t no song about nuclear war, I don’t give a sh*t about that anymore…” Perhaps the Ego Trip will work up a cover version for us sometime soon?
XHOA could see through the corporate bullsh*t and weren’t going to take any of that crap. They shook-up the satus-quo, opening doors that others would soon follow through. Back in the way-back time of before XHOA, the bands that got jobs in the local clubs were mostly cover bands or blues bands. They broke that door off the hinges. Now there are dozens of clubs that cater to bands (and their fans) who perform original music. A large part of that was due to XHOA.
On our never ending quest to bring you the best that money can buy, we have unearthed a limited quantity of these babies, on classic black vinyl. This is not a reissue, but the real thing, brought to you by our friends at Corporate Death Records, where “Your Truth is How We See it.”