"It RIPS!"
-Tom Lowell, artist
 
"I was just blown away. I hope some people spread the word and it catches on because the album should become an underground classic. It reminds me of people loving Kate Fagan or Max and the Makeups. These groups who had one overlooked album that have since become adored. This Carol album is just a gem"
-EK Wimmer of Blood Relations
 
There’s something in the air again, like sweat dripping from the ceiling at Moose Alley in ’84 while the amps scream bloody murder and nobody’s pretending to be cool anymore.

Carol and the Charmers are back. Not resurrected, no. They never died. They’ve just been waiting for the right moment to kick down the door again.

Forty-two years later, the original demo (the one passed hand-to-hand, dubbed to death, warped in glove compartments and boom boxes) is clawing its way out of the ether and back onto cassette. 10 tracks. All bite. 

This is the sound of a band that refused to behave: new wave nerves, punk skeleton, dancefloor sweat.  “Sharks.” “Warning Warning.” “Sparkle My Eyes.” Songs built to move bodies whether the crowd liked it or not. And most of them didn’t have a choice.

Carol Blakeney out front, all fire and voltage, dragging even the stiffest wallflowers into motion. The Charmers behind her, relentless - like jogging through a lightning storm, no finish line, no mercy.

Naysayers criticized them saying they weren’t Top 40 enough. Good. Top 40 never sounded like this.

This was always bigger than smoky bars in Portland. Bigger than cover sets to pay rent. Bigger than Rock-to-Riches trophies and whispers about record deals.
 
Track Listing:
A1. Sparkle My Eyes
A2. Jeff
A3. Private Party
A4. Take Me Out
A5. I Don't Want You 
 
B1. Warning Warning
B2. Sharks 
B3. Why Don't You Call Me
B4. You Made Me Hate Boys 
B5. Teenager in Love
 
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