Forkboy was a quartet that was active between the years mentioned in the album's title, although I assume not many local people have ever even heard of them. This CD compiles all of the band's demo-recordings of the era.
Fifteen songs and almost fifty minutes of crude, primal and damn nasty noise rock is what you get. Lots of discords, lots of shouting, and very little of anything nice or any kind of appeal. The songs aren't overtly primitive or extreme in any way either; they're just sweaty, harsh and somewhere between noisy and musical. It's the sound of young men expressing their frustration in a garage.
The vocals have a rather nasty crackling distortion for the most part, and occasionally the instruments do too, but in this case I think it's more of a good than a bad thing. This album doesn't really have a lot of anything nice or appealing in it after all, aside of the underlying primitive groove, so it's only natural that the soundscape reflects the songs' introverted approach. Aside of the occasional rough tape-distortion the songs have an even surprisingly good, clear and deep sound, especially when noting that they've been mastered from some old tapes. Mr. Dassum's most certainly done a good job with the mastering.
Although the CD is compiled of four different demos, it sounds like a rather unified and cohesive package. The minimalistic visual side and the band's story in the booklet are good and interesting, and the music itself does what it promises; it interests and displeases in just the right way. Still, you can hear that the songs are demo-recordings, and somehow the final definitive characteristic and appeal seems to be lacking... or perhaps exactly that is the band's trait?
It's a shame that Forkboy didn't get around to making an actual album back in their time, as I bet they could've done some serious damage with a studio-recorded full-length.