by Heather Phares
Amazingly, the Pixies' 1987 debut EP, Come on Pilgrim, was compiled from the quickly, inexpensively made demo tape -- paid for by Black Francis' dad -- the band made at Boston's legendary Fort Apache studio soon after they formed. 4AD was so taken with the tape that they released eight of the songs as this mini-album. It's easy to see why they were so impressed: The Pixies' essential sound -- Francis' unearthly shriek of a voice, David Lovering's propulsive drumming, Joey Santiago's insistent, prickly guitar playing, and Kim Deal's sugar-and-sandpaper vocals and steady basslines -- arrives fully formed on songs like the bouncy, yet twisted, surfer-girl ode &Ed Is Dead.& Influences like '80s college rock peers the Violent Femmes, the Stooges, Lou Reed, and hardcore punk crop up on songs like &I've Been Tired,& the group's surreal take on sexual frustration, and &Isla de Encanta.& Most importantly, the EP introduces the spooky, theatrical vision the group brought to their simple guitar-bass-drums lineup. Francis' lyrical fetishes for sex, death, and religion and his twisted sense of humor crop up on every track, from the eerie opener &Caribou,& which urges listeners to &Reeeeepent!,& to the final song, &Levitate Me,& which borrows Christian folksinger Larry Norman's catchphrase: &Come on pilgrim, you know he loves you!& &The Holiday Song& and &Nimrod's Son& provide voyeuristic, back-to-back glimpses at incest, as well as the priceless lyric, &My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head/You are the son of a motherf*cker& (from &Nimrod's Son&). Gary Smith's less-is-more production allows the full, primal impact of the band's combustive sound to blast through, offering what may be the purest version of their perverse punk-pop. An electrifying debut, Come on Pilgrim remains as raw, vibrant, and engaging as the day it was recorded.