I remember buying this record from Extreme Noise in Minneapolis shortly after its release in 1996, but until listening to it just now, I had no recollection of what it sounded like. As it turns out, I wasn’t missing much. “Outta My Face” is rather bland and forgettable. It’s easy to see how it was lost in the gluttony of my mid-’90s record-buying splurges (of which there were many), especially considering some of its borderline misogynistic and just plain dumb lyrics. I have hundreds of records from this era that still get regular spins, but this one likely won’t get another any time soon.
James is a writer, record collector, wrestling nerd, and tabletop gamer living with his family in Asheville, North Carolina. He is a member of the Southeastern Film Critics Association, the North Carolina Film Critics Association, and contributes to The Daily Orca, Razorcake Magazine, Mountain Xpress, and Asheville Movies.