***GAYE BIKERS ON ACID. "Drill Your Own Hole." Caroline. **POP WILL EAT ITSELF. "Now for a Feast." Rough Trade.
The British are the masters of high-concept pop, and the latest concept to emerge from the little island is Grebo--Brit shorthand for greasy bastard . A mostly male, teen-age reaction to Thatcherist yuppie-dom, it celebrates the scuzz at the bottom of the cultural garbage pail. Grebo is stringy long hair, zits, grungy guitars and the pig-ugly underside of England 1988.
It's doubtful that Grebo will capture the attention of American youth--after all, the U.S. has had its own variant for 10 years in the Ramones--but at least one band in the movement, Gaye Bikers on Acid, certainly deserves to be heard. Led by a guy named Mary, GBOA pays homage to Motorhead, '60s psychedelia, Klingons, skateboarding, "The Evil Dead," hip-hop, Godzilla, anti-war politics and "Rawhide."
But GBOA is more than just a pop trash compactor. "Drill Your Own Hole" is a sharply produced album, and tracks like "All Hung Up," "Call Me a Liar" and "Git Down (Shake Your Thang)" transcend their myriad influences to become solid pop songs in their own right. After all, with a name like Gaye Bikers on Acid, it has to be good.