The Ropers
Thanks to Three’s Company, I thought my first apartment would be a huge three bedroom that was clean and well lit with a rad bar two-doors down. It would be cheap, wouldn’t smell like a dump that four skaters lived in, wouldn’t come with a bathtub full of human hair, wouldn’t have dirty syringes under the refrigerator, and I’d have to pretend I was gay so my concerned landlord and his horny wife wouldn’t think I was fucking my two hot roommates. None of these things ever happened and I’m still pretty bent about it.
DC’s The Ropers were named after those wacky landlords and epitomized the 60’s meets early 90’s indiepop scene of the time. Fuzzy, well crafted pop-is-the-new-punk with a tinge of late-60’s vibe (more Love or United States Of America, not that shit your parents still talk about). They released a handful of singles two great albums, All The Time on Slumberland Records and The World Is Fire on Teenbeat before disbanding in the mid-90’s. Since its impossible to find photos of the band, here’s a blurry picture of some other dude holding up one of their 7″s.
The Ropers - Revolver (7″ version)
The Ropers - Sweet Lord I Know
The Ropers - Transparent Day
The Ropers - Drive (Version)