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Rick Froberg was the perfect punk vocalist

Rick Froberg’s voice was the best blend of growl and abrasive.

Among male troublemaker singers, some had the rear of-the-throat reverberation of a Joey Ramone or the throaty profundity of various no-nonsense groups.

However, Froberg’s voice was undeniable — doing whatever it takes not to sound intense intentionally, it just wound up like that. The voice that in some way generally seemed like a thin elderly person who smoked an excessive number of cigarettes and drank a lot of bourbon.

Froberg kicked the bucket Friday of normal causes, as per John Reis, his melodic teammate of over thirty years. He was purportedly 55.

His most memorable joint effort with Reis was the last part of the ’80s San Diego post-in-your-face band Pitchfork.

In any case, it was a couple of years after the fact, with the ’90s band Drive Like Jehu, when Rick Froberg’s voice seemingly first came into full structure. The shouts were there. So were an intermittent melodic chorales. “Iota Jack,” on the band’s self-named first collection, displayed the uniqueness. On the band’s subsequent collection, Yank Wrongdoing, the nine-minute-in addition to cacophonous legendary “Luau” saw Froberg yell against dominion while breaking the friction with “Salaam, salud. Suit up. Luau, luau. Luau, luau.”

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