Eyes Closed by Bad Days In June: A 1992 Pop Rock Gem That Still Kicks Ass
Alright, let’s get real here. Eyes Closed by Bad Days In June isn’t your polished, overproduced pop-rock fluff from the '90s—it’s raw, unfiltered, and hits like a punch to the gut. Released in 1992 outta Germany under SPV Gmbh, this album doesn’t waste time trying to be something it ain’t. It’s straight-up Pop Rock with an edge, and if you’re into tracks that feel more like a live wire than a studio session, this one’s for you.
Now, let’s talk about the title track, “Eyes Closed.” This sucker grabs you by the throat right off the bat. The opening riff is sharp enough to cut glass, and when the vocals kick in, they’re dripping with attitude—like the singer just rolled outta bed pissed off but ready to rumble. What sticks with me? The chorus. Damn, it’s sticky as hell, looping in your brain long after the song ends. You’ll catch yourself humming it at random moments, whether you wanna or not. It’s catchy without being cheesy, which is rare as hell these days.
Then there’s “Bad Days In June,” which feels like a middle finger to monotony. The lyrics are kinda dark but relatable as fuck—like those days where everything goes sideways and all you can do is laugh maniacally while life implodes around you. The guitar work here is gritty, almost messy, but that’s what makes it so damn good. It’s not perfect—it’s human. And honestly? That’s why it stands out. When the solo drops, it’s like someone lit a firecracker inside the mix. Chaotic, loud, and completely unforgettable.
This album might’ve flown under the radar back in ’92, but it deserves props for doing its own thing. No pandering, no gimmicks—just solid tunes that hit hard and leave a mark. Listening to it now feels like finding an old mixtape in the bottom of a drawer; it’s nostalgic yet fresh, like rediscovering something you forgot you loved.
Here’s the kicker though: Bad Days In June didn’t blow up big-time, and maybe that’s okay. Sometimes bands don’t need fame—they just need people who get it. And trust me, if you’re into music that bites back instead of begging for attention, Eyes Closed will slap you awake. Who knew some dudes from Germany could make such a gnarly little record? Guess sometimes great stuff slips through the cracks—and stays there, waiting for weirdos like us to stumble on it.
