From Trouser Press:
Sixteen years after his band, the Planets, first opened for the New York Dolls, this Manhattan scene veteran finally made his first record. Whew! Amazingly, he seems none the worse for wear. The five songs cut live at CBGB sound pretty darned fresh: an infectiously rockin' plea for peace (between lovers? friends? countries?), a power pop love song (slight but durable), a nasty slice of early Elvis Costello-meets-Pete Townshend (or, how to say goodbye to an ex-lover with no physical violence but still be guilty of assault and battery), a regretful farewell that's sort of a wailin' hard-rock hoedown and a sardonic expression — in loud, modern guitar-funkatiousness — of the hoary dictum, "Nothing's Free." It all hangs together by virtue of Philips' strong guitar playing and savvy (if a bit hoarse) vocals, and the tight, punchy rhythms of his cohorts, ex-Gang of Four/League of Gentlemen bassist Sara Lee and drummer Mick Leyland.
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From Rhino.com:
There once was a boy who simply had to make it as a rock star. He learned to play guitar, really play the motherfucker, struggling with the uncooperative beast while everyone else basked in the summer's sun and threw various-sized balls at each other. This boy, Brooklyn Heights' Binky Philips, never relented. At the age of 16, he was ready to Form A Band. By the end of 1972, as the guitarist/songwriter for The Planets, Binky was sharing stages with The New York Dolls, KISS, The Ramones, Television, Blondie, et al. Our boy Bink was embedded in the heart of a pure organic moment of creativity and paradigm change as a regular performer at CBGB and Max's Kansas City. In "My Life In the Ghost of Planets," Binky Philips recounts those days of raucous fun and furious heartbreak.
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