Thursday, July 20, 2006

THERE ARE SO MANY REASONS TO LIVE...AND DIE...AND EAT...AND TO DIE AGAIN...
I could care less. You’re all fools. I can’t wait to see you fall..and Winter…and Spring! This weather sucks. I swear I saw the devil in the living room last night. The following tunes cools me...



THE COOLER CRIT TOP 18
Esther Williams - ‘Last Night Changed It All’
Homostupids - ‘Caveman’
Still Life - ‘October Witches’
Violent Minds - ‘Hit List’
Carl Carlton - ‘I Won’t Let That Chump Break Your Heart’
Awesome Color - ‘Ridin’
Burial - ‘Distant Lights’
Velveeta Heartbreak - ‘I Shot The Invisible Man’
Monotract - ‘Projectus’
El-B featuring Juiceman - ‘Buck & Bury’
Jimmy Pursey - ‘One Night in Paris’
Digital Mystikz - ‘Ancient Memories’ (remix by Skream)
10CC - ‘Headline Hustler’
Geeneus - ‘Congo’
Funeral Shock - ‘Dead Scene$ter’
Dusty Springfield - ‘Bad Case of the Blues’
T.U.M.E - ‘Love Shortage’
My Own Hands - ‘The Sound of You Slowly Dying’



Now go enjoy a nice bit of crack and read
  • THIS
  • . It’s all you really need. Whether you like it or not, you pathetic trend-hopping loser. See you down at the Tonic!
    P.S. -- Do I need to leave an emoticon to show the sarcasm in that comment?

    Sunday, July 09, 2006

    WOULD YOU TRUST THIS MAN WITH YOUR OSCAR? I DIDN'T THINK SO... Above -- Ben Chasny relaxs in the backyard of famous Pornstar Seymore Butts before shooting his cameo for 'Sex Organs Of Admittance -- Get Your Freak Folk On...'



    I look around at the piles of dirty socks and empty boxes of smokes on the floor. The other half of the double bed is a pile of old fanzines and mustard bottles. About twenty times a day I think I should get my act together and become an actual fucking adult. But just when the upstanding gentleman in me starts to take over, the phone rings and some sorta codger is yapping down the line to me about his dogs’ eating habits and tales of amps being traded for dope money and I sit there in rapt attention while ants crawl out of my laptop. I know I sound like a broken record, but I gotta say it’s a sad though interesting existence. People are nice enough to send records and they just sit there while piles of Dubstep 12”s’ are purchased and ‘Blue Letter’ gets played over and over again. But I took the time to listen to this Velveeta Heartbreak single that came in the post the other day. The A Side is a good enough lo-fi faux glam rave-up. This Michael Bowman character (A.K.A. The V.H.) is most likely some sorta Pop prince, so he might not understand I’m praising him when I say the riff that drives this track sounds like a leftover from ‘Rock ‘N’ Roll All Over’. But I’m praising you man…trust me. The B Side is a sorta sappy piano jam about the death of a Wilson brother that kinda mad me uncomfortable in the same way a weeping man on the corner does. Yikes. Nonetheless, ‘E’ for effort and all that. Get a copy at -- velveetaheartbreak@yahoo.com




    Zac ‘Mild’ Davis unloaded a crapload of stuff on his Maim & Disfigure label on me awhile back and I never talked about it. I’m a dick and many people can attest to this. The majority of it was stuff by his bombastic Blast!-meets-Blue Humans power trio Lambsbread and all that shit kills, no doubt. But my fave amongst the lot was a solo jam from Zac that he calls Sky Juice. The CDR he passed off was entitled ‘Live At Brokeback Bridge’ and it’s a disorienting, low budget stew of Melvins riffage, loner/stoner folk and basic fuckedness. The boys’ not right and that’s why I think I might have had some drunken one night stand in Ohio when I was 10. It coulda happened! But one look at the handsome laddie will tell ya I had no hand in the doing of his making. Wait..wasn’t I supposed to be talking about a CDR or something? Oh yeah, so this Sky Juice jam, like all the Lambsbread jams, is available through Maim & Disfigure. Give Zac some time to recharge and have some juice and he’ll send out your shit post haste.



    Alotta man bitches like to talk shit, but then they realize ‘Gilmore Girls’ is off the air and they tie their shoes. Those types won’t be diggin’ the roar of this Violent Minds CD recently released on the Parts Unknown label. This sucker collects both the 7”s’ they released in 2004 and a cut off the ’Town of Hardcore’ 7” comp from the same time. All eight minutes of it bring to mind The Abused, Blitz, Negative Approach and Court Martial. Can you ask for more? Well, in the next month or so their full length entitled ’Eyes of Death’ will be out. Is that enough? How about this quote about V.M. from Don Rettman himself?. -- ’I guess Pig Champion didn’t die in vain!’ What else do you want? RIOT! RIOT! 1200 Pound Gorilla approved. www.partsunkownrecords.com



    Can anyone get enough Afternoon Penis? I for one cannot. I can take it anytime, anywhere. A new A.P. jam entitled ‘Up All Night’ is out on the Our Mouth imprint and it’s a ramshackle, raw percussion jam for all those who enjoy long toilet breaks and giving out cigarettes. Lotsa hip shakin’ homemade beats rise outta all the whining feedback and make me night dream about Nasty Nate doing a collabo with either Skream or Mick Fleetwood. I’m still not sure yet. Get your copy from the Fusetron empire or from Nate directly at fungalorigin@hotmail.com




    There’s tons of other stuff that gives me a charge these days, but it sure ain’t music. Sleeping in my own filth, drinking Blue Moons, plotting revenge, staring at walls…these are the things that fuel me to occasionally lift a lip. Oh yeah, there’s also both of those Digital Mystikz 12”s’ that just came out on Soul Jazz. Buy that shit if you’re not too much of a mouth breather. If I only I could find a publication to fund my trip to South London to see this team in action so’s I could lose control of my ‘number two’ functions in the most dignified way possible. I’m sure with the right sound system, this shit makes Deathpile sound like Juan Denver in comparison. Why am I such a jerk? Because I’m fat, bitter and never been loved. I thought you knew that already.. Get both these twelves from Forced Exposure and tell ‘em no one sent you.



    Next time, they might be an interview with a mystery guest….there might be more reviews…there might be more pathetic bellyaching…Hey, who knows? I’m not in control here. See you on the corner of 7th and A….

    Friday, June 30, 2006

    IMAGES SPEAK LOUDER THAN MY TURD WORDS... OR...MY LIFE SINCE BEKI BONDAGE








    200LBU endorses all the above. Run out and consume. Or read a book or smack a bitch or something constructive. Happy burfday AmeriKKKa! -- EL STINKO.

    Wednesday, June 14, 2006

    MAX MILGRAM SEZ AND I OBEY...SIMPLE AS THAT...

    Last night, Max Milgram (vocalist for the always ready-to-ruck Violent Students) flew into my window in the form of Beki Bondage (above) and told me to tell ‘the kids’ about this show. You’re pretty much gonna get to see three of the best bands rollin’ right now for FREE! Is it worth the trip? You betcha! Will I be there? Well..if I didn’t have to take care of my World Cup Fever…maybe…but I got a serious case. But don’t let that stop you from going…it’s gonna be a corker!

    Magik Markers Lambsbread Violent Students June 18 2 PM free! Tequila Sunrise Records 525 W Girard Ave Philadelphia PA www.tequilasunriserecords.com


    Also, for all you floppy haired Brooklynites, Pissed Jeans will be playing for FREE outside of OfficeOps this Saturday at 4 PM. As some of you know, these guys are the flakiest of the flakes, so a live show is a rare occasion. Go there and get your Sup Pop single auto-mo-graphed! Office Ops is at 57 Thames St. in Williamsburg.


    ‘You should really sit down and listen to ‘Tusk’ in it’s entirety one day, you pussy….

    Tuesday, June 13, 2006

    THE DAY I FOUND OUT THERE WAS MORE TO THE INTERNET THAN PORN WAS THE FIRST DAY I TRUELY KNEW PAIN...




    So sorry for the lapse in correspondence, but I actually have to pay bills and eat cheeseburgers and get through this awesome third season of ‘Black Books’ and take muscle relaxants and all such business. Sometimes, when I’m in the wonderfully foggy magic moment of a waking medicated dream, I imagine a lovely English country row full of green and mist. I walk stridently down the row unencumbered by normal, everyday shackles and seem to be….like….happy. It’s then I stumble upon a record shop (or ‘shoppe‘) that fits all the American stereotypes of quaint Englishness. Cobblestone tea coseys and all such bizz. It’s just then I usually awake to cries of ‘YOU A FAGGOT ASS NIGGA!!!’ coming through my bedroom window. It’s then I get up, eat a pot of buttered noodles and try to forget mostly everything, including the dream. Something tells me if the dream continued, I would walk into that record store to find either a too tight Uniform Choice shirt or a nice vinyl copy of Keith Cross and Peter Ross’ ‘Bored Civilians’ album. Either way, I’d be something of a winner. Some of you hardnosed Prog rockers might know Keith Cross as a member of T2, who put out that monster LP, ‘It’ll All Work Out In Boomtown’ on Decca in 1970. Some will know him as the guy who tried to screw your mother. Whatever. A couple of years after T2, Cross teamed up with Richard Thompson sidekick Peter Ross to do up the ‘Bored Civilians’ album. Those who like to take it free and easy in the countryside of their living room will take to this like ducks to duck sauce. English pastoral grooves that’ll please anyone whose ever dreamed of waking up at Headley Grange with a head fulla cheese and pills. Dig that cover of Fotheringay’s ‘Peace In The End’! And check out the line-up on here….Nick Lowe! Billy Rankin! Dee Murray! Jimmy Hastings! I know these names mean nothing to you noise helmos, but one day you’ll understand. And that gives me enough warm fuzzy to get through another painful fucking day…that and this CD re-issue of the above mentioned record. Si-Wan in Korea re-issued this awhile back…dunno if they still got it. If you wanna take the chance, go to their website - http://www.siwan.co.kr/. By the way, I could care less if you don’t understand one word of what I wrote. Get on the bus or get on your bike, fruit loop.




    And now I’ll talk more shit…The summer disastour to end all summer disastours will start this weekend. Those infamous cheesecake warriors The Magik Markers will take off to the west coast with the new breed of real deal miscreants, Ohio’s Lambsbread. Here be the dates…be sure to be there and to bring lots of pills. Those kids can eat the hell outta some pills…

    6-16 - Brooklyn, NY - Syrup Room 6-17 - New York, NY - Tonic 6-18 - Philadelphia, PA - TBA 6 -19 - Columbus, OH - Skylab Gallery 6-20 - Cleveland, OH - The Church 6-21 - Chicago, IL - Empty Bottle 6-22 - Iowa City, IA - Hall Mall 6-23 - Minneapolis, MN - TBA 6-24 - Minneapolis, MN - TBA 6-25 - Minneapolis, MN - TBA 6-26 - St. Louis, MO - Spooky Action Palace 6-27 - Kansas City, MO - Record Bar 6-28 - Oklahoma City, OK - TBA 6-29 - Denton, TX - Rubber Gloves 6-30 - Houston, TX - Proletariat 7-1 - San Antonio, TX - The Lounge
    7-2 - Austin, TX - Emo’s 7-5 - Los Angeles, CA - The Smell 7-6 - San Francisco, CA - Hemlock Tavern 7-7 - Eureka, CA - Synapsis 7-8 - Portland, OR - Towne Lounge 7-9 - Seattle, WA - Gallery 1412






    …And then those kids in Awesome Color are going on tour with those pros in Sonic Youth. Anyone else out there think that new SY disc looks like an homage to the Necros ‘Sex Drive’ single? Is it just me? Hello? Christ, I’m a loser…Anywhos, this Friday (6/16) will be the record release/tour farewell party for the A.C. (The CD on Ecstatic Peace comes out today) Brooklyn cavemen Mouthus will also be playing and some asshole will play some records before and after them. Some other nice person will play records for the rest of the night. Guess which one’s which and I’ll buy you a beer. I’ll be the asshole in the too tight Uniform Choice shirt. The show is at the Cakeshop, located at 152 Ludlow on the (formerly) Lower East Side.
    I hope that’s enough. You don’t know how difficult it is to do this shit…and I’m not just saying that to impress you…

    Sunday, June 11, 2006

    I PROMISE IF YOU LET ME ACT LIKE AN IDIOT RIGHT THIS SECOND, I'LL WRITE SOMETHING TOMORROW...OR THE NEXT DAY...



    All these gems come courtesy of Al Barkleys' awesome osxhc site, which you can find at -- http://osxhc.com/ This site also might contain an interview I did with Dan O'Mahoney when I was 16. Look and see...

    Wednesday, May 31, 2006

    I AM NOT ABOVE SELF-PROMOTION...OR TOUCHING YOU FOR A REASONABLE FEE... Above -- Lloyd Barnes is like 'I think I need more speakers' and his boy is all like 'Yeah, you do!' So he goes out and gets more speakers and they blast Uriah Heep and The Viletones 'til the weed runs out. True story...


    Hey there hockey pucks--
    Dig my review of the Howlin’ Rain CD that appears in this weeks’ Village Voice. I figure some of you outside of the glorious New York area might wanna check it out, so here ya go.
    http://www.villagevoice.com/music/0622,rettman,73355,22.html
    Other than that, I got nothing for ya. Too busy with the fourth season of ‘Home Movies’ and transcribing hour upon hour of tape containing old men telling me how skeevy the Freezer Theatre was. Life is many a splintered thang. For now, how about a half-assed list of music I listen to a lot these days? That should hold ya…


    Super Eight Loop - cassettes (Bloodlust!)
    Career Suicide - 12” (Parts Unknown)
    Voivod - ‘Nothingface’ (MCA)
    Mind Eraser - ‘Cave’ (Painkiller)
    HG/BXC - ‘II’ (Heavy Blossom)
    Fleetwood Mac - ‘Rumours’ (Warner Bros)
    Dirty B.S. - 7” (Slasher)
    Various Artitsts -‘Firehouse Revolution - King Tubbys’ Production In The Digital Era 1985 - 89’ (Pressure Sounds)
    James T. Pursey - ‘Revenge Is Not The Password’ (Turbo)
    The Twinkle Brothers - ‘Dub Masscre Part 3’ (Twinkle)
    Loefah - ‘Goat Stare/Root’ 12” (DMZ)
    Vex’D - ‘Bombardment of Saturn’ 12” (Planet Mu)
    Violent Minds - CD (Parts Unknown)
    Various Artists - ‘Darker Than Blue -- Soul From Jamtown 1973-80’ (Blood and Fire)
    Pat Boone - ‘Departure’ lp (Polydor)
    Junior Delahaye - ‘Working Hard For The Rent Man’ 12” (Wackies)


    Please remember, there’s no such thing as ‘guilty pleasures’. It’s all in your head…just like your ‘god’. Got it? Good….until next tymee….

    Thursday, May 25, 2006

    NEGATIVE APPROACH IN THE DIGITAL VIDEO FORMAT AND ELISA AMBROGIO SOUNDING LIKE COOKIE MONSTER? MAN, THAT SPIELBERG'S SOMETHING!
    What can I tell you people? Life is a strange, salty wind these days. One day I call out sick to work just to stare at the walls and the next one some MTV employee is telling me he tried out for Amon Duul 2. It’s crazy I tell you…crazy as hell. When I wanna wind down from all the shiny balls and general confusion, I throw on the slippers and watch the new Negative Approach DVD entitled ‘Fair Warning Volume One’. I guess the thought of a Negative Approach DVD is sorta preposterous to some people. Sometimes I think I might be one of them. But once I get an eye fulla Detroit’s baddest roaring blast furnace style off the stage at Traxx, I’m gobblin’ the shit up like a kiddy boy. Four sets are included. The first is an early one where JB is sporting a homemade magic marker made Black Flag shirt. Witnessing that is worth the price of admission alone, Jack! The set is honestly kind of boring but you get to witness Brannon pull off the lamest stage dive known to man during their cover of ‘Chaos’. Splendid! The next is a set from Traxx in ‘82 that is pure bootboy insanity. ‘This one’s for fun…it’s by Blitz’. That’s all ya gotta know. Now if someone can pull an Oi! Division DVD outta their ass, I’ll prepare them a cob salad! Third set from Paychecks’ starts out pretty crappy where all you can see is some fly cat sporting half a pair of eye glasses. Then you get to see Larissa start the pit and all is forgiven. Last gem is Pappy B. rockin’ out with The Misfits..no shit! When I was twelve, I would of given you my dads’ nuts for this footage. Nowadays, I got these guys sending this stuff directly to my friggin’ house. I love both technology , the postal system and old dudes who’ll talk to you for hours on end about both Bookies’ and Nunzios’. Spot the number of times you see Andy Necros in this DVD and win a gravestone signed by Doyle and a years’ supply of bath salts. And now…here comes that pain again….You can order this from the Negative Approach myspace page --
    http://www.myspace.com/negativeapproach A special ‘F-You’ to all those people that do their shopping on St. Marks Street…



    And when I wanna wind down from THAT, I just throw on this new Axolotl 12” on Gypsy Sphinx entitled ‘Chemical Theatre‘. Both sides are custom made for late night stoning sessions where you can’t find your feet or your shoes. Terry Riley re-born as a Jersey pothead? Sounds fine by me! Makes me eagerly await some more of all this other shit Axo got comin’ out (A split with the Skaters on Catsup Plate, another full length jam on Psych-O-Path, etc) I think for now the only source for this disc is the Volcanic Tongue site over there in Scotland. There’s only 500 or so of these and I’d hate to think of you without it. http://www.volcanictongue.com/axolotl.html




    Sorta feel like a douche sleeping on this Magik Markers 12” on Hospital for so long. I just figured someone would fling it outta van window at me someday, so why care? I should care a lot more I guess. Listening to this, I don’t feel I’m listening to the Markers, but an anonymous rip in the fabric beyond thickness. You say you gotta boy over there wrapped in the blackest of cloaks who once heard an MP3 of Negative FX? How quaint. I will cue this sucker up, play it down the phone at you and watch you curdled like the brain turd you are. ‘Inverted Belgium’ (the record I’m sorta talking about) is going fast since Pete Nolan is so damn hot, so you better act quick on this un too. http://hospitalproductions.com/ While you’re virtually ‘there’, compliment Hospital proprietor Dominick on his lips. He likes that…




    Man, I gotta another Vex’D thing that I thought was pretty gnarled. This ‘Bombardment of Saturn’ 12” is a lesson in monotonous aggression that every tape wielder should be forced to listen to. It’s sort of a shame so many turn to smoke machines, phony Black Metal fans and bologna by the barrel when there’s something pretty vibrant and fucked with this Dubstep crap. There’s that Skream shit too that’s just as disorienting as spinning in place while reciting the lyrics to ‘Take ‘Em Up’. I can’t claim to be the most knowingest cat on this stuff, but as I consume, you will hear it about it. Lucky, lucky you… For now, just going to some of these spots might sort you out --
    http://blackdownsoundboy.blogspot.com/
    http://www.planet-mu.com/
    http://www.rinsefm.com/ http://www.tempa.co.uk/
    http://pitchforkmedia.com/features/themonthin/grime/04-12-06.shtml
    http://www.drumzofthesouth.com/



    OK…that’s all I got in me at this late hour. For anyone that would care, this Saturday morning at 9 AM EST, I will be doing the listener hour on WFMU. If you wanna hear abuncha stuff you don’t care about, tune in. I’d be glad ya did.
    Who knows when there will be a next time here. Who knows what I’ll talk about. Who knows why I’ve been carrying around this chicken carcass in my saddle bag for so long. I know I like that Black Market Baby discography that came out last month. I know I like Coach McGuirk. That’s all I know right now. So, with that in mind, let me go and gargle bleach…

    Tuesday, May 09, 2006

    IT'S AMAZING THE AMOUNT OF ASS SOMEONE CAN GET BY JUST READING WIKIPEDIA...OR.... HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE ASKINSTOO.................................... Above -- ...love letters in the sand between GD + TV...ain't that sweet....




    Well…long time, no corny ass bloggin’. So sorry, but I have been embroiled in so many god damned things lately. Besides producing the upcoming Apple Hub Bub Gang 7” (entitled “Now That’s What I Call Bleech!”) I have been playing phone tag with Pappy Brannon as well as feverishly checking the Livewire message board for more talk of Chain of Strength and Free Jazz. Hot damn man! The kids are finally having their say! I have also been huffing much Freon and checking out tunes. “Rear Deliveries” boy himself hipped me to the sounds of the DJ duo outta London Town named Vex’D. Now, I know all this will be old hat to you hip young things with your Palmolive flavored drugs and big ole t-shirts, but this crapola really knocked me on my cute lil’ rear. It’s a knotted sound with jarring electro-shocks and jolts that sends sheer paranoia up the spine. And now I get to say the thing my parents used to say about The Meatmen….’HOW DO YOU KIDS DANCE TO THIS?’ Seriously, I could only see moving to this in a slow shuffle with your arms dangling like snakes. Or maybe I’m just not that good of a dancer…For those who don’t want to get into the murky depths of collecting all these 12” singles and crap, Planet-Mu did up most of their 12” jams on a two CD set named ’Degenerate’. It’s provided many a confusing night here at the cabin since it came through the doors. Perhaps it could do the same for you?



    Another thing that has been fucking me up lately is these CDR’s from Ohio’s Lambsbread. The sets they laid down while on the east coast a few months ago were holy gnarled godhead. If I ever have children (Rickles forbid!) I’d like ‘em to be like this lot of hooligans. Messed up on cough syrup…spinning ‘The Age Of Quarrel’ and ‘Demolish NYC’ back to back…writing ’fag’ on a mattress and setting it in front our neighbors’ window…cute scamp stuff, y’know? Most of their stuff comes out on band member Zach’s Maim & Disfigured label. My favorite out of the lot is ’Water Damage’, which not only destroys, but might win the 200LBU ’Best Cover Art’ award hands down this year. Shrieks and shards of feedback, hot leads and a drummer whose not sure whether to be the dude from Infest or a deboned monkey. You make the call by getting in touch with Zach at -- mmnddsfgr@yahoo.com
    Be on the lookout for a CD on Parts Unknown and a U.S. tour with The Magik Markers this summer. I can smell the burnt skin already…


    There are grizzled dudes who sit in poker sheds all day and all night for years playing every crappy record in the world. And then there are college grads who are slumming it until they inherit their daddy’s shoelace factory. Consider Burnt Hills in the former. As history has proven time and time again with everyone from Magic Muscle to The Screamin’ Mee-Mees, (not to mention those apple cheeked/ mentioned above Magik Markers) there is a strange and tempting allure to letting it all go in a basement, especially when you’re smoking toenail clippings out of a soda can. A thirty plus minute jam that is constantly shifting into the red eye zone, this is the type of stuff that makes bunk greens THAT MUCH better. Edition of 99 or something fucking retarded like that. Chrissy at Fusetron has it. www.fusetronsound.com


    At this time, I’d like to remove my pants and tell you that I’ve enjoyed many a good live show lately. The double whammy of The Believers and Awesome Color at the Cakeshop was a good drunken time for anyone who testifies in warm sludge and nice buns. The Believers opening with a scorching version of the Beach Boys’ Wild Honey’ and then moving into new material that’s the ultimate in sludgy love rock. Awesome Color provided the only kind of Psychedelic muscle you can get from smoking’ bowls, thrashing pools and jamming both the Shitlickers and Randy Holden. Y’all who are out of range of NYC could do yourselves a favor and check this unit out when they open for Sonic Youth in the southern area of our fair country. Go to Awesome Color’s myspace page and get the dates. If you expect me to give you a link, you can also expect to get herpes sometime soon. Then there was that hipster concentration camp show at the Syrup Room with Om/Endless Boogie,/Major Stars/Michael Hurley. This show was a fun time despite a sorta crappy p.a. and a constant foot in my groin. Major Stars brought the riffs and sex faces for all the yellow sweatered masses. Endless Boogie peaked and vallied through their set, but made up for it the next weekend at the Cakeshop with delivering one of the best set I’ve ever seen them do. Times New Viking were also on this bill and proved why they make so many blogboys hearts go atwitter. Twas a good night. I’m looking forward to more evenings of too much booze and not enough Blitz references. I hope you do the same.


    NEXT TIME (IF YOU’RE LUCKY…) Talk of the brand new Negative Approach DVD? Some old interviews out of the 200LBU dustbin? Maybe a new interview? Maybe I get a life? Well, as Lil’ Stevie Winwood said himself, ’Who knows what tomorrow may bring?’
    Now please drop dead…

    Friday, April 21, 2006

    THE KIDS ARE STILL ANGRY? WHO WUDDA THUNK IT???
    Every once in awhile, some young buckaroo will try to play me some new fangled Hardcore band they think I’ll like. ‘Dude, they sound just like (fill in the blank), you’ll love it!’ The situation usually ends up with me playing the recurring role of the jaded old fart. ‘Jesus Christ! This shit is so retro they might as well be playing stand up basses and wearing pompadours!‘ I drunkenly foam into the poor kids’ face who was nice enough to play the record for me. After that, I normally go on about how forced the anger is and how their guitar sound is too thin before passing out on their couch in an inebriated clump. The sad thing is, I wanna like the stuff. I wanna believe ‘the kids’ will actually have ’their say’ one day. I’d hate to think all my finger pointing and jumping on other young boys’ heads was all in vain, y’know. And so enters Toronto Canada’s Fucked Up. I heard their name thrown around here and there among the hip Hardcore kids I’ve been known to give candy to time and time again, but never really investigated them until one of them played me one of their many seven inchers. I was immediately floored. ‘This is some legitimately pissed off shit!’ I thought. I was already too late in the game to collect all the singles they released, but luckily they’ve all (more or less) been collected on the CD format by the Deranged label with the title of ‘Epics In Minutes’. One earful is testament to the fact that Hardcore is the Blues for the alienated Suburban youth. It might be the same three chords and the same lyrics about cops and confused anger, but it’s what’s behind it that makes it what it is. The band usually keeps everything at a mid-tempo, which reminds me of the more Oi! Inspired tracks by Negative Approach. One thing is for sure, if their track ‘Police’ doesn’t make you wanna punch some random pretty person in the face and/or explode (whichever comes first) you should have your Hardcore hall pass taken away, post haste. The end of the disc contains their demo and some tracks recorded live. Both batches of jams sound so dense and distorted, you’ll think it’s some new noise joint on the Hospital label or something. Strangely, next up for the band is a seven inch on Vice (?!?) and then a full length on Jade Tree (?!?) But don’t let that deter you. This is thee angry for both the young and the old.



    Check out Fucked Up’s bloggo -- http://www.lookingforgold.blogspot.com/


    Other than that, I’ve had a very weird obsession with the first side of Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Tango In The Night’ as of late. Anyone who can explain this event (‘cause god knows I can’t), please do so…

    Monday, April 17, 2006

    GIMME THAT USED VHS COPY OF 'DUTCH'...THAT AUTOGRAPHED 8 X 10 OF DAVID FAUSTINO...AND WHAT THE HELL...THROW IN A COPY OF NANCY PRIDDY'S 'YOU'VE COME THIS WAY BEFORE'...

    Like most loser boys who grew up in the late 80’s, I hadda major wood problem whenever that laugh parade known as ‘Married…With Children’ came on the T.V. set. Remember the episode when Kelly Bundy did that super hot dance routine with the janitor at the talent show? I’m sure you do. Well, I know I do at least (How sad) So many years and buckets of spuzz later, it seems sorta strange that my teen dream queens’ mother herself put out some sorta whacked out soft pop record in her time and prime. Who woulda thunk it? Who woulda cared? Well, I care! (How sad) Nancy Priddy not only mothered Veronica Corningstone, but she also released ‘You’ve Come This Way Before’ on the Dot label back in 1968 with the help of our old hero John Simon and the production credit of Phil Ramone (?!?). The recent CD re-ish on the always impeccable Rev-Ola label outta the U.K. is something that hasn’t left the CD player in quite some time and if you’ve ever clutched a glass unicorn, you’ll understand why. Sure, there’s plenty of brass flourishes and sunny day vibes all over the thing, but there’s certainly something screwy going on in the corners of this raisin fest. Check the doomy and creepy anti-war sentiment of ’Ebony Glass’ and tell me you can take a late night trip to the bathroom in the same state of mind ever again. The track ‘And Who Will You Be Then?’ also has the same sullen feel with plenty of weirdo moog blurts and bubbles adding to the disorientation. But yeah, there’s plenty of rainbow licking on here too. ’Mystic Lady’ is the number one track to throw on when you’re stoned out of your gourd and wanna get all lollipop on yourself. The thing I find funny is Pretty Purdie was the drummer on this session. I get a vision of him there, cig dangling from his lips, gettin’ slimy and down in the dirt for some of the funkier shit on here (like the title track, for instance) Then I picture him knee deep in disgust playing the happy white people beats on some of these tracks. Hey, it amuses me…I’m sorry. I’m not even gonna get into the track based on an Andrew Wyeth painting. It’s conceptual before Jon Anderson ever delivered a bottle of milk. And that’s a pretty heavy statement, no?
    If this sounds like your bag of candy, go here --
    http://www.cherryred.co.uk/revola/artists/nancypriddy.htm

    For now, all I can tell you is if you live anywhere near this crud hole we call New York City, make sure to be down in the basement of The Cakeshop (152 Ludlow between Stanton and Rivington ) this Friday (April 21) when Midwest-cum-Bushwick psychsters Awesome Color share the stage with Northern Massachusetts’ sexiest sludge rockers, The Believers. It’ll be a love fest to end all love fests. I recommend donning ’protection’ prior to leaving the house. You have been warned…

    Friday, April 07, 2006

    NEW YORK AND LONDON PAIR WITH EUNUCHS...EVERYBODY TALK ABOUT ROBIN SCOTT... Above -- Rettman looks into the window of the future and sees this image; still confused.




    If memory serves me right, my seventh birthday party wasn’t the greatest of occasions. Sometime early in the proceedings, I was stung right in the face by a bee and some kid wet his pants just so he could go home early. Not only that, but a family member decided to play ‘deejay’ for the soirée. Plenty of dummy kids and their dummy parents were serenaded and marinated to the strains of such hits of the day as ‘Hey Saint Peter’ by Flash and the Pan and ‘Straight Lines’ by New Musik. And then of course, there was the incessant spinning of ‘Pop Musik’ by M. Whenever I hear that track, my brain soaks itself in bee juice and kiddy urine to remind me of what a shit start I had on this life. So, when I heard a few years ago that the ‘mastermind’ behind ‘Pop Musik’(Robin Scott) cut a record of acidic folk rock for the highly collectable and totally awesome Head label in the late 60’s, I was sorta puzzled. The record was always out of my price range when I would see it in Euro record lists. I’m not too sure of the exchange rate in Ratland, but I was pretty sure I didn’t have the equivalent of 2000 ganips in the bank. This situation really started to irritate me when I found out his backing band on this album was none other than Mighty Baby, a late 60’s U.K. hippy band held in the highest esteem by me and probably about three other beard wearing wanderers. Well, sometimes good things DO come to those who wait…and wait…and wait. The Sunbeam label just re-issued the thing (Entitled ’Woman From The Warm Grass’) on tinfoil and it lives up to all my bad toothed hippy dreams in some aspects. The tunes where Scott is backed by the Babe are spectacular stoned out grooves with MB guitarist Martin Stone practically bleeding his soul out. The English take on the west coast laid-backed-smoke-a-garbage-bag-full-of-weed sound will always prevail in my Anglo fixated mind, folks…sorry. The tracks where it’s just Robin and his acoustic can be affectively brooding, but nothing that’ll make you make up some lost love to weep about. I mean, why dole out the cash for this when you can buy the double ‘Early Years’ set of Al Stewart for a couple bucks at your local basement shoppe? His imitation of Dylan on a few tracks sometimes rivals Mike Hart, but that’s just sometimes. An interesting artifact? Sure. But let’s just say I’m glad I never gave Paul Major my first born for this. Then I would have to convince myself it was great.


    Robin Scott - ‘Woman From The Warm Grass’ available through -- http://www.forcedexposure.com/


    In the past week, when I’ve been ignoring paying bills or attention to the outside world, these are the things that have been entertaining me --
    http://members.tripod.com/20thcpunkarchives/id64.htm
    http://www.terminal-boredom.com/samoansfiles11.html
    http://teengluesniffer.blogspot.com/ (dudes, you gotta update this bloggo more often! I need more!)
    http://members.tripod.com/20thcpunkarchives/id65.htm
    http://blow-up-doll.blogspot.com/ (the greatest blog ever? perhaps…)

    …And finally, I give you the wit and wisdom of the man I consider both my soul mate and guiding light in life…
    http://coack_mcguirk.tripod.com/COACHMCGUIRK/

    There we go…just how I like it…short, sweet and to the point. Dig on it or go dig a grave…

    Friday, March 31, 2006

    THE GHOST OF WALTER GLASER HAUNTS THE WINGS OF MY GHOST DAD...SEND HELP! Above -- Son of Earth trio causing mass destruction opening for Bulldoze, Marauder and Fury of V. Photo credit -- B.J. Puppies


    Just when I was ready to don my beehive wig and let you know the real me via a lengthy discourse on Evie Sands, Peanut and The Goodees, this brand spankin’ new tape from Violent Students plopped it’s way through the mail slot and into the deck. Sounding like it was recorded on a ninth generation Realistic C-60, this cassette entitled ‘Bitchy Woman’ (get it? get it?) further extenuates The Studs non - existent curves and displays them for the solid block of grey, grey meat that they are. Someone yells at a black chick. Some dude throws up. It’s heavy, man. Dig it up via the Maim and Disfigure label. Mmnddsfgr@yahoo.com



    But it hasn’t been all vomit and racial slurs around the boudoir lately. No surrey bobcat. This new CDR release by the Son of Earth trio entitled ’Erotic Empire’ has made sure of that. As some of you might know, the S.O.E. are capable of creating sounds that are barely there and only sonically readable by their pulse and presence. This new batch of jams kicks it up a few notches. We’re not talkin’ Montrose or anything, but the electro-squeals are abit more apparent and all the twinkling/tinkling sounds alittle more aggressive. Dare I also say it all sounds sorta…sexy? You know, the kinda sex you would have in a dank cave on a pile of scrap metal. And we all know that kinda relations is the best kind of relations. Why dontcha mosey on over to the Apostasy site and score one of these chumps, chump. http://www.apostasyrecordings.com/ P.S.-- If you reside in the Canadian area, be sure to check out the love sludge rawk of The Believers (Two out of three S.O.E. members in that unit, y’know) as they strangle their way through your town with Sunburned Hand of the Man. Dates? I got ‘em -- March 31 --Montreal/April 1 -- Montreal/ April 2 -- Ottawa



    I don’t know where your asshole self resides, but from where I’m sittin’, Spring is coming on full and strong. As the windows open wider and the beer gets drunk earlier in the day, I need a soundtrack for this new lease on life. Luckily this copy of the Howlin’ Rain CD came in the post on the sunniest day thus far to make life just THAT MORE livable. Ethan from Comets on Fire and John Maloney of Sunburned Hand of the Man team up to produce the most legit beard swayin’ tracks to come out since The Suntanama decided to sequester themselves in the uptown lab. Shit…is that Ethan bustin’ out the Terry Reid impersonation that would make Chris Robinson hide in shame? Is Maloney bustin’ out some sweet Mick Fleetwood beats? Total good time jams for the gold tinted station wagon. And remember…don’t be afraid to Poco.




    Sometimes beauty comes in strange places. The weirdest place I’ve experienced such exquisiteness has been on this new Religious Knives single (‘Blackbird’ b/w ‘Wax and Flesh’) The destruction of past experiences has been put aside for ghostly, head spinning tracks sure to wake you from dreaming destruction on all and everyone…but that could be just me. The A Side finds Maya’s voice soaring and soaring into the phony heavens while Mikey plucks, scrapes and drops various stringed thangs in a reenactment of Black Lodge rituals. Flipside’s got a fog of droning organs and delayed beats that bring to mind mountain tops I never really knew. Rad. Hey man, bliss is cool again!




    And while we’re on both the bliss and Heavy Tapes tip…Mike gave me a whole satchel of new HT jams a few weeks ago. I must admit I’ve been listening to the second side of Fleetwood Mac’s ’Mirage’ too much to really delve into the whole batch, but the cassette that’s really stunned me thus far has been Family Underground’s ’Risen Under Altar Souls’. It seems every F.U. thing I’ve had the pleasure of hearing thus far has been a mystifying experience. Delay mania and slowly enveloping pulses might be old hat to some, but it’s the way they just throw things in out of fucking nowhere to break the tranquility that intrigues me. I think these kids might be honestly insane, and that’s why I love them. And its’ also why I love you…and you…but not you…you smell like whiskey and Demerol on a bad day. Yuck…




    Do you remember when we used to hang out and we knew what it was all about? Of course you don’t! But for those who do, step right up to Mike Simonetti’s NYHC flyer fanzine. Man, I’ve known who Simo was before shit became shampoo. He was the ‘Supertouch’ kid! Always hanging from Mark Ryan’s sweatshirt hood begging to sell shirts for the band. Little did I know this kid would become the biggest tycoon in screamo-core. I shoulda been nicer to the dude. But man, he assembled this ‘zine of flyers from Hardcore shows in the late 80’s and it’s the total obvious trip down memory lane for this old, pathetic man I call me. I could go on and on about half these shows, but I don’t wanna bore you and I figure you all know what I’m gonna say by now. Good times…great oldies! I never got into that Project X show at the Lismar Lounge, tho’… Simo did. That kinda fries my fanny. Ugh.


    As usual, most of these titles are available through the Fusetron site. Go there and give Chris all your money. He needs new binoculars. Next time, I’ll talk big shit and think I’m the best. Please…put me to the test…

    Tuesday, March 21, 2006

    ONLY EIGHT POSTS IN AND RETTMAN ADMITS TO RUNNING ON FUMES BY DREDGING UP HIS PAST...FILM @ 11...

    Once upon a time, I was an eager young man brimming with enthusiasm and hope. Wudda dummy thing to admit to. Somewhere around 1996 or so, I decided to totally ditch my britches on my Hardcore past and start this Psychedelic avant garde scum bucket type fanzine named The 200 Pound Underground. Wudda dummy move. A lot of people have shown interest in seeing the early issues from this time period, but I don’t gots. I guess as space/time/food permits, I will put up some of my ‘personal favorites’ from issues 1 through 3. I know this isn’t the same thing as holding the actual issue in your precious little hands. Tough crap. Accept loss forever and you’ll be the better man.


    Somewhere in the Spring of 1997, Jim McCarthy (formerly of The Godz) came into a record store a relative works in to take some photographs. Somewhere between the photos being snapped and the car being started, Jim’s phone number was taken down and I met up with a day or so later. I don’t remember too many details from the interview other than he wanted to get back to his apartment to yell at the handyman for installing the wrong handles on his kitchen cabinets. As usual, I am a fountain of information.


    Looking back, I see alotta cringe worthy things. A lack of punctuation, a fumbling lack of research (I really should of axed more questions about his solo LP, ‘Alien’) and a totally confusing earnestness. How the road lead from there to here, I’m totally perplexed by. If you can tell me how I went from this to that in fifty words or less, I will ride a winged serpent into your kitchen for Flag Day. No shit…


    I include the original introduction from the ‘zine as proof…



    In April of this year (1997) a blood relative of mine ran into Jim McCarthy at a local record shop. Luckily, Mr. McCarthy was cool enough to give out his phone number for a possible interview and the next thing I know I’m on the 2nd floor of some typical NYC deli having lunch and rapping with the man himself. I tell ya, sometimes it’s a sweet life. If you have yet to discover The Godz music, it’s imperative you do so immediately. Their sound reached beyone rock boundaries to scrape it’s fingernails on the walls of the great unknowable. They were soulful, chaotic, heartfelt and obnoxious all in one album. It was their music that moved Lester Bangs to scrawl down the immortal words ’Sometimes less is more’. Their first 3 releases (’Contact High’/’Godz 2’/’3rd Testament’) are the best place to start. For the less discerning types, might I also recommend Jim McCarthy’s solo LP, ’Alien’. It’s certainly not a free formed freak out, but it is an absolutely lovely little record (probably one of my all time fave ESP’s) rich with loose ’Basement Tapes’ like vibes and it’s complete with Jim doing his best Gary Brooker imiation. All the Godz records as well as ’Alien’ are available on CD via ESP XYZ and are most likely sitting in your local hipster records shop awaiting your consumption.


    Jim McCarthy: So what do you want to know?
    200LBU: I guess you all worked at a Sam Goody’s together, right?
    JM: Three of us did. Me, Paul and Larry worked there. Jay Dillon we met through Larry. He (Jay) was originally a painter. He also sold marijuana to pay the rent so that’s the main reason we hooked up with him. (Laughter)
    200LBU: So when did you originally get together to make music?
    JM: I was living at Larry’s house. I had just got out of the hospital with a case of hepatitis and had broken up with the woman I was living with, so I had to move out of her place and live with Larry temporarily. It was a pretty depressing time for me.
    200LBU: Oh really? You couldn’t tell that by the first record (obvious sarcasm followed by laughter)
    JM: Yeah…so me, Larry and Paul were hanging out one afternoon, getting high and there were all these percussive instruments lying around and out of total frustration, I got up and starting shaking a tambourine or something like that, and that’s how it all started. We all started to get up and make noise like a bunch of maniacs, expressing our frustration. Paul played guitar, Larry didn’t play anything at the time and he was working at ESP as a sales manager and he said ’Oh Bernard Stollman would love this!’ and I thought he was crazy. Up until that point, I had been in bar bands playing top 40 covers. I actually cut a record with one of them, The Dick Watson Five. The record was called ’Baker Street’ and it was our take on a Rock ’N’ Roll Broadway show. It’s pretty obscure. It doesn’t even have our names on it. I left the band because I saw The Fugs play and I was inspired by them. The reality of their music caught me and I thought ’Why am I fucking around singing other peoples’ songs when I should be expressing my own feelings?’ So I left the Dick Watson Five with no plans at all, and when we did that thing the one afternoon, it felt right and I was ready for it. So we started writing songs and then we would improvise on them. We auditioned for Bernard Stollman over the telephone.
    200LBU: Really?
    JM: We just called him up and were like ’Hey Bernard, check this out’ and we played some weird shit over the phone to him and he loved it. He gave us 2 hours of studio time to record a single and we ended up recording the whole ’Contact High’ album in that session. We recorded all the songs from beginning to end. Exactly the way you hear it.
    200LBU: Was there anyone else besides The Fugs that inspired you at the time?
    JM: Mostly English bands like The Beatles and The Stones, but it was The Fugs that definitely turned my head around. We lived in the same area as them and the whole mood of the Lower East Side at the time was right for us starving artistic types. I was searching my soul for truth and found it in what I did.
    200LBU: Did you have connection with the Velvet Underground?
    JM: When I was in the hospital for hepatitis, I was in the same ward as Lou Reed. He had hepatitis as well. Mine was infectious, his was serum. This was before either of us had recorded our first albums. We used to get together to smoke cigarettes in this little room outside the ward. We would listen to the radio and I remember his favorite song at the time was ’Red Rubber Ball’ by The Cyrkle and mine was ’I Want You’ by Dylan. After he got out of the hospital, I was walking from the east side to the west side and we both walked towards one another but didn’t say anything. When the first Velvet Underground record came out, I realized who he was and I found out that he had ’Contact High’ and liked it, so we had this mutual appreciation society. He hung out once in awhile and we played with the Velvet Underground at some place out in Long Island called the Action House. It was a big concert with The Ronnettes, The Rascals, and a few others. They had 2 or 3 stages set up for the bands to play and it was a very weird scene. I have vague memories of it because I was pretty stoned. The last time I saw Lou was after the ’Transformer’ record came out and I ran into him at Max’s one night and we just talked.
    200LBU: Did you guys have any connections with LaMonte Young?
    JM: (Confused look) Who?
    200LBU: The Theatre of Eternal Music?
    JM: (Same confused look) No. We hung out at a club called The Scene. The Scene was a hang out place for models and musicians and people would just get up and jam. Hendrix used to hang out there.
    200LBU: Did you feel any kinship with the more rock based ESP bands like Holy Modal Rounders or Pearls Before Swine?
    JM: Pearls we didn’t really care for much, but Holy Modal Rounders were cool. The ESP offices were on Fifth Street and they had a room across the hall from the offices that they were supposed to set up as a studio, but it never happened.
    200LBU: How steady of a live band were The Godz?
    JM: We played in every club in the city at least once, because after the first time, no one wanted us back. We auditioned at a club called The Night Owl which is where The Lovin’ Spoonful got their break. I’ll never forget the afternoon we auditioned, because we went into ’White Cat Heat’ and the door opened and the bouncer who was standing outside opened the door and looked at us with such incredible disbelief. It was something you had to see. Needless to say, we didn’t get the gig. We played Folk City in it’s original location. Café Wha?, Café A Go Go. I remember the Café A Go Go gig because we were thrown out of there for smoking grass in the dressing room.
    200LBU: Who were you getting to play with at these shows?
    JM: Mostly ourselves. The biggest gig we ever got was through a college rep in North Carolina at Duke University. It was after the 2nd album came out, which was our most successful period. We drove down and they put us up in these rooms over the library for the weekend. We played the Civic Center in Durham and it was a great show. There was a pretty good local blues band that opened for us and they were baffled out of their minds at why we had top billing over them (laughter)
    200LBU: So you were known outside of the NYC area at the time?
    JM: Yeah, but we’re more popular now than we ever were then.
    200LBU: Well that’s the way it always goes.
    JM: Most of our biggest fans weren’t even born then.
    200LBU: I wasn’t. Did you ever check out that Godz tribute record?
    JM: On Lissy’s? Yeah, I like it.
    200LBU: (Disapproving face)
    JM: Why? What’s wrong with it?
    200LBU: I’m just not too into those bands.
    JM: I’m just amazed someone took the effort to replicate the spirit of our music. The thing that amuses me the most is the detail they remember, because we never thought of our music in that way. It just happened.
    200LBU: I was looking at the recording dates on the back of the CD’s last night and it seemed like you guys were just kicking out the records one after another.
    JM: The first one was just like getting out foot in the door. Fortunately, Bernard loved it and put it out immediately and it fit the feeling of the music because everything happened so spontaneously. Even in the music, things just happened and it felt right.
    200LBU: I understand what you mean because The Godz were one of the first bands that helped me come to the realization that what I loved about music was the spirit and not the technicality of it. There’s things happening on those records that aren’t suppose to be happening and they’re creating these intense, heartfelt sounds.
    JM: We certainly let mistakes work in our favor. Art is about taking things that occur and letting them go and seeing what happens, and that goes for any art form. After the first album, our egos really pumped up. Larry kept insisting we were the American version of the Beatles (Laughter) By the second record, we got some decent instruments. Jay got an electric keyboard, Paul got a set of drums, Larry had my bass and I got a nice electric guitar. We played around with those instruments and got a different feel for the 2nd record. It’s the most cohesive. I recently played the CD for someone and I have to say I enjoyed listening to it. I can’t say that about the first one though, I cringe when I hear that album.
    200LBU: Really? I love that record. That was the first Godz record I ever heard. The next one I heard was the third one and I couldn’t believe it was the same band.
    JM: By the third one, we weren’t really a band. Jay had dropped out.
    200LBU: Didn’t he just disappear or something?
    JM: For some reason on another, he didn’t like how things were working out so he just went back to doing what he was doing before the band.
    200LBU: Selling pot?
    JM: No, doing artwork. At the same time, I had just gotten married and my wife was from Philadelphia, so I moved there because my father promised me a job there. I lived there for 6 months and hated it, so I moved back to NYC and we recorded the 3rd album. That record wasn’t done as a group effort, it was separate elements of our own put together. I had a handful of songs and I just went in and did them. The same thing goes for Larry. There was only one full group session.
    200LBU: Was that with the First Multitude?
    JM: We just invited all our friends down to the studio one night. Most of them weren’t musicians and we just told them ‘Play’ and it rambled on. By the time the third record came out, we had broken up and a few years passed. I started to write a lot of my own stuff and I feel that was my most prolific point. I was trying to put a band together and it just wasn’t happening.
    200LBU: What came first ‘Godzundheut’ or your solo album, ‘Alien’?
    JM: I’m pretty sure ‘Godzundheit’ came first. Larry put that one together. I just joined in for a few songs. It wasn’t a Godz record, I’ll let you that. Bernard was begging me to do a solo record and I didn’t want to record for ESP anymore. I wanted to record with a label with a good budget. Finally, I gave in and did it. We did an acoustic session first and I didn’t like it, so I talked Bernard into getting some guys together. The band on ‘Alien’ was basically a pick up band. There was a few guys from the Left Banke on there (Steve Martin and Paul Thorton -- Baroque Pop editor’s note) We ran through the songs once and all the songs on the record were done in the 1st or 2nd take.
    200LBU: Was ESP a well run label?
    JM: Bernard was a musician’s lawyer and he had clients coming in complaining about record labels ripping them off, so Bernard thought ‘Hey, why don’t I rip them off?’ (Laughter) I’m sure he doesn’t see it that way. He played his role in providing a forum for us, though.
    200LBU: Have you stayed in contact with him?
    JM: Yes. He still thinks of himself as a great benefactor. I haven’t received a royalty statement from ESP Disk since the earl 70’s.
    200LBU: You haven’t received royalties from the CD reissues?
    JM: No, Bernard made a deal with XYZ in Germany to press up a shitload of CD’s for a shitload of money and no one has seen anything. I know they’re selling…
    200LBU: It’s pretty ridiculous that he got as much money as you say considering most of those CD’s were mastered right off the vinyl.
    JM: I agree. What happened was when Bernard closed up shop and moved up state he gave the master tapes away to the bands. Larry has the master tapes for some of the Godz records. I’ve got the master tape for ‘Alien’.
    200LBU: Did you get to hang out with the Jazz musicians on ESP?
    JM: Sure. I actually worked as a photographer for Bernard when he wanted file photos for his artists. I shot Marion Brown, Gato Barbieri, etc. Marion Brown and I used to get high on the roof of the ESP building.
    200LBU: So there were no barriers between the Rock and Jazz people in ESP?
    JM: Not at all. The Jazz people dug us because we were improvisational. There was a common ground. We used to run into Sun Ra in the East Village all the time. He was a trip!
    200LBU: I can imagine. Was there anyone besides Lester Bangs who gave you guys a good write up? Maybe when you were around?
    JM: Yeah, but Lester’s thing was the definitive one on The Godz. He really knew where we were coming from. I remember the day I saw that issue of Creem on the news stand. I was working at a clothing store in the East Village and I was out on my lunch break and pick up the new issue of Creem and it reads ‘Lester Bangs on The Godz’. So, I flip through and there’s this huge write up with pictures. Lester and I spoke a few times after that. He then moved to NYC and we got friendly. At the time he was putting together a band and he wanted me to join his band.
    200LBU: Have you ever heard their record?
    JM: No, how is it?
    200LBU: He should of stuck to writing.
    JM: I went to one of their rehearsals and I wasn’t impressed.
    200LBU: So did everyone on ESP have to learn Esperanto?
    JM: Oh man! Bernard wanted us to sing in Esperanto! One time Bernard brought us into his office and he had this old geezer in there and he spoke in this Eastern European accent and he tried to teach us Esperanto and we could’ve cared less.
    200LBU: There was a study that said it would take over 200 years for Esperanto to progress over the entire planet, so it’s obvious Bernard really had a vision. (laughter)
    JM: Oh yeah! It was this exclusive upper society thing to be into Esperanto. (I had to flip the tape at this point and somehow I ended up here…) All we did was try to express our feelings honestly. We wanted to show you didn’t have to be a musical student to express yourself. Jay Dillion was the one who wanted to get intellectual with The Godz. He wanted us to go to school and teach kids how to play music.
    200LBU: What do you think of Larry’s new version of The Godz?
    JM: I think it sucks. Larry is a scary guy.
    200LBU: Mentally or physically?
    JM: Both. Back in the old days, he was real scary. We were good friends and I can’t say that anymore. The last time I saw him I couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him.
    200LBU: How long ago was this?
    JM: Three or four years ago. It was when Bernard tried to get The Godz back together. Apparently he had some gigs lined up for us in Germany and Holland. We did one gig at the Bitter End. The music sounded good but it wasn’t The Godz. We tried to record some songs and it really sucked.
    200LBU: I read a recent interview with Larry and he acted like the Godz never broke up.
    JM: In his mind they never did. He owns the name, so he thinks The Godz owe him. Paul and I were supposed to do something for that Lizzy’s comp but Larry went and did his thing.
    200LBU: That single is really bad.
    JM: I agree. The thing that pisses me off is that’s one of my songs (‘Radar Eyes’)
    200LBU: Do you still write music at all?
    JM: I don’t. I still consider myself a musician and music still means an awful lot to me but I don’t have the need to express myself through music anymore. What happened was, after the solo record so many promises were made as far as support and nothing happened. I just got turned off by music because of the music business.
    200LBU: Do you listen to any recent music?
    JM: I like The Wallflowers a lot. My musical tastes varies, but most new music I can’t get into at all. There’s not enough substance to grab on to. The most disappointing area is R&B. I remember real R&B.
    200LBU: It’s all about convenience. They just throw labels on thins even though it’s hardly what the label conveys.
    JM: I mean, I’m talking Al Green, Wilson Pickett, Otis Redding. THOSE are R&B singers. You hear them and it’s pure emotion. Even Aretha Franklin, one of my favorite singers, is singing shit these days! I’m sure there are bands just as good as them. I just don’t keep up with them.
    200LBU: Well, there’s plenty of bands keeping up the tradition of The Godz. I guess my main problem with that Godz tribute record is most of those bands are well known indie rock bands. The bands who are really sharing something with what you guys did press up their records in editions of 500 and sell them to their friends.
    JM: My basic interest is in roots music. Whether its roots rock, root blues, roots folk. I like all music as long as it’s got an element of soul to it. It doesn’t matter the category, it’s the emotion and that’s what I miss in music today. I go down to New Orleans every year for the Heritage Jazz Festival and to me it’s like Christmas. There’s this tall stage set up on a racetrack and all day long there’s music going on all the stages. You’ll see these old guys who probably have a job as a dishwasher every other day of the year, but that day they’re loved and they’ve been doing this for 40 years. They do it for the love of it, not for the money or the girls. It makes you feel good and others feel good.
    200LBU: Well, that’s what it’s all about.
    JM: Absolutely, man.
    200LBU: It’s one of those things where you can’t really put it into words, it’s just about the feeling.
    JM: Well, you know it when you feel it. I just bought the Al Green anthology last week and I’ve been a fan of his since the beginning. I put this CD on and his music still brings chills to my body and it’s so REAL and that’s what it’s all about.
    200LBU: Weren’t the Godz actually pretty good friends with Procul Harem?
    JM: I still am. The other guys weren’t so much as I was. I bought the 1st Procul Harem record at the same time I bought the 1st David Bowie and the 1st Velvet Underground album. I listened to that 1st Procul Harem records everyday regularly. In ‘68, I was working at the Sam Goody on 49th Street and someone said Procul Harem was staying at the hotel across the street. I went over there and picked up the house phone and asked for Gary Broker and he answered! So I went upstairs and introduced myself and he knew who The Godz were! The band had a photo session a year before at Michael Sullivan’s studio and he played a Godz record while he photographed them. Gary and I hit off as well as B.J. Oswald, one of, if not THEE greatest rock drummers ever. A real strong friendship.
    200LBU: My last questions is an obvious one. I guess drugs played an important role in The Godz’ music.
    JM: Yeah. We smoked grass and hash. We tripped on acid. Did speed occasionally.
    200LBU: From what I’ve read about NYC in the late 60’s, speed was pretty much the drug of choice.
    JM: We didn’t do it that much. We didn’t do acid that much either. Maybe like once a month.
    200LBU: Oh, once a month, that’s it? What was that? Doctors’ orders?
    JM: It was a required thing at the time.
    200LBU: It’s certainly required thing while listening to it.
    JM: It helps!200LBU: I know the first time I heard The Godz, I was incredibly stoned.
    JM: Well, if it’s any consolation to you, Paul still smokes joints like they’re cigarettes.
    200LBU: Yeah…that makes me happy.




    ---AND IF THE LAZINESS AIN'T APPARENT ENOUGH---

    Sometime next time, we'll chat about the new Violent Students cassette on Main + Disfigured and Simos' flyer 'zine and the new Loosers thing on Our Mouth and other stuffs. Until then...don't bother me....I'm mulling...

    Sunday, March 12, 2006

    ...THE HOBBIT THAT TURNS MY CRANKCASE IS DEPRESSED AND NEEDS THERAPY... ...AND I WON'T EVEN TELL YOU ABOUT MY UNICORN AIR FRESHENER...


    Sometimes here at the ole 200LBU Headquarters, we like to let down all five of our hairs, light some aroma therapy candles and put the Tampere S.S. seven inchers aside for a day. When a mood such as this hits us, we bust into a special pile of wax and tracks that takes us away like lysergic Calgon. Always sitting high and mighty in said stack is the re-issue of the 1968 classic by Chrysalis entitled ‘Definition’. Chrysalis were a gaggle of New York freaks who managed to sound like the finer things coming from England and the west coast of their own country while still maintaining their east coast peculiarisms. The opening ’What Will Become of the Morning?’ is like early Canterbury moves interpreted by Curt Boetcher or something. Stuff that’ll make ya wanna tip toe through the long grass with the finest hooker you can find on your dead end street. ’April Grove’ is total first LP Fairport Convention, even if this Nancy Nairn chick ain’t no Judy Dyble, or even Judi Dench for that matter. Parts of this might get too hippy vaudeville for some of your asses, but anyone who doesn’t thrill to the thought of a draft dodger with a garder belt on his arm can go suck a ski cap. It sorta fries my cheese that there’s some beyond middle-aged-pony-tailed-doobage addict who probably has an original of this rotting away in his collection due to it’s inclusion of Spider Barbour. He should just give the bastard to me. I need it more.

    Tuesday, March 07, 2006

    FACT # 827 -- PICTURES OF CHICKS WITH CATS PUTS ASSES IN THE SEATS...
    …IT’S EVIE’S WORLD….WE JUST LIVE IN IT…

    Sadly, I have a rotation of songs that run through my head when I’m doing my daily grind for the money. In the past few weeks, it’s included everything from ‘I Can Hear The Grass Grow’ by The Move to ‘Bats Ain’t For Baseball’ by Lockjaw. What can I say? I truly suck. But for the past few weeks, there’s a certain tune I can’t get outta my friggin’ skull that‘s been leavin‘ both Roy and The Slayer Hippy in the dust. ‘Hey Girls? /How’s it goin’?/ How’s your week been so far?/ I gotta the gift that keeps on givin’/It’s called ELECTRIC GUITAR!!!’. A howl of inept wailing bleeds through the words before the track dilapidates on top of it’s self and the creator blurts out ‘I Gotta Get Some Gum’. It’s just then I hit ‘pause’ in my head and think I’m actually sorta happy. This moment of half way decentness is brought to me by the Home Blitz 7” single recently released by the home blitzer himself, Daniel DiMaggio. This little hairball of enthusiasm has produced a three song single that jumps all over itself in jumbled guitars, happy-go-boom primitive pop moves and a snotty vocal delivery that would choke up even the blondest of giants. I’ll list Daniel’s e-mail at the end of this report. Do yourself the biggest flavor you can and snag it while you still can.


    On Tuesday nights, my roommate is usually scratching out lotto tickets at the bodega for hours on end. I knew this would be the perfect time to bust out this new CD by Colossal Yes and don my mint tinted ascot while eating funyuns. Once I heard the creaky door slam and his footsteps drift out into the dark urban night, I started blasting the disc at a thunderous roar and wept into my deep fried treats at all those melancholy pop jams. I wept so hard that I was awoken a few hours later by my roommate shaking me conscious on the couch. He questioned what the hell the deal was with the ascot. I muttered something about a salute to our fallen hero, Don Knotts. He actually bought it and I went to bed wiping much sweat from my brow. Another dodged embarrassing moment. The story of my life. But that moment hasn’t stopped me from listening to this thing for many moments in the past few days. Do any one of you have a deep buried copy of the June and The Exit Wounds CD somewhere in your caverns? You damn sissy. Join the club! Anyone whose not afraid to enjoy a nice brass arrangement, come on over to the crib for a listen. You can wear your blazer if you want as well. I DON’T JUDGE.


    Although it might cost ya the price of your weekly beer budget, you really can’t go wrong picking up this new Loosers lp on Qbico entitled 'Bully Bones’. Where previous releases find these slick devils slipping into too much of a ‘song’ mode, this one is pure smoke and abstraction from the get go. Looped strings, maracas madness and hilltop vocal drones that’ll send many a beard a swayin’. Light your windows to this on a good night and lemme know how it feels...


    I’m sure most of you out there are collecting all our sheckles in big burlap sacks to spend at next week’s No Fun Fest. You’ll fly from god knows where to spend all your hard earned dime on cassettes wrapped in boogers and tinfoil while making sure your ski cap looks ‘just right’. God bless ya, you crazy bastard. While taking in the trade show, make sure you find ole Beardy Bernstein to secure volume two in the continuing Hive Mind/Workbench split LP series being done up by Heavy Tapes and Chrondritic Sound. The Hive Mind side is the pure wormhole sound we expect in our creamiest of nightmares. Workbench’s half is more of a throbbing flicker that fogs the mind and drains the pockets. Dig that fancy cover!


    Before you go off to some gross porn site, check out some of the finest non-smutty pickins on the ole inner web. My hero in free dudedom, Eddie Flowers, has got the Slippy Town News site up and running and it’s a joy to read. Sights and sound are considered with great aplomb while none other than Brucie Cole shows you his live Stooges photos from 1974. Do you know how lucky you are? Sometimes I wonder… The proprietor of Philadelphia Record Exchange used to shoe me and my pals away when we would paw through issues of Siltbreeze fanzine in his store. I guess he thought it wasn’t cool for fifteen year olds to see picture of naked fat women in his establishment. Well, he can’t say nothing now that the ole Siltblog is there on the cyber thing for people of all ages to see. No sick nudie pix as of yet, but there’s talk of sounds no one in their right mind has ever heard of, which means you’ll be right at home, freak. While you're there, go to the Silt site and load up on Sunshine Superscum singles. Tom’ll be glad ya did.

    Home Blitz jam available at homeblitz@gmail.com Colossal Yes available through Midheaven. Loosers and Workbench/Hive Mind things from Fusetron. http://www.slippytown.com/ for your Flower needs. http://siltblog.blogspot.com/ for all your short ordering needs. Gorge on it, skinny.


    And what kinda of collection of crappy blurbs would this be without a You Tube link? Bust out your braces for this one, ya yarn boys…
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxEY4gMEujQ&search=cockney%20rejects

    Friday, February 24, 2006

    FACT #909-- DUDES WHO LOOK LIKE THOMAS DOLBY DO NOT LISTEN TO BLITZ... If you would like proof, just take a peep at this -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OD9yl_V3Azw


    Anyone who is no-one knows Paul Major is the real deal. An encyclopedia on barely existent Psych and Hard Rock jams from the 60’s and 70’s…the guitarist for the constantly delivering Endless Boogie…record dealer extraordinaire…provider of whacky records to David Letterman (whuh?) The man is an interview waiting to happen, more or less. So when some certain someone told me of a certain moment in time when Paul guest deejayed on WNYU back in the early 90’s, you know I had to hear it. And hear it I did! The dupe provided to me hasn’t left the deck in days. Paul expounds on tales from the marshmallow dimension (through tons of echo of course) while playing obscure 60’s/70’s jams by Morgen, Curtis Knight, Spare Change, John Scoggins, Arthur Lee Harper, etc. It’s a true late night boiner. Hopefully one day you’ll turn on to it. Don’t look at me though…I don’t believe in sharing…and I smoke and I don’t vote….SO THERE!


    Jakob Olausson is a Swedish cat who usually records under the moniker of the Joshua Jugband Five. From what I remember of the CDR released on the Slippytown label a few years back, the JJ5 stuff was the kinda fuzzed out hippy dementia that would drive both punkers and grandmas out of the room in disgust. This ’solo’ LP of his on DeStijl, ’Moonlight Farm’ isn’t too disturbing at all. In fact, it’s downright beautiful. Jakob’s lonerisms sound legit and the way he shoots them across the night sky is something that’ll please anyone who was knocked out by Benny Chasny’s first vinyl etchings or St.Mikael’s first one. It’s the kinda record that fetches the slippers and the pipe and lets you know the day is over…even when it’s 10 a.m. Just my style.



    The fact Jessica Rylan releases records, tapes, CDR’s, commemorative plates, etc. is one more reason for getting up off your gray mat in the morning. Heavy Tapes just did up a new cassette by her entitled ‘Flight To The Ivory Tower/Total Confusion Recreation’ and it’s yet another gem in her long line of ‘em. Jessica’s willingness to let the sounds broadcasting from her electronics just lay and flail and collapse and do whatever they wanna do is pretty refreshing in this day and age of the tight fisted noisenik. But you don’t have to listen to me if you don’t want to. I mean…look at me! I’m covered in cat hair!!! Gross!!!

    Most of the above is available at the Fusetron website. Dig it...


    O.K….that’s more than enough for now. Next time around there’ll be craptastic writing on Mouthus, Hive Mind, Workbench, The Loosers, Home Blitz and maybe all that other stuff I always mention in the other entries that I never get around to. We’ll see…
    P.S. -- FANX! To Disco Danny D. for the Blitz linkage.

    Sunday, February 19, 2006

    HOW I EVER BECAME THE REVEREND NORB FOR CRAP ROCK, I'LL NEVER KNOW... I had read Eva Salens' blog (A.K.A. Inca Ore) before hearing any of her music. Her site was crammed with narcotic fueled ramblings concerning living on a pot farm, wearing ill fitting clothing and tap dancing for Jackie O-Motherfather. As you can imagine, I was highly intrigued. I heard that a CDR of her actual sounds was available on the Jyrk imprint, but I never got around to picking it up. . . What can I say? I'm a sloth. So you better believe I was stoked when I found out the Weird Forest label had re-issued the thing on vinyl in a stunning silk-screened cover. Almost makes it worth being a slow moving slug like me. All you get here is Eva's voice layered and stretched and phased into a weightless heaven where snowmen melt slowly and surely. Sometimes I wish this is what it sounded like when I hummed to myself. Sometimes I wish I could broadcast this through a crappy p.a. system in a church basement. And then sometimes I wish I had a REALLY GOOD sandwhich. Unfortunatly, wishes sometimes never come true. Maybe if you pick this album up, you'll imagine a wish came true and you'll be happy for a second. Who knows...


    I recall having a phone conversation with John Olson back in the early 00’s where he told me the original guitarist for Universal Indians had serious ‘Neil Young damage’. Some of those U.I. rock jams had some serious slo-mo action going on, but I never really understood what he was on about until I scored this newly released LP of old U.I recordings entitled 'Monster Approach' on the Killer Tree label. The first jam, ‘Place In The Sun’, is a full-on, jacked up rocker, but from there the record rides into a totally nuclear sunset. Ever have a dream about a Zuma Beach tidal wave hitting Detroit to clean Pappy Brannon’s soul clean? If so, you need this disc. You poor, poor soul...


    Word from a bird tells me Philadelphia’s Violent Students has just released their CD on the estimable Parts Unknown label outta the Jersey Shore. I’ve had a copy of this thing for awhile now and I gotta tell you it’s the most heinous thing you could buy this year, thus far. No one else has the nerve to turn the riff from ‘Seekers Of The Truth’ into a fifteen minute throb rock opus like these guys do. All the heartless insanity you expect from your pastey noise icons is right here, no doubt about it. Pick it up now before some jerk ass on some other website tells you how he ‘discovered’ them. Those kinda people…they’re not good people. Linkage to the Parts Unknown label below…


    In the ‘get now while the getting’s good’ department…Be sure to trek over to the Midheaven site to score yourself a re-issue of Gauze’s classic debut LP from 1984, lovingly entitled ‘Fuckheads’. This record is the Japanese equivalent to ‘Damaged’ or ‘Tied Down’ in sheer, vicious invention. You need it. I tell ya… the more I write this crap, the more I feel like Mike Tyson. Christ...


    I know this disc is old news to most people who wear velvet on a daily basis, but the Akarma label has just done up a hockey puck thick vinyl re-issue of the Brit Prog Rock classic ‘It’ll All Work Out In Boomtown’ by T2. Although this disc fills all the tills as far as being overblown and highly theatric, it kinda bowled me over at how musically ambitious it was. Tons of brass makes the tracks abit more lively than the usual Dungeons and Dragons affair and the trios’ willingness to let loose abit (Check the side lone track ‘Morning’) makes me think these guys wouldn’t of suckled at Greg Lake’s twelve string if he ordered them to. That’s cool. The guitarist for T2, Keith Cross, put out an excellent album a few years after this with a dude named Peter Ross. It’s entitled ‘Bored Civilians’ and it’s on Decca. If you ever find a copy, you should send it to me…got it?


    Oh yeah, for those who care, 200LBU#5 is now available. It contains too many reviews and a history lesson on Finish Kiddie Core legends, The Demars. E-mail me at trettman@hotmail.com and we’ll go from there.



    If you actually care about any of this stuff, get with these people and they’ll help you out--
    http://www.fusetronsound.com/
    http://www.partsunknownrecords.com/
    http://www.midheaven.com/
    http://www.forcedexposure.com/
    Next time around will I dare and try to write about this Vex’D double CD? Or Cher’s ‘3614 Jackson Highway’ or the latest Jakob Olausson LP on DeStijl? Will I go on for virtual pages about Evie Sands? While you ponder these and many other questions, check out my newest hero -- http://www.dylanmoranrules.com/
    Until Then…

    Sunday, February 05, 2006





    FIND AS MANY HARDCORE CELEBRITIES AS I DID AND WIN YOURSELF A SHINY NEW PONY!

    http://www.youtube.com/w/Fear-Live-On-SNL?v=o7Xtpf-ZKXU&search=fear%20SNL

    So far I see Sab, Bloodclot, Harley, Tesco and so much more! Oh tell me, oh tell me who you see!

    Uh...yeah...

    BLUES CONTROL/AWESOME KU-LAIR/PENGO/FAITH HEALERS (?)/STINKY TURNER TELLS ALL!...

    So you think you've seen and heard it all as far as overblown abstract heavy rock goes? What? You didn't say that? Oh sorry...it's these new glasses. Make everything sound so blurry. But Blues Control do seem to be on to something in the (uh...um...) 'genre' mentioned above. Sorry to hear you bought that thirty dollar Tetuzi Akiyama album when you could of been blown away by B.C.s' robo boogie for mere pennies via this cassette. Go here and they'll sort you out: --//whitetapes.8m.com/tapes.html

    When a fellow came to my New Years' Eve party and was eyeing up my Four Skins collection, I knew I was onto someone who was either going to be a pal or an enemy. Luckily, he just became an acquaintance who sort of remembers my name and he's in a band named Awesome Color. A.C. don't play no bootboy anthems, but they do pull out a pretty muscular brew of Detroit sound/rock action for the pretty people. I am by no stretch of the imagination 'pretty', but I still am allowed to enjoy the sounds and stand there looking like my cat just died while everyone gyrates and such around me. Yah know...Sometimes those pretty people can be SO nice. The only thing I can do is direct you to their 'myspace' page (What the hell is that?) I guess you can catch up with them there and you can talk about how great that bowl of Grape Nuts you ate today was. Once again...'ugh' --http://www.myspace.com/awesomecolor

    Rochester's Pengo have carved out a truly unique spot for themselves in the past few years. Live, they can sometimes come off like some manic tribal ritual that would of taken place on the Spahn Ranch right before a creepy crawl. Their recorded output can be a confusing though fulfilling stew of found audio, grey noise clouds and ham fisted guitar wrenching that would send any strong blooded struggler for the Geritol in no time. This double disc set, entitled 'Alchemy and Bullshit', is made up of various live recordings done around their hometown a few years back and it showcases the various forms of dementia this unit is capable of. The first disc is a perfect soundtrack for a late night wander through old newspaper clippings and various forms of mildew found behind the toilet. The boys attempt to cover Blue Oyster Cult, Thin Lizzy, Negative Approach and Organization only to end up sounding like pygmies dropped off in the middle of Sunflower City with only a bamboo shoot and a paper thin guitar pick to fend with. The gem of this disc is the closing 'Official Genius' which meanders through much fog and steam to relieve itself in a way only Captain Beefheart or Ansley Dunbar would find fitting. How quaint. The second disc is made up of shorter pieces of subtle mud slapped guitar crap that'll have ya heavin' in no time. Swap a copy of your Hunger Artist 12" to the fine folks at the Carbon label and maybe they'll throw ya one -- http://www.carbonrecords.com/

    When I think of Th' Faith Healers, my mind reels back to a condominium in Newtown, Pennsylvania where a late teen/early twenties buddy lived with his mother. Their debut LP would spin ad infinitum there while bong loads of righteous boo and other narcotics were stupidly consumed. Their cover of 'Mother Sky' made me pester my brother to finally let me borrow all those Can records he'd been going on about for years and I generally consider the disc to be one of the many eye openers in this pointless musical journey I've been on my whole life. Have I listened to it in the past ten years? Of course not. To be honest, I think I might have sold it off years ago. So, hearing this new collection of John Peel sessions (on the BaDaBing! label) at this point in my life has been a strange experience. Lots of cringes and half smiles have been made while listening to it, but that could just be me. There's no doubt Th' Faith Healers were head and shoulders above the many limey contestants in the My Bloody Valentine sweepstakes of the early nineties. Where many were merely trying to collapse under the weight of their pop sensibilities and a junked up surging guitar sound, these chumps still sound like they were not in control of the sounds they were creating. The beefy swirl of Tom Cullinan's guitar sound still packs a wallop as it manages to deteriorate the surroundings of everything surrounding it. And the heave on tracks like 'Get The Fuck Out Of My face' and 'Ooh La La' keep such a tight clench on the U.K. Punk sound of the early eighties, you'd think this shit might of came out on the Riot City or No Future label. Nostalgia is a concoction I never want to taste, so I'm in total denial to the reasoning that this might be the basis on why I enjoy this disc so much. I mean, shit...the last thing I want to re-live is smoking codeine and peeing my pants. Let's just say there's still room in my dark little heart for this and 'Loveless' and 'Dirty' and 'Shoulder Voices' for the mere reason they merged the dissident noise I loved as a young punker with the pop hooks that we all long for in our deepest dreams, no matter how many C.O.C. records we ever owned. End of sermon. Pay as you leave. http://www.badabingrecords.com/

    WHY LISTEN TO SOMETHING THAT YOU'RE NOT?--Sometime soon there will be more pointless musing on Universal Indians, Mouthus, Inca Ore, The Allied, Violent Students, Attak, Douglas Bregger, Can't, and more in-depth analysis on the meaning behind many of the Cockney Rejects lyrics...

    Friday, February 03, 2006


    FIRST, WE'LL TALK ABOUT THIS RAD ASS JOHNNY WASTE INTERVIEW AND THEN WE'LL TALK ABOUT TWINKLE...

    Yo dudes/dudettes--

    Check out this interview conducted circa NOW with Johnny Waste, guitarist for that almighty first string NYHC band, Urban Waste. Coulda done with more stories of sketchy NYHC street life circa '82, but the piece is interesting/informative/entertaining nonetheless. Catch it here--http://bareboneshardcore.blogspot.com/

    And since I'm in the mood to smash skulls and skank hard, why don't we talk about some female British singers from the mid sixties? Twinkle strutted into the British music scene in 1964 with the rather creepy but beautiful self penned tune, 'Terry', an homage to a boyfriend who died in a tragic 'motor bike' accident. Yeah...a guy named Terry being a tough British biker...I can see that. Anywhos, the song went to number four on the U.K. charts and primed Twinkle to release a string of singles in England that didn't really match the success of 'Terry', but still made grown men want to don beehive wigs and wear white lipstick. Some of you might know her track 'Golden Lights', which was covered by The Smiths and was the B-Side to the 12" single of 'Ask'. Yes, I knew that off the top of my head. You can stop reading at this point if you want. I understand. That label I love so much, RPM, did up a CD a few years back compiling all of Twinkle's singles entitled 'Golden Lights' and it's quite something, let me tell you. The dichotomy in the material is somewhat disorienting. Tracks like 'Tommy', 'Poor Old Johnny' and 'I Need Your Hand In Mine' stick in the 'Cor blimey! Me boyfriend done left me and/or died' vein and might have you droppin' a salty tear for ole Twinkie. But then there's 'Ain't Nobody Home But Me', 'Take Me To The Dance' and 'What Am I Doing Here With You?', tracks that make you long for some adolescent innocence you never had. But I think I see a theme here...Twinkle meets boy at dance...or invites him over to her parents' barren house...or meets him in some strange town and has a fling...AND THEN HE DIES! Remind me never to go over her house for tea and blood pudding. But man, if you track this down (plenty of 'em over at Overstock.com) it'll have ya floatin' on clouds. More so than that live Warzone set with Tommy Rat singing? Well...I never said that...