From Music Ruined My Life blog and Jet Lag fanzine.
Author: Jay Hinman
Partytime keyboard punk slammalama from New Mexico’s RONDELLES, circa 1998. It’s called “Shimmy-Becker”. Here’s a belated appreciation I wrote up on the band on my other blog.

Lisa from New York’s HONEYMOON KILLERS, taken from the pages of Away From The Pulsebeat fanzine in 1987. They were a mediocre horror/garage/noise band around this time, with three nearly identical albums, but really started busting out in the following couple of years. Really roaring there at the end, as captured on their one and only Sub Pop 45.

XYX, live at Beerland, Austin TX, May 2009.
One of the more remarkable bands of the past five years was Mexico’s XYX, who’ve unfortunately hung up the spikes and the delay pedals. Their first EP on S-S Records was a real brain eraser, a bass/drums-only frantic panic attack with female vocals and distorted reverb from here to Moldava. That was followed by a second (lesser) 45, a quick couple of jaunts into the USA for live shows (one of which I was fortunate to see, in San Francisco), and then a posthumous final LP, “Teatro Negro”, this year.
Anhelo Escalante is a phenomenal frontwoman and bassist, a whirling ball of energy with a spat/sang manner of pushing out Spanish-language blurts and taunts. Drummer Mou Ortiz is a pounder par excellence. The final record is an 11-song blast that’s half ghostly, echoing noise jams and another half more like that first EP – direct, gut-punch garage noise played at fast tempos. Here’s one of the latter, “Sobrenada”, which also has the distinction of almost having a sort of “rap” vibe to it.
Gregg Turner, then very active in the Angry Samoans, writing about THE FLESH EATERS in CREEM magazine, circa 1983.
This morning I listened to a podcast version of a old KXLU show from 1988 hosted by “Adam Bomb” in LA, whom I believe was actually Pat Hoed from the band The Nip Drivers. He “interviewed” ANARCHY 6, the best phony hardcore punk band of all time, which featured the Redd Kross McDonald brothers ripping it up Circle One/Suicidal style.
The interview wears thin pretty fast, although they said some pretty great stuff. They were playing the tiny Anti-Club later that night, and mentioned that it was “the first Gary Tovar show ever held at the Anti-Club”. Tovar and his Goldenvoice concerts were putting on mega-spectacular hardcore shows at the time at the huge Olympic Auditorium and sometimes the Santa Monica Civic.
They also opined that “you have to look fast to be fast”, and so to play hardcore, you’d better cut your hair, hippie. To the best of my knowledge, the show at the Anti-Club that night was the only show the band ever played, and I actually drove down w/ my cousin from Santa Barbara and went to it. It was hilarious.
The band backing up the McDonald brothers were Phil and Dave from SIN 34. They played about 15 minutes, skanked a bunch on stage and in the pit with the rest of us, and at the end Steve McDonald’s bandana was torn from his head and his long hair came spilling out. They kept making jokes I didn’t understand about “breaking Julie out of jail” (Julie being Julie Lanfeld of Sin 34). And they did the song you see here, their only documented online performance, from the movie “Lovedolls Superstar”. Totally, totally ‘core.

Early 1990s fanzine from San Diego called OSMOTIC TONGUE PRESSURE, named after a Richard Meltzer-ism of unknown provenance. The guy behind this, Mike Kinney, is unfortunately no longer with us. I know they did at least five of these things, but this is the only one I ever had.
My life has been enriched with the recent discovery of this track, “Plastic Cowboy” by Scotland’s THE YUMMY FUR from 1996. The whole album “Night Club” they put out on Slampt that year is in this vein; crooked, repetition-laden garage comedy with an impenetrable Scottish accent. It’s all good, and this one’s the best. “He dance with Indian”.

Throbbing Gristle, Vox Pop, SWA @ Veterans Auditorium. 1981
Can you imagine how bummed you’d have been to have come to this legendary show but had to stand through SWA to get there…?

