I tried to find a photo of the buttons or bumperstickers that accompanied the Knack backlash to no avail. I remember the hatred very well.
Author: Jay Hinman

Another terrific post over on Waitakere Walks, this one on the UK press’ response to US-based punk in the late 70s.
I’m a stone-cold sucker for wacky girl-group songs of the 50s/60s, particularly if there’s lots of whooping and hollering in the background, and especially if there’s a lone male in the mix doing a frog-voice vocal fry to make the proceedings even nuttier. Thus, “Low Grades and High Fever” by LINDA LAINE (WITH THE SINNERS) wins high marks across the board from me, as I’m sure it will from you.
I know there are folks who thought Texas’ MARKED MEN were the hottest garage/punk thing of the past ten years, and if this were their only track, I’d totally believe ‘em. From a split EP they did with another band called “This is My Face” or something inane like that, and it’s called “Whip Me”. Punkers!
The rest of the Marked Men stuff I’ve heard – which granted, is not the whole catalog – is medio-cre at best, leaning closer in the singalong, hook-filled Green Day mode than toward the dirty and the true. And the guy singing on this track doesn’t sing most of those tracks either. Enjoy this and let me know if I’m wrong.
This slobbering, uncaged classic from 1980 is so dumb and obnoxious, you’d have been forgiven for thinking that it was a “punk scare” warning record made to encourage parents to search their teenagers’ record collections. Perhaps the producers of punk-themed episodes of “Quincy” or “CHiPS”, the Christian church or the Young Republicans of Terra Haute, Indiana could have pulled it off – but not as well as Indiana’s THE PANICS did. What a monster record!

Cool article on the history of NEW YORK ROCKER magazine from Perfect Sound Forever this month.
Dynamite Hemorrhage wants you to get your spastic groove on vis-a-vis the currently active, London-based band CHAPTER 24. Their latest 45 on Odd Box Records, “Spindle/4454”, is a frantic, speedy shard of postpunk & is the best thing we’ve heard from them (there were two very good singles before this one as well).

The new Mudhoney documentary “I’M NOW” is something I participated in as an interviewee a couple of years ago, but I’ve yet to see it. Check it – I’m even listed in the cast – last in a field of dozens!
Anyone remember Soul Asylum? No one? Well, they were actually a pretty smokin’ band at one point in their career, and from 1986-88 or so, I saw them live nearly a dozen times. They had a second life in the 1990s as a sell-out MOR/Americana band and are primarily remembered as such, when they are remembered at all. They were an absolute powerhouse live during the time of their albums “Made To Be Broken” and “While You Were Out” – raw, loud, melodic but meaty Midwestern hair-flying indie rock. I can see Dave Pirner’s greasy hair in my face right now. Brrr.
It’s probably a stretch to call New York’s SWEARIN’ an “heir” to Soul Asylum’s big-guitar 80s sound, but that’s what I’m hearing when I listen to their very solid album conveniently called “Swearin’”. Just swap out Pirner and put in a brash, confident female voice on most songs; then update the music with 25 years of “learning”, but still keep it in the Midwestern tradition of simple, hook-driven big guitar rock and roll. Usually a recipe for mediocrity, but definitely not here. Hell, the singer got herself into the New York Times a couple Sundays ago, along with her twin sister. They might be opening a Keith Richards tour, a la Soul Asylum, any day now. Listen to this song from this year’s record and let us know what you think.

