
The greatest pop music of the 1960s was recorded by a woman known as CLOTHILDE in France. This is not hyperbole, as you will discover when I start posting some of her songs for you on Dynamite Hemorrhage next week.

The greatest pop music of the 1960s was recorded by a woman known as CLOTHILDE in France. This is not hyperbole, as you will discover when I start posting some of her songs for you on Dynamite Hemorrhage next week.

Since we’re posting fanzine scans, why not take a gander at the last one I made? This is SUPERDOPE #8, which came out in 1998. I have plenty of extra copies, for what it’s worth, and will mail one anywhere in the world if you’ve got $3 to Paypal me at jayhinman@hotmail.com. $4 for Canada, $6 everywhere else.
It contains a long article called “45 45s That Moved Heaven and Earth” and is exactly what it sounds like. There are reviews of more current records of the era as well.
This is a raw-throated punk smoker from a defunct Memphis band called THE OSCARS. Not sure whom I believe about this one. Were they a late 90s band, whose single from whence this comes was delayed until 2007? Or did it emanate from only a mere half decade ago, and is thus nearly an artifact of our age?
Perhaps only the wisest of sages know the truth.

Issue #2 of the Patti Smith Group fanzine ANOTHER DIMENSION, covering Patti bootlegs, live shows and loads of related Patti ephemera.
Here’s a spasmodic track by tempo-shifting, post-hardcore noisemakers HONEYSUCK that caught my eardrums. Remember a San Francisco band called So So Many White White Tigers? I didn’t think so, but let me tell ya, this band sounds like ‘em, female vocals and all! Crazed stuff from Western Massachusetts.

Fanzine ad for MONOSHOCK’s first 45 on Womb Records, which happened to be my label. This happened to also be the only ad I ever created for the label as well.
Extra-embarrassing because I quoted my own review of the band (!).
1967 Bo Diddley-meets-heavy UK psych-meets The Hampton Grease Band (who hadn’t even started playing yet) from Mick Farren’s DEVIANTS. “Garbage” is one of their deservedly-recognized classics. From the album “Ptooff!”.

Over the years I’ve penned a handful of liner notes that have ended up on records and compact disc recordings. With one exception, this was unpaid work, for which I was exceptionably happy to work for “free”. I’ve got an ego like anyone else, but I also am happy to lend my name and purple prose to a release by a band or label I’m smitten with.
Maybe you have some of these in your collection. Take a look inside or on the back. I might be looking back at ya.

This is Issue #7 of the fanzine I used to put out in the 90s called SUPERDOPE. This one’s from 1994; I took a four year break after this one, and came back with a final issue in early 1998.
DOO RAG don’t necessarily wear well with 18 years of hindsight, but at the time they’d just been through San Francisco and played three shows, all of which I saw. What a hoot. I mean, there was a guy named Thermos in the band, and it was the right time for a band to play twisted, fact-paced delta-slide blues on vacuum cleaners and cardboard boxes.
I’ll try to scan the entire magazine and post it here and on The Hedonist Jive soon.

Remember the Committee In Solidarity With The People of El Salvador, aka CISPES? I do! So do Dinosaur Jr., otherwise known as Dinosaur right about then (‘86).