
Look what just came out this week. More information here.

Look what just came out this week. More information here.

As if the world needed another blog or Tumblr – I’ve started another one. It’s called FINAL SOUNDS, and it’s devoted to non-rocknroll, outside and underground music you won’t typically see on Dynamite Hemorrhage, but sounds which we nonetheless like to spend some portion of our time with, particularly lately.
I posted a whole manifesto about what drove me to start it, if you’re interested.
With any degree of commitment – absolutely not assured in my case, as I have a pretty checkered past positively littered with abandoned projects (Celluloid Couch, anyone?), it’ll exist peacefully, side by side, with the ‘Hemorrhage. Rockers to one side, freaks to the other.
Come check it out and follow it if you think it’s something you’d be interested in. There’s a Twitter as well.
After a painful 3-week absence from our studio and mixing desk, by which I mean aging laptop, we’ve returned with a new hour-long DYNAMITE HEMORRHAGE RADIO (#53) for you and yours & for the people, too. Loaded with new bangers and ragers from around the rocknroll milieu. Some of the aforementioned: Constant Mongrel, Lime Crush, SROS Lords, Birds of Avalon, Coma in Algiers, Sissy, The Dance Asthmatics and Penny Machine. Whew.
What’s more, we didn’t stop there. We also added library material from The Meat Puppets (pictured here, back in 1980); The Silver; Coolies; Rotters; Flesh Eaters; Dacios and much, much more. Couldn’t believe what an unmitigated delight it was to put it together for you. Sincerely hope it plays as well on your end.
Download Dynamite Hemorrhage Radio #53 here.
Stream or download it on Soundcloud here.
Stream the thing on Mixcloud here.
Subscribe to the podcast on iTunes here.
Track listing:
CONSTANT MONGREL – The Law
SISSY – Sail and Rail
THE ROTTERS – Sink The Whales (Buy Japanese Goods)
THE MAD – Mask
THE SILVER – No More Grease
MEAT PUPPETS – Out in the Gardener
THE MOTARDS – The Fast Song
THE DACIOS – Monkey’s Blood
SIC ALPS – Clarence
WHITE FENCE – Destroy Everthing
GROWTH – Blind Voice
LIME CRUSH – Baby
THE COOLIES – Dark Stormy Night
SROS LORDS – Jesse’s Girl
FLESH EATERS – Pony Dress
PENNY MACHINE – Ruthies
DANCE ASTHMATICS – Liquid Lunch
COMA IN ALGIERS – Freeland
BIRDS OF AVALON – Disappeance
Some past shows:
Dynamite Hemorrhage #52 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #51 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #50 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #49 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #48 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #47 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #46 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #45 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #44 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #43 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #42 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #41 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #40 (playlist)

Some very kind words for the ‘Hemorrhage by Jeremy Cargill on this robust Best-of-2014 list from UGLY THINGS:
Dynamite Hemorrhage fanzine
Former editor of ‘90s zine SUPERDOPE, and blogs too many to mention—though, I should give special nod to his long defunct Detailed Twang blog—Jay Hinman (aided by Erika Elizabeth) returns to the printed page with Dynamite Hemorrhage. Jay is an unflaggingly voracious imbiber of countercultural phenomena vintage and contemporary who relays his finds in an approachable, perceptive and intelligent manner, and has found his perfect foil to toil more in the poppier side of things with Elizabeth (outside the aural destruction and deconstruction Hinman favors). Having made my way through the first 68-page issue—which featured the Flesh Eaters’ mainman Chris D. on the cover, plus features of praise’n’appraisal of Sally Skull, Bona Dish and a lengthy review section—the 2nd issue is warming my bedroom side table with Aussie cult hero Bill Direen gracing the cover, a Tim Warren interview discussing the new BFTG’s, a ‘70s Jamaican Dub primer, coverage of Honey Radar and another round o’ reviews.
We’ll take it! Thanks to Cargill for writing us up. Read the whole thing here.
GROWTH are one of the lesser-heard great bands of our time. This live show in Santa Barbara from over the summer confirms it.
They’re a three-woman Swedish band, working out of Stockholm initially but now spread in different locations, making it difficult to record. To date there’s been one 45 and one cassette – a total of 4 songs, all fantastically dark, well-spaced, messy soul-eating garage blues, in the vein of Come, Little Claw and other leading lights of bummer rock.
Growth hoofed it across the west coast of the USA over the summer; I even helped them a ‘lil bit with the itinerary after writing them a frothing fan letter, but didn’t get to see them because I myself was living in Scandinavia over the summer, a mere 6 hours’ drive from them. They couldn’t put together any shows in my honor while I was there, probably because the entire nations of Norway and Sweden go on vacation June, July and August.
I think you’ll wanna check them out if you haven’t heard them yet. They’re still together, and Annie, Hillevi and Elizabeth promise new music later this year.
Buy their “The Flood/Turn” 45 on Human Audio or buy the individual tracks on Bandcamp.
Listen to their 2-song cassette on Ljudkassett.
Watch a video of the band playing “Blind Voice”.
Download this 30-minute set of the band live in Santa Barbara, CA this past summer. (thanks to Hoshwa of 5432 Fun for recording this in the first place).
Richard Youngs / Tom James Scott – Balfron Tower Community Cabin, London, 1/16/15
I’ll admit to some forced unfamiliarity with Richard Youngs’ work the past 20 years, having ingested some of his work with A Band and Simon Wickham-Smith in the nineties, long before I was ready. In point of fact, perhaps I never shall be ready for the atonal and daffy 90s work I last heard then. Therefore, any encounter with his name has been an excuse to skim past and continue reading, much as I do with celeb gossip and NFL scores. No longer. I was in London for work, and reckoned taking the pulse of the city was best served by stumbling through an arduous set of tube rides and a long, confused walk through halal meat shops & pious Muslims clad in burkas and shawls, smack into a public housing project’s tiny community center (!) for the first of three shows that Youngs would be performing this weekend called “The Tower Hamlets Trilogy”.
I’m not kidding – this was the sort of room in which a housing complex might hold a tiny preschool, or bring out a slide projector on Friday nights, yet for this evening it beat any club, hands-down. First the 25 or so of us who’d assembled on time had to make it through Tom James Scott, a young British minimalist who was by turns bewitching and absurd. His forty minutes sitting at a small folding table consisted mainly of him playing tapes, sometimes with zero instrumental accompaniment, just him sitting and listening to music (I presume) he’d already made. Or he’d strike some bells at a molasses-like tempo for a bit, and I think he rubbed some tiny cymbals together for about five minutes once. And yet! There was one section that took up about a quarter of his allotted time in which he randomly plucked guitar in the minimal “fashion” to some ghostly piano music, while a woman sitting across from him slowly manipulated some chiming instrument I couldn’t really see. I was transfixed, transported: all things good. The net effect was pretty silly on the whole, but an intellectually-stunted curmudgeon like me would say something like that.
Youngs, on the other hand, was fantastic. After a lovely, straightforwardly plaintive acoustic guitar & voice piece called “Arise”, he warned the crowd that tonight was going to be about “songs”, that it wouldn’t be “weird”, and that it was OK to leave if that was a problem, as his other two shows this weekend would be “solo voice” and “voice and zither”, respectively. Whew. Talk about easing an apostate gently back into the Youngs fold. And he delivered a terrific, cracked set of acoustic folk music, in which tunings were sometimes deliberately off, but only just so, and in which his emotive voice carried his pieces along beautifully. There was a nearly 12-minute piece called “Spin Me Endless In Thy Universe” which was sublime. Alas, the spell Youngs was weaving was broken in a most jarring fashion at the end of the show, when a shouted FUCK OFF! bellowed from a young urchin seated on the floor, scaring the bejeesus out of the musically narcotized crowd; the unhinged in question then helpfully added, “You’re a fucking cunt” before storming out. Youngs retorted, “Well, that’s as good a place as any to stop now, isn’t it”; everyone had a nervous laff, and we were done. Excellent and relatively non-traditional night out in the mother country.
Paal Nilsson-Love, Stale Liavik Solberg, Louis Rasta / Susana Santos Silva & Torbjörn Zetterberg – Café Mir, Oslo Norway, 1/13/15
Café Mir is a small bar in Oslo that hosts an every-other Tuesday series called “Blow Out”, featuring the unholy cream of Scandinavia’s outré jazz and experimental players, as well as a handful of touring visitors. It’s a decidedly cozy space, but with the right sort of acoustics for improvisational wellsprings of noise and randomness. Our evening commenced with Portugal-based trumpeter Susana Santos Silva, who’s collaborated with Sweden’s Torbjörn Zetterberg on a couple of recording projects & a few tours, in which he plays bass and she blows freely. These two come at a duo dynamic from different spheres yet connect intricately, with Silva straying frequently from her honk-and-sputter script as the spirit moves her, while Zetterberg anchors a pretty traditional set of runs on his bass. They moved rapidly through their three numbers, including one in which Silva fiddled with some unseen African-esque key-based instrument on the floor to mimic an ethereal set of bird calls – then abruptly returned to her trumpet for some avant-squirting, bellowing and an interlude in which she made it to sound like radio static. Theirs was an intimate, enveloping set that had me busting out a wallet full of kroner in order to procure the lone Silva/Zetterburg compact disc recording.
Now I can’t quite figure out how planned or random the Nilsson-Love/Solberg/Rasta trio was, but aural evidence points to these gentlemen having mind-melded their improvisational jazz on stage before. Two Scando drummers and Rasta, a German who jetted in for the occasion. He’s an absolutely wild piano divebomber, a skinny hunchback player lurching crazily across the keys in time with equally frantic double percussion. Starting off almost mid-flight through a number that entered full-freak berserk, then calmed itself gradually over fifteen minutes, these guys proved they had loads of muscle and unpredictability, but not a whole lot of ascension. Much as each member was individually captivating, the group dynamic wore off faster than I’d have liked. I at least went quietly into the Norwegian night feeling like I’d swallowed a very small, satisfying and likely unrepeatable slice of the greater European underground.

The very first Flying Nun advert in RipItUp, promoting debuts by The Clean and The Pin Group.
It’s been a couple weeks of listless inactivity here at DH, but we’ll be back at it shortly, including a new episode of the podcast. Here’s the most recent one if you missed it.
What did you do on the first day of 2015? Me, I made you Dynamite Hemorrhage Radio #52 and had a real “gas” doing so. This one’s larded up with new material from Penny Machine (pictured), Lime Crush, White Fence, SROS Lords, Parkay Quarts, The Dacios, The Coneheads and, that’s right, Buck Biloxi and The Fucks. Sub-underground? Oh my yes.
In between all that there are many sound eruptions from the likes of Tyvek, Mike Rep & The Quotas, Supercharger, Animals and Men, The Klitz, Gas, The Clean, Loli and The Chones and many more. The whole thing clocks in at a compact 1:03, so put aside an hour if you can and see what sort of racket we cooked up for you.
Download Dynamite Hemorrhage Radio #52 here.
Stream or download Dynamite Hemorrhage Radio #52 on Soundcloud.
Subscribe to the show on iTunes here.Playlist:
LIME CRUSH – Graveyard
SROS LORDS – Cleaner Love
PENNY MACHINE – Not Wrong
ANIMALS AND MEN – Headphones
TYVEK – Frustration Rock
SUPERCHARGER – Don’t Mess Me Up
DOW JONES & THE INDUSTRIALS – Ladies With Appliances
THE DACIOS – Liberty Lovers
WHITE FENCE – Arrow Man
GAS – League of the Golden Maidens
MIKE REP & THE QUOTAS – Heroes and Idols
THE CLEAN – Odditty
THE CONEHEADS – Nasal Load
X – Hate City
LOLI AND THE CHONES – Summer of Love
BUCK BILOXI AND THE FUCKS – Rock and Roll Sucks
ED GEIN’S CAR – Go Down On My Dog
THE 1-4-5’s – Volvo Hatchback
SHOCK – This Generation’s On Vacation
THE KLITZ – Couldn’t Be Bothered
THE BANGS – Getting Out of Hand
THE DONSHIRES – Sad and Blue
PARKAY QUARTS – Content NauseaSome past shows:
Dynamite Hemorrhage #51 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #50 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #49 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #48 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #47 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #46 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #45 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #44 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #43 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #42 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #41 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #40 (playlist)

I called some self-serving attention to this over the holiday – but why not do it again? “ICYMI”, right? I was interviewed by Tim Scott at Noisey Australia about the magazine; they published an edited version of our talk here.
Here’s the full transcript of our electronic chat:
You are a fanzine writer but have also done time as a radio dj, podcaster and blogger. You are a bit of a musical curator. What do you think of the term in 2014/2015?
Hey, I’ll take it. Self-styled curators are at the front-end of every great band, record or song that I’ve discovered over the years, from 80s fanzines like Forced Exposure, Conflict and Matter, to US college radio, to people wasting time on the internet posting stream-of-consciousness record reviews & digitizing their 45s. In a time of nearly limitless music to absorb online & elsewhere, that quote-unquote gatekeeper still has a pretty crucial role to play in cutting through the morass, and in helping push us toward whatever corners of the musical underground we need help locating. I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t at least 90% of the reason I do any of this stuff – the hope of positioning myself as someone worth trusting, just as I’ve trusted many others – with the remaining 10% of my motivation being pure, selfish, unbridled ego.
You can get a good idea of where DH is coming from by the two covers- Bill Direen and the Flesheaters! Has your interest always laid with the more obscure punk, garage and pop bands?
Other than a stint as a teenage new waver in the early 80s, yeah. From a pretty early age it became clear that the stuff worth paying attention to was located at the margins, and it’s always been so much more rewarding to go out and find it myself than to let it come find me. I think the definitive template for what I enjoy was stamped on me late in high school and early in college, when I ingested a whiplash combination of hardcore punk; the SST sound of The Minutemen, Meat Puppets and Black Flag; disjointed female-helmed post-punk like the Au Pairs and Delta 5, and classic American underground rock like Mission of Burma, the Flesh Eaters and the Gun Club. Then as I started getting clued in about what was going on in other countries and micro-genres (fidelity-challenged New Zealand pop; ballistic garage punk; any and all Velvet Underground impersonators; C86 feedback crush etc.), I added those to my personal holy musical canon as well.
You mix up the new (Nots/King Tears Mortuary) with a piece on 70s Jamaican dub and a chat with Back to the Grave’s Tim Warren. How do you decide on content/what to cover? Gut instinct/interests?
Top consideration is given to how much I personally enjoy whatever it is we’re covering, of course, with the goal being to get others just as rabid, frothing and fanatical about it as Erika and I am. Secondary consideration is how under-covered the topic is; for instance, I’d never read what I thought were definitive interviews with Tim Warren nor Bill Direen; nor had I ever really seen anything where Chris D. of the Flesh Eaters covered his earliest years in punk rock and writing for Slash Magazine. Chris D. happens to be an all-time hero of mine, so once he agreed to stoop to talk intelligently to the likes of me, I knew we were in business and that this magazine thing was going to happen.
Dynamite Hemorrhage, if I’m doing it the way I want to, will always champion sub-underground rocknroll music from the last five decades, and that includes lots of music from the most recent year as well. The new issue has interviews, as you mention, with King Tears Mortuary, Nots and Honey Radar, because those are fantastic bands that the children of the world need to hear.
How much help/contributors do you have? I know Erika Elizabeth is involved?
Just Erika. She helped rejuvenate my interest in a great many neglected nooks of weirdo, underground rocknroll history by virtue of a phenomenal radio show she did on WMUA in Massachusetts called “Expressway To Yr Skull”, now a monthly podcast by the same name. She knows more about lost indie pop records of the 90s than anyone I’ve ever met, and she’s a relentless scourer and champion of the offbeat & melodious. Then I figured out that she could actually write really well, and it was clear that her tastes and ability to convey them intelligently would be a complement to whatever it is that I’m running off at the mouth about. It’s certainly not to say we’ll never have other contributors, but I think it’s working about as well as it could now.
Superdope was great in championing neglected or overlooked punk and garage. I have a friend who is still trying to collect all 45 ‘45’s that Moved Heaven and Earth –ha! Are you still going to try and put together the anthology?
I wrote Superdope, my first fanzine, from 1991 until 1998. It certainly reflected my tastes well at the time – very garage and punk-heavy, as that was a terrific era for classic global lo-fi garage punk (Supercharger, Gories, Night Kings, Dirty Lovers, Cheater Slicks etc.). The issue you reference, Superdope #8, was the last one I did in 1998, and unless I’m forgetting something (likely), it’s the first truly archival piece I ever wrote, one where I slapped down a couple of paragraphs each on what I then considered my favorite forty-five 45rpm singles of all time: Pere Ubu, the Dangerhouse singles, Electric Eels, The Cramps and so on.
Naturally, having written that stuff 17 years ago (before music was really even available online in any form), there’s a lot I’d change today. It’s nice to know that someone’s still chasing the records down – I’m sure many of them cost a bit of coin to change hands in this day and age – but no, I don’t think I’ll be involved in anthologizing any of it, even if I could actually gain clearance to 90+ songs.
You also have an interest in books and The Hedonist Jive was a platform that you tried to push more art and books. What are you reading at the moment? Do you read much fiction?
The Hedonist Jive’s another blog I’ve been maintaining on life support for a while at www.hedonist-jive.com. I’ll pound out book reviews and sometime film reviews over there sometimes, and I like to put these reviews into the Dynamite Hemorrhage print fanzine as well, just to expand our “remit” a little bit beyond rocknroll. As immersed as I am in music much of the time, I’m a hobbyist more than anything else, and I have a lot of hobbies: reading, film, distance running, current events, professional baseball and so on – to add to my professional, parental and spousal responsibilities. Much of the totally frivolous stuff, like writing pithy, unnecessary record reviews of Neanderthal punk bands, takes place when the more important stuff’s finally been attended to.
So pleasure reading’s something I’m trying to make much more time for, and so far so good the past several years. I was an English literature major in college, but got away from fiction in my 20s and 30s and read an inordinate amount of memoirs, histories, books about war and other non-fiction – including loads on music. I’m honing in on fiction again, somewhat, and am working on reading much more of it and catching up on many classics I never got to.
As of right now I’ve got two new 2014 books going – one’s non-fiction, Rick Perlstein’s history of America’s darkest years in the 1970s, during Nixon’s resignation, called “The Invisible Bridge”; the other is an achingly heartbreaking collection of novellas from a modern Russian writer named Ludmilla Petrushevskaya called “There Once Lived A Mother Who Loved Her Children, Until They Moved Back In”.
What music trends would you like to see disappear in 2015?
I wouldn’t know a real trend if it slapped me across the cheek. I only catch on to what others are complaining about years later: bearded hipsters, cutey-pie female singers and so on. We’re in a golden age of selective curation, in which you can customize your RSS feed, your Tumblr/Twitter/Facebook, your newsletters etc. to only spoon-feed you what you’re interested in. Obviously there’s some danger in narrowing one’s perspective that way, and I try with some success to keep my ears open for things outside of my comfort zone.
Yet as for trends, I am nearly bereft of answers. I’d maybe like to see “icy goth keyboards” vanish once and for all, and for all-male bands who fashion themselves as “aggro” and “brutal” to mellow the fuck out.