I gushed about PANG in MRR and someone scanned it so here it is.
you can get their records here:
Saw PANG play their record release party last night in San Francisco, and all was good. It’s hard to reconcile “they’ve broken up” with “I saw them play 24 hours ago”. That must have been a helluva backstage kerfuffle.
Originally posted on my Hedonist Jive blog a few years ago:
I was going through a mementos box that I’ve been keeping for a while, and came across this flyer for an exceptionally memorable rocknroll show I went to in early 1987. I drove five people up from Santa Barbara in my 4-person 1980 Mustang to go see Scratch Acid, but they, mind-melting as they were, were not the real story of the night. The real story was the opening band GROUP SEX, from Nipomo, CA, and their jaw-dropping 3-minute set. In it those of us in attendance witnessed a lifetime’s worth of frustration, rage, love, disco dancing, little people, and the negation of the human spirit.
I recounted this evening in 2005 on my old blog Agony Shorthand, but figured it needed to be told again, since I found the flyer and all:
“I think even back in March 1987, I knew I was pretty lucky to have seen SCRATCH ACID play live, not simply because I could sense that they’d break up soon (which they did), but because they seemed fairly groundbreaking in their way even at the time. The show was at a dumpy club in small college town San Luis Obispo, California with two bands I’ll have a hard time forgetting: ”GROUP SEX“ and the ”WIMPY DICKS“. The latter were some dumb-ass local favorite funnypunk band with songs that ragged on their town, but the former were just on fire the night I saw them.
Whenever someone asks me about memorable shows I’ve seen – which, truth be told, never actually happens – I tell them about Group Sex in SLO, CA. The band came on stage with two identical-twin bearded drummers with full kits, the sort of beer doggie dudes you’d expect to find sucking down Coronas at the Cabo Wabo Cantina, and this boyfriend/girlfriend pair on guitar and bass respectively. (I later learned that their names were "Ron E. Fast” and “Janey”). The two drummers started in together with this ripping-fast hardcore-tempo pattern, and the guitarist started to hiss and feed back and play some generic HC riff. After about 10 seconds, though, someone – it appeared to be the bass player – screwed up, with unleashed a torrent of filthy invective from Ron E. Fast (“You motherfucker goddamn sonofabitch whythefuckcan’tyouplay etc.”). Janey actually started to blubber and cry right into her mic, and profusely apologized to the crowd.
So the two goofball drummers started up their hardcore beats again, but this time “Fast”’s guitar shorted out or something, and everything ground to a quick halt. He immediately hefted his guitar, and shattered it into a bazillion pieces with one swing against the brick back wall behind the stage. The shocked whole crowd let out a collective “whoooa….”,and then Janey just started crying again. She stood there at the mic bawling and shaking,“You don’t understand you guys, he’s really a nice guy, he really is, we’re really a lot better than this, please don’t hate us you guys….”. Just then, the house lights came up, and the soundman quickly threw on some 1976 vintage disco music, “I Love The Nightlife” or something, and in seconds, Ron E. Fast and Janey jumped from the stage and immediately started disco-dancing together on the now-cleared floor. As everyone stood watching them in total awe, a “little person”, also bearded, scampered out from behind the sound board and started picking up the guitar pieces from the floor. It was beyond belief, and they were only the opening band! We ran out to the car immediately to relive and retell the moment over a 6-pack of Mickey Bigmouths. W-o-w.“
So thanks for letting me get that tale off my chest; it has only lived on via the oral tradition thusfar, and of course, it was far more weird and ridiculous than it likely reads to you on the screen.
This post received a comment from Ron E. Fast himself in 2008, saying “and i was pissed that the guitar was fuckin up not at janie……were married 25 yrs now”. So in other words, it wasn’t the bass player – his wife – who was having the problems, it was Fast’s guitar, and the “filthy invective” that I remember hearing was entirely self-directed. A magical evening, one that I hope I was able to recreate at some level.
Magisterial panic rock from San Francisco, 2001. NUMBERS’ wild 20-minute album “Numbers Life” from which this comes is a guaranteed yearly play for me.
From the debut MONOSHOCK 45 “Primitive Zippo” from 1994, put out on my own Womb Records.
The Monoshock fellas were extremely accommodating to my layout/insert ideas, and allowed me to include the excellent “Foot Print of the American Chicken” bumper sticker that I copied from some book about the 60s I had lying around – as well as to flog my own fanzine.
“…you really DO need to own any and all Fireworks records of the seven-inch variety.”
SUPERDOPE #7 1994 (no page #)
FIREWORKS review by JAY HINMAN, Editor
- Superdope was then, Dynamite Hemorrhage #1 is now.
If you’re paying attention even a little bit, there really still is just too much great rocknroll music pouring out of basements and dark clubs worldwide to stuff into a 60-minute phony radio show every two weeks – yet I do try. The list of things I wanted to play is longer than the list of things I played, but I guess that’s what happens when you shoehorn in a nine-minute, feedback-laden track off of a Velvet Underground bootleg – and expect people to listen. You’ll listen, won’t you?
DYNAMITE HEMORRHAGE RADIO #34 has got some absolute gnarl from modern bands like SEX TIDE (new track!), VELO, THE FIREWORKS and THE IN OUT. Would you believe DEATH OF SAMANTHA and ANIMALS & MEN are still with us, and have first-rate new recordings being played here? How about some brand new guitar bending from the misanthropic ALVARIUS B? Or some perfect new pop from Dunedin, New Zealand’s TRICK MAMMOTH?
I even headed into the library for “deep cuts” from The Weirdos, Salvation Army, Spider and the Webs, Division Four and more. Listen up and maybe come over to iTunes and give it nice plug, hows about?
Download Dynamite Hemorrhage Radio #34 here.
Subscribe to the show on iTunes here.Track listing:
ANIMALS AND MEN – Easy Riding
SEX TIDE – I Want To Die
THE LA DE DAs – How Is The Air Up There?
SALVATION ARMY – She Turns To Flowers
FLESH EATERS – Agony Shorthand
THE WEIRDOS – Scream Baby Scream (1977 demo)
THE FIREWORKS – Getting Nowhere Fast
DEATH OF SAMANTHA – Amphetamine
COACHWHIPS – Body and Brains
DIVISION FOUR – Doctor’s Wife
SPIDER AND THE WEBS – Bacon Achin’
VELO – Out
TRICK MAMMOTH – Delphine (With a Purpose)
BELLE & SEBASTIAN – Lazy Line Painter Jane
THE VELVET UNDERGROUND – Run Run Run (live 1969, Hilltop Pop Festival)
ALVARIUS B – Yeah Well, Oyster Shells
GIBSON BROS – Broke Down Engine
THE IN OUT – The StupidityPast Shows:
Dynamite Hemorrhage #33 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #32 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #31 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #30 (playlist)
Brain-Erasing Dub, Volume 1 by DynamiteHemorrhage.
I’ve made a mix for you of some of the heaviest, most tripped-out brain erasers from my collection of 70s dub. It’s a passion that waxes and wanes for me, and is most definitely waxing right now. I made this one several years ago for myself, and am working on a second volume now.
You can stream it right now over on my 8Tracks page, along with 15 other mixes I’ve put together.
Sincere apologies for always flogging the Dynamite Hemorrhage fanzine in this space – but if not here, where, right? So here’s the deal – the 100 or so copies I have left are all for sale here.
Starting in mid-May, I’m going to have to stop selling them for 3 months, because I’ll be living in Oslo, Norway (!) until August, and unable to ship from there. I mean, I think they’ve got post offices in Norway, perhaps inside whaling stations, but am still not sure. Better safe than sorry.
So if you’re interested in owning what some people have called “One of 2014’s fanzines”, here’s what’s in it:
– An in-depth interview with Chris D., Los Angeles-based punk rock earth-turner, who founded and fronted The Flesh Eaters; ran a pioneering record label called Upsetter; almost released the first Black Flag album; wrote dozens of reviews and helped to edit the seminal Slash magazine; put out his own fanzine with Exene, John Doe & Judith Bell; and much more – all before 1979 was finished. This interview focuses solely on that period of his career
– The first and only retrospective and posthumous interview with SALLY SKULL, a fantastic 1990s all-female Scottish band who made raw, jarring garage punk music with dollops of angularity and dirty pop hooks
– Mail interviews with SEX TIDE and HOUSEHOLD, two current bands working the circuit who happen to be two of Dynamite Hemorrhage’s very favorites
– Quickie interview with BONA DISH, a recently-resurrected early 80s UK countryside band who are poster children for the rough-hewn, spaced-out DIY sound that we’ve all come to worship from that era and country
– Big retrospective on 1980s and 1990s underground music fanzines (like Damp, Butt Rag, Dagger, Two Hundred Pound Underground etc.) by the editor of Fuckin’ Record Reviews blog
– 60-something record reviews written by Erika Elizabeth and Jay Hinman
– 15-something book reviews by Jay & Erika
– Advertisements from today’s top labels
How minimal can you get?
You familiar with a site/tablet app called ISSUU? Turns out it’s a place for folks like you to publish their fanzines in digital form (for free), and they’re already gathering a pretty great collection of musical chaos from the past and present. To wit:
I’ve got a hankering that this is going to be a blossoming hub of uploading and digital page-flipping. I might even put my own mag up here so you can read it on your iPads and whatnot.
AGONY SHORTHAND 