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finalsounds:

I said we’d be back in a month. Turned out I meant almost four months. Whatever, right?

FINAL SOUNDS RADIO #2 is now live and ready to download, stream or subscribe to on iTunes. It’s an hour-long podcast of experimental, dub, spectral folk, soundscapes, 78rpm stuff, free jazz, cut-ups, global lunacy & more. Recorded on the final day of May 2015.

Track listing:
PEN RAN – There’s Nothing To Be Ashamed Of
AFRICAN HEAD CHARGE – In A Trap
VIVIAN GOLDMAN – Private Armies Dub
LEA BERTUCCI – An Unbroken Plane
PEDER MANNERFELT – Bahuto Chants and Dances 1
ABY NGANA DIOP – Dieuleul-Dieleul
VIRGINIA MAGIDOU – To Akis Na Mis To Nis Kareis
ILUNGA PATRICE AND MISOMBA VICTOR – Mama Josephina
WE WILL FAIL – 061
TSEMBLA – Love Potion
QUTTINIRPAAQ – Malvert
BIRCH AND MEADOW – There Is A Lightness
KING AYISOBA – Wicked Leaders

Stream or download Final Sounds Radio #2 on Soundcloud.

Listen to Final Sounds #2 on Mixcloud.

Subscribe to – and download – the podcast on iTunes.

This is the other podcast I do. 2nd episode just made available for download and streaming now.

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fuckinrecordreviews:

“John Fahey is an incorrigible person – absolutely amazing, completely inventive, but one of those souls whose propensity it is to fail.”

LESLIE GAFFNEY, Publisher & Boss 

POPWATCH #4  1993 (page 71)

  • Superdope and dynamitehemorrhage writer Jay Hinman wrote this about Dance Of Death at Goodreads:  “Fahey’s been ripe for a book-length deconstruction even long before his 2001 death, but it’s truly the swelling cult of worship around his dazzling four decades of guitar work that’s propelled enough interest to warrant it. Steve Lowenthal, a writer and record label head, does an admirable job at relaying the complexities and alternately misanthropic and large-hearted character of the man, keeping his biography rooted more in name/date/order facts, and in quotes from Fahey’s ex-associates and –wives, than in conjecture or analysis. One comes away with even more appreciation for just how creatively out of step Fahey was with his times, and how he was deeply sub-underground & “alternative” well before the terms had even been used in relation to music, or humanity. Lowenthal takes the biography chronologically, starting with childhood life in Takoma Park, Maryland and ending with Fahey’s late-in-life existential conversion to the course of free noise & radical experimentation (much of which, it’s made clear, was quite likely the burden of age and declining health, and not being able to pluck & play acoustically any longer). We get some good detail on Fahey’s discovery of Charley Patton and the blues; his record-collecting and canvassing in the Deep South with Dick Spotswood, Joe Bussard and other collecting luminaries; and how he sort of fell in to being a guitar virtuoso and a creator of some of the most incredible, symphonic and detailed guitar ever created. In between we see how Fahey’s pranksterism, introversion, abuse of alcohol and pills, and his abundant willingness to talk down to his audience both built his mystique and throttled many aspects of his career. Though I’ve never liked even a smidgeon of the post-rebirth, late 90s noise/improv Fahey (it’s clear that Lowenthal thinks it’s crap as well), the last few chapters detailing his belated connections to the American indie underground are outstanding. His hatred of the hippies and of the 70s shorthand that connected his instrumental guitar playing with “new age” music comes full circle, in which he finally finds a group of weirdos on the margins of music who are very like him. Yet his sloth, unpredictability and many flights of bizarre fancy are even too much for many of them, and there are some great (if a bit tragic) anecdotes from folks in his later-years orbit about just how uniquely bullheaded this guy was. Fahey was the late-20th century manifestation of the absinthe-guzzling creative iconoclasts of previous centuries, and his outsized contributions to the arts exist on a timeline that stretches back still further. Lowenthal did a fine job at documenting it, and leaves room for a more critical and contextual examination of Fahey’s work for someone else to tackle.”
  • Speaking of Jay Hinman and books, he just published yet another zine [May 2015], this one exclusively devoted to…books! Hedonist Jive Book Review: “…Debut digital-only issue now available for free – featuring an interview with Jodi Angel; a sweeping overview of Rick Perlstein’s non-fiction trilogy on America’s turbulent 1960s and 70s; “The Final Word on E-Readers”, and over 20 book reviews. Read it on Issuu or download the PDF now.”
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dynamitehemorrhage:

It’s Dynamite Hemorrhage Radio #59, featuring a wild eighty minutes of primitivism, angularism and meatballism as well as top tracks from today’s and yesterday’s hottest young bands.

Starting with a roar from hott new Oakland ear-grinders RAYS and continuing from there, DH #59 is an unrelenting set of molten indie rokk. You’ll hear some of your very favorites – from HONEY RADAR to SCORCHED EARTH POLICY – from ALASTAIR GALBRAITH to the CHEATER SLICKS – from PUSSYCAT TRASH to TEX & THE HORSEHEADS. All top-shelf crap.

Download or stream the show from SoundCloud here.

Stream it over on MixCloud here.

Subscribe to the show and get dozens of older episodes on iTunes here.

Playlist:

RAYS – Model or You?
UV-TV – Only Matters When
AS MERCENARIAS – Policia
CHINTZ DEVILS – Rotten Teeth
PUSSYCAT TRASH – 1,2,3,4
UNIT 4 – Act
SACCHARINE TRUST – Disillusion Fool
THE PITS – Underwater Watch
ALASTAIR GALBRAITH – More Than Magnetic
RUBY PINS – All My Friends Are Insane
EDDY DETROIT – Beelzeebub
THINKING FELLERS UNION LOCAL 282 – Sister Hell
HONEY RADAR – Niacin Man
SCORCHED EARTH POLICY – Johnny Frog
CHEVEU – Jacob’s Fight
SALLY SKULL – Heaven
WET BLANKETS – Dieter Caught My Bus
TEX & THE HORSEHEADS – Got Love If You Want It
MEAT PUPPETS – No Values
DEMOLITION DOLL RODS – Give It Up
CHEATER SLICKS – I’m Grounded
HAMPTON GREASE BAND – Halifax

Last week’s Dynamite Hemorrhage Radio #59, still faintly relevant 9 days later.

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It’s Dynamite Hemorrhage Radio #59, featuring a wild eighty minutes of primitivism, angularism and meatballism as well as top tracks from today’s and yesterday’s hottest young bands.

Starting with a roar from hott new Oakland ear-grinders RAYS and continuing from there, DH #59 is an unrelenting set of molten indie rokk. You’ll hear some of your very favorites – from HONEY RADAR to SCORCHED EARTH POLICY – from ALASTAIR GALBRAITH to the CHEATER SLICKS – from PUSSYCAT TRASH to TEX & THE HORSEHEADS. All top-shelf crap.

Download or stream the show from SoundCloud here.

Stream it over on MixCloud here.

Subscribe to the show and get dozens of older episodes on iTunes here.

Playlist:

RAYS – Model or You?
UV-TV – Only Matters When
AS MERCENARIAS – Policia
CHINTZ DEVILS – Rotten Teeth
PUSSYCAT TRASH – 1,2,3,4
UNIT 4 – Act
SACCHARINE TRUST – Disillusion Fool
THE PITS – Underwater Watch
ALASTAIR GALBRAITH – More Than Magnetic
RUBY PINS – All My Friends Are Insane
EDDY DETROIT – Beelzeebub
THINKING FELLERS UNION LOCAL 282 – Sister Hell
HONEY RADAR – Niacin Man
SCORCHED EARTH POLICY – Johnny Frog
CHEVEU – Jacob’s Fight
SALLY SKULL – Heaven
WET BLANKETS – Dieter Caught My Bus
TEX & THE HORSEHEADS – Got Love If You Want It
MEAT PUPPETS – No Values
DEMOLITION DOLL RODS – Give It Up
CHEATER SLICKS – I’m Grounded
HAMPTON GREASE BAND – Halifax

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CRAIG IBARRA – “A Wailing of a Town: An Oral
History of Early San Pedro Punk and More, 1977-1985”

As this new book makes clear, if you know anything
about San Pedro, California and are not already a longshoreman, then there’s a
good chance you got clued into the existence of the town by The Minutemen. Said
band, who lived from 1979 to 1985, are one of the greatest and most inventive
underground rocknroll acts to ever walk the planet, and they made shout-outs to
their hometown one of their many stocks in trade. It’s therefore not surprising
that a book that focuses its target on the San Pedro punk rock scene of ’77-’85
is one that also happens to read like an oral history of The Minutemen. The
scene-defining role played by the band, by its music and by its ethos are truly
a novella within the novel. I’d wondered if the intention was initially to do a
Minutemen-only book, and whether End Frwy press, who put this out, asked for
padding to round the thing into something a little more expansive.

Craig Ibarra, who came of age in this scene in
the early 80s, deftly orchestrates a hefty series of short chapters on how punk
rock came to the small “South Bay” cities south of Los Angeles, all of which
are still within the Los Angeles city limits. Identity is often formed in
opposition, and in the case of San Pedro and its organic punk scene of the late
70s, it was the first-wave Hollywood punk bands that both inspired and
repelled. Despite only being a 40-something minute drive away from Hollywood,
towns like Pedro might as well have been Pluto for all the notice their
homegrown bands got outside of their environs. It took fellow South Bay
stalwarts (Hermosa Beach!) Black Flag, who took The Minutemen and later
Wilmington’s Saccharine Trust under their expanding and very gonzo wings to
help turn the USA onto bands from outside the center of LA proper.

The San Pedro scene, as is made clear here,
really only existed due to the contributions of a handful of motivated
individuals, only some of whom played in bands. All of those still alive are
interviewed in depth, with chapters broken up by band (lesser lights like The
Plebs
and Mood of Defiance even get their own sections), by club (“Dancing Waters”
sounds like a gross hellhole, and the VFW hall that hardcore punks trashed
sounds even worse) and, later, by different facets of The Minutemen’s
existence: band members, albums and record labels. It’s not artfully done, but
it’s generally done well and very much in the spirit of “econo”.

I continue to be struck by the quasi-police state
that surrounded punk rock in Los Angeles once hardcore hit big in 1980-1981. I
didn’t go to my first punk show down there until 1985, by which time nearly all
the phenomenal bands in LA had broken up and when the cops had already
effectively won the war. But man, the stories of violent head-bashing and of
gigs stopped during the opening band are pervasive and oft-told throughout this
book. Ibarra also makes sure to not leave the punks’ chequered role in all of
this violence unsaid; there was a huge contingent of opportunistic lunkheads
who used punk gigs as their means for nihilistic wars of their own making, as
well as thuggish gang elements both within the punk scene and outside of it
(the repeated stories of “punk hunting” by Latino and white rocknroller gangs
in San Pedro are neither surprising nor sugarcoated).

Through it all, there was a defiantly artistic
and experimental streak to the area’s bands, personified by The Minutemen. That
the band were as personally likable and as influential as they were, and had a
workingman’s ethos that kept them chugging along in the face of many hardships,
makes their place in underground America’s hallowed back pages all the more assured.
They probably do deserve their own
book, just as they’ve already had their own excellent documentary film – but for
now Ibarra’s well-assembled set of stories will do just fine.

Order the book here.