
COLD BEAT’s currently on tour around the west coast. You should check ‘em out if you haven’t yet.

COLD BEAT’s currently on tour around the west coast. You should check ‘em out if you haven’t yet.

Say hello to the CELLULOID COUCH.
One element of writing I’ve been trying to integrate into other things I futz around with is film commentary. I’ve rarely found a way to work it into any print magazines I’ve done, including Dynamite Hemorrhage, though occasionally I’ll mess around and put some stuff up on my longtime blog The Hedonist Jive.
I’ve created a home for any film/cinema-related writing I’m doing – as well as other film stuff (recommended articles, cool stills, GIFs and so on) called Celluloid Couch, which is now ready to go here.
Follow the site on Facebook and Twitter as well.
Print edition coming sometime in 2015.

A GUIDE TO BILL DIREEN
Bill Direen’s the cover star of the upcoming Dynamite Hemorrhage #2 fanzine (currently at the printer, in your hands in 2-3 weeks if you order now) and deservedly so. Since 1978, he’s been making weird and wonderful disjointed pop music in his own idiosyncratic manner, and with shape-shifting tonal adjustments that change year to year and record to record.
He’s somewhat well known by a certain slice of the New Zealand-loving, underground 1980s connoisseur clan, but not as well as he probably should be. For those of you coming to Direen’s music just now, or who’ve never heard of the guy, we’d like to assist.
Here’s a 19-song sampler of his musical career, 1978 to the present. It’s available to stream on 8Tracks. I’d have added even more great songs, but 8Tracks requires that only 2 tracks per band can make it onto a mix – which actually works great for Direen stuff, since he’s had so many differently-monikered combos: Six Impossible Things, Bilders, Builders, Vacuum, Above Ground etc etc. Hope you enjoy it – and as mentioned, if you want to read up on Direen and hear the story from the man himself – order Dynamite Hemorrhage #2 here.

NOW AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: DYNAMITE HEMORRHAGE #2
We’ve shipped DH #2 off to the printer, and they tell us we’ll have it back in our hands within 2-3 weeks. With that in mind, Dynamite Hemorrhage #2 is available for pre-order, and will ship to you as soon as we have them.
Here’s what’s in it:
– An interview and retrospective with BILL DIREEN, the New Zealand-based musical iconoclast and creator of some of the most weird and wonderful underground pop music of the last 35 years. Great old photos of Vacuum, Six Impossible Things and more – and Direen’s take on his many recordings, bands and general outlook on creation & creativity.
– Tim Warren from Crypt Records, on the eve of two new volumes of the mind-destroying “BACK FROM THE GRAVE” 60s punk compilations, takes us through how he’s been putting these comps together since 1983 and the pain he’s endured to make sure we get to here some of the most raw and rare rocknroll chaos of all time
– Interviews with current musical superstars HONEY RADAR, NOTS and KING TEARS MORTUARY
– Erika Elizabeth’s overview of lost and neglected female-fronted punk and post-punk bands and records you’ve never heard of
– The Layman’s Guide to 1970s Jamaican DUB – an overview of wild, weird and wacked dub reggae during its peak era, along with ten essential dub recordings, explored
– Interviews with Jon Savage and Stuart Baker on the new PUNK 45 series of archival 70s punk reissues
– 87 record reviews
– 15 book reviews
– Advertisements from today’s top hit making labels

We’re selling the remaining copies of SUPERDOPE #8 – a fanzine I put out back in 1998 – over on Dynamite Hemorrhage’s order page. If you’d like to order a copy, they’re only $3 plus shipping.
Hey there.
Yea, it’s November 2014 and the tactile engagement of Fuckin’ Record Reviews #1: The Print Edition – originally advertised for October 2014 – remains confined to the digital realm. Confusion and delay? Worry not Sir Topham Hatt, we are working feverishly to complete this thing and print it on 100% recycled paper before the 2016 election. In fact, we are 64% done (up from 61% last Tuesday), but just like everyone else, we occasionally get stuck between the buttons of procrastination and daydream nation and consequently…it’s proceeding a bit more slowly than hoped.
- Things done to periodically knock my eye off the prize include…
- posting Stretch Heads pix at Now Paying
- rewatching the BBC Synth Brittania doc on YouTube (this has been mentioned previously)
- making out with my pillow
- firing off daily missives at this here FRR tumblr
- enjoying vidz of Mike Wolf’s dog DOMINATING in the park (by the way she’s real, and she’s spectacular)
- Pampers like 72 times since September…2014 USA tour starts next week
- sorting hand sanitizer bottles by color
- omg – rathausrathaus and brainplan records!
- fancying it possible be au courant
- rehearsing the perfect personal intro to belakoe at Anyway Records Night last month
- devouring the Popwatch zines Leslie Gaffney sent (thanx!)
- saying “Alan Licht” out loud more times in a row than any other human for the world record
- organizing Lee Noble selections from best to bestest
- reshuffling our guesses for super secret guest entires into the Death By Audio lottery
- concocting several non alignment pacts
- Best Reasons To Write A Fuckin’ Record Review Today
- ever-never-records
- how many people are in the Gizmos anyway?
- Thomas Storck at WFMU….real or unreal?
- writing this post…
- Several changes have taken place that render the advertisement above obsolete. As you might’ve heard, our brother Tony Rettman got signed by Monument Records to annotate the lost recordings of Barefoot Jerry and we wish him well. He may visit with us in FRR #1: TPE, but we hope to see him return to his Hardcore in Silhouette status by 2015.
- Since we last wrote, New York Observer’s Vicky Wheeler has dedicated her life to figuring out how to be the sixth member of Wussy, and of course we wish her well. Maybe we’ll see more of her in 2015. We begged her to don’t leave us now, but who can complete with Chuck & Lisa?
- GOOD NEWS: In the stead of those now gone, we’ve tricked urbankill’s Matt T to write like 40-60 fuckin’ record reviews! Jay Hinman called Matt one of the curators of our time, and we are delighted to offer Matt a platform to sink or swim. He’s submitted a dozen or so reviews so far and they really cut the rug.
- We’ve also employed Bela Koe-Krompecher of belakoe krompecher’s blog to write fuckin’ record reviews! Yea, we’re pretty impressed with our networking power too.
- So…see you soon! In the mean time, dynamitehemorrhage #2 should be out soon and try reading it while listening to cyanidetooth‘s The Whole Tooth & Nothing But …(ever/never – 2014)
WHY THE FUCK we would create more tangible stuff in the future, namely FUCKIN’ RECORD REVIEWS #1: The Print Edition?
Because…VIVE LA RÉSISTANCE!
Svenonius: “In the sleek Apple future, our ‘outdated’ possessions are turned into symbols of poverty…We’re encouraged to lose our possessions…
Meanwhile, those who have hung onto possessions are castigated, jeered at, and painted as fools…This is fine for the cyber elite; they can live as they wish. But why is their ideology impressed on all of us through this shame-based propaganda? Why is the “hoarder” so loathed by the Apple authorities?
Because she is feared.
The record collection or magazine or newspaper might reveal some clue to a social movement or trend or fashion or sensibility that defies their moronic stranglehold on consciousness. A burp of resistance. A clue to a way out. A signal that life doesn’t actually depend on high-speed internet access.”
ALL POWER TO THE PACK RATS by Ian Svenonius Jacobin / a magazine of culture and polemic (July 2014)
- We don’t love everything Svenonius belches forth with Chain And The Gang, Cupid Car Club, Felt Letters, Make-Up, Nation Of Ulysses, Scene Creamers and Weird War, but now and again we can get down.
- We are aligned, however, with Svenonius on many matters of thought and we found the linked article All Power To The Pack Rats to be a very worthwhile justification for keeping stuff.
- It also helped us clarify why we would create more stuff in the future, namely FUCKIN’ RECORD REVIEWS #1: The Print Edition – because we’re fighting the powers that be!
- Of course, we recognize Fuckin’ Record Reviews utilizes the internet in an obvious fashion, but if our print version – which, by the way, we will not be posting to the tumblr (for the most part) – offers one burp of resistance, then good on us and our collaborators.
- Why do it? Now you know. Now we know. HEY! HO! LET’S GO!
Announcing our second year of Fuckin’ Record Reviews with…
FUCKIN’ RECORD REVIEWS #1
- Print Edition – numbered,
Rettman-kissed copies- many, many pages
- eye popping grafix
- might be a total wreck…but it *will* be!
OCTOBER 2014
- (you only have yourselves to blame)

Over nine years ago, in April 2005, I gave a “talk” in Berkeley, CA called “The Future of the Music Dork in the Digital Age”. It was really more of a nyuk-nyuk reading to a couple dozen people at the launch party for “Lost in the Grooves”, a book I had contributed to.
I posted the talk on my Agony Shorthand blog back then and had forgotten about it; looked at it today, and it appears my prognostications were mostly right except for when they were dead wrong (#5).
“THE FUTURE OF THE MUSIC DORK IN THE DIGITAL AGE”…..So last night Kim Cooper & David Smay, the editors of “Lost In The Grooves”, hosted an event – a reading, if you will – at Moe’s Books in Berkeley, CA. I was kindly asked to contribute a little something, and not wanting to embarrass myself by reading a flippin’ record review out loud, I wrote the following “piece” for the audience. I wasn’t heckled, I wasn’t jeered, but my wife and I did have to hustle out of there quickly so we could stop the babysitter’s clock from bankrupting us. A real goddamn hipster, that’s me. Anyway, the night was a fun one. Chas Glynn and Max Hechter in particular brought the house down with respective tales of bizarre thrift store LPs & the joy of discovering THE SILVER.
My thing here was written for a listening, not a reading audience, but I reckon my predictions may hold true just the same. Here it is:
THE FUTURE OF THE MUSIC DORK IN THE DIGITAL AGE
The winds of change have long been beating down upon the record collector dork and his old, archaic, socially alienating ways, with trends having accelerated at warp speed just the past five years. Modern music dorks, like many of us in this room, find ourselves both enlivened and thrilled by the digital age of eBay and of instant access to other people’s record collections via file-sharing, while completely befuddled by how we’ll exist in a world where our music collections are an intangible assortment of 1’s and 0’s. A book like “Lost In The Grooves” is a rapturous celebration of the tangible: finding and holding and nearly making love to some holy grail LP in a thrift store, being turned on to a life-changing record by discovering it in your older sister’s record collection, or holding on to the knowledge of some secret LP that only existed in a small pressing & only you and your hipster doofus friends know about. It’s old school to say the least, and it’s a way of life & of thinking that’s looking increasingly anachronistic every passing year.
Now it’s come down to the music, the music, with all of the trimmings starting to wither away. Today I can go onto a file-sharing network like Soulseek – which seems to be where all the modern collector dorks congregate – and pretty much find anything I want, including way-out-of-print 45s, obscurities from the punk era, rockabilly compilations made in Luxembourg, and private-press LPs that someone digitized and loaded onto the network for quick consumption. If somehow I’m still missing something, I can always find someone over the internet who’s willing to burn it for me if I search hard enough and send nice emails, because with each passing day more and more long-lost 45s and LPs are being transferred to MP3 format. All it takes is one lonely, socially-inept misfit with a large record collection and the right software, and in a few months, a million copies are literally there for the taking.
Let’s project to how this might play out five years from now for you, for me, for all of us – the proud, yet frightened music dorks of 2005:
1. There won’t be any worthwhile song that isn’t incredibly easy to find online. Music dorks will find it nearly impossible to trump someone else with their ultra-rare find, because as soon as some tastemaking blog or site posts the file, it will be snapped up & spread like wildfire over what will by then be an internet hundreds of times faster than the one we have now. Music dorks will move on to flaunting their bizarre ephemera that no one else has, like some paper-based fanzine or some ridiculous limited-edition promotional tie-in. A deep sense of loss and ennui will set in. Many will throw in the towel and become stamp collectors – or Christians.
2. People will think nothing of emailing or somehow zapping large chunks of their collection to many friends or associates at once. I foresee a time shortly when the discovery of music is not you going to a website or mp3 blog to download something, but some pal of yours sending you twenty files for you to listen to when you wake up in the morning. We do it with photos now, why not with music files in a couple years?
3. The storage capabilities of an iPod or some other portable device in 2005 will look ridiculously limited, but these fist-sized devices are where we’ll be housing our collections. I know it isn’t radical to say that portable devices like iPods will be popular, since they’re wildly popular now, but think of the ramifications when every single track you buy (or steal) is digitized and intangible. You think you were pissed off when LP jacket artwork shrank to CD size? I was, in that way that only people who need a girlfriend and some exercise can be. You’ll be even more pissed when that CD sleeve shows up as a tiny thumbnail on your iPod, or ceases to exist completely.
4. Even the mainstream writers at the New York Times or whatever have recognized that a collection of tracks assembled in some artist-defined order is soon to be dead. No longer will new artists record an album – they’ll record songs, period, and release them one at a time or in very small batches. This will re-shape the way we think about what it means to consume a quote-unquote “record”, and the term “filler”, when applied to a 40-minute LP or to a 70-minute CD, will no longer exist, since filler itself will no longer exist.
5. Those who still collect LPs – maybe even CDs – will be looked upon by others as the equivalent of Civil War re-enactors or Renaissance Faire freaks – hopelessly bent, stuck in some weird-ass time warp, and lonely and frustrated beyond belief. These people will seek to broaden their obsessions and alienation from society by diving in deep to collector minutiae like flexidiscs, cereal-box records and handheld-camera concert DVDs.
6. Finally, all this abundance will by necessity lead to some filtering. Crap music will still dominate what most people listen to, but as now, you and I won’t concern ourselves with that. What will happen is that the truly great stuff will be heard, and heard by a great many more people than hear it today. The mediocre and the lame will also be heard by many more ears, but there will be a network of gatekeepers, often your friends, or sometimes a web site you like, whose tastes will help govern what you’re downloading and seeking out.
So hey, it’s not all bad. We can either become Luddites and rail about the injustice of technology & write Ted Kaczynski supportive letters, or recognize the glorious bounty before us and give up some of the cachet that came from having something no one else did. We’ll share in this wonderful, collective harvest of sound from here on. You’re all a bunch of communists anyway, right? We’re in Berkeley! To put as fine a point on it as I can : These next five years are when the oft-spoken, but rarely-believed mantra “It’s all about the music” will truly be put to its final test.
SOUTHERN COMFORT are the Sydney, Australia-based progeny of Angie Bermuda of the bands Straight Arrows, her own “Angie” and Ruined Fortune.
Their fantastic second 45’s been a big, big hit in my house for weeks now. Awash in swirling baths of guitar and lovely dual vocals that float over two exceptionally well-constructed pop-psych numbers, it’s almost like they’re planting a tempting stake in the ground for paisley underground, round three. It’s better than The Tourists’ single and almost nearly as good as Salvation Army’s – how about that?

“The Darby Crash Band”, right after Darby had returned from England and pledged his allegiance to Adam and the Ants.
A final GERMS show was still to come, thankfully, on December 3rd, 1980.

Press release from THE BANGS, 1982. Later The Bangles, of course.
Their first 45 and EP are fantastic revved-up day-glo 60s pop, and legend has it they used to blow bands like Black Flag and Red Cross off the stage.