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fuckinrecordreviews:

There’s a subsection of our charter that dictates Fuckin’ Record Reviews has an obligation to stop what we’re doing and study Conflict every time a new edition gets issued, even if it’s in the form of an electronic button (which this is not, thankfully). We recommend you do the same.

12xurecs:

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the first issue since 2013’s badly received “comeback” edition. John Petkovic (Death Of Samantha, Cobra Verde, Sweet Apple) interview, record reviews, guest editorial by the intimidating Randy L.

Was just about to proclaim myself the first to reblog this new CONFLICT digital edition (first in a year!) when I, saw, of course, Fuckin’ Record Reviews already scooped us.

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I’ve recently been bidding in a couple of auctions online for old back issues of SLASH, and I’ve lost every time because I’m not willing to pay $40+ for a magazine. My loss, I’m sure, because unless someone comps all of those magazines into a book, the way Search & Destroy did over 20 years ago, I (sniff) may never get to read the whole set. #firstworldproblems

Here’s another SoCal punk mag you and I might never get to stain our hands with, courtesy of Ryan Richardson’s Fanzine Faves. It features the luminous DeDe Troit on the cover, plus a bunch of other heroes, circa 1981 – just pre-hardcore, just post-Masque/Hong Kong/“Decline”.

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BEER SAMIZDAT

We shall speak of this only once. If you’re someone who enjoys the better things in life – namely excellent beer – you may be interested in another blog I’ve been doing (and which I recently resurrected after a period of being fed up with the whole thing) called BEER SAMIZDAT.

It’s a repository for various beer travel reports, reviews, musings, self-flagellating and other tossed-off writing and snark. If you’re interested, please have a look.

BEER SAMIZDAT

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There’s a mighty wind of righteous and gnarly tuneage blowing across my computer in the form of DYNAMITE HEMORRHAGE RADIO #32, our (appx.) bi-weekly podcast of the best and brightest raw, sub-underground rock music of the last 50 years. Given that I’d been m.i.a. for three weeks, I tacked on an additional 15 minutes of crazed RnR, extending the life of this podcast past our normal hour limit to a big 1:15. That’s enough to burn on a CD-R, and enough for you to press the download or play button and listen to it right about now.

“New” or “new-ish” is an operative word this time, with less-than-1-year old stuff in play from VELO, BRIDGE COLLAPSE, GROWTH, POW!, SAUNA YOUTH, FLESH WORLD, PANG, NEONATES and more. I then stuffed in a couple of New Zealand Velvets-mining classics from The Terminals and The Pin Group; some English DIY from Desperate Bicycles and Cardiac Arrest, some 50s/60s girl stuff, and what the hell, even a Misfits tune.

Download Dynamite Hemorrhage Radio #32 here.
Stream (or download) the show on Soundcloud here. 
Listen to, and subscribe to the show on iTunes here.

Track listing:

VELO – I’m in Hate
SAUNA YOUTH – False Jesli Pt. II
IRREPARABLES – Broken Sound
PANG – Attention Deficit
THE FALL-OUTS – Like Me
MISS ALEX WHITE & THE RED ORCHESTRA – She Wanna
POW! – Cyber Attack!!
THE MISFITS – TV Casualty
MAD VIRGINS – I Am A Computer
KENT III – The Palms
SO SO MANY WHITE WHITE TIGERS – Paws
DESPERATE BICYCLES – Handlebars
BRIDGE COLLAPSE – Blockbreaker
GRASS WIDOW – Tattoo
THE PIN GROUP – Coat
PALACE BROTHERS – Drinking Woman
NEONATES – Gridlock
CARDIAC ARREST – T.V. Friends
GOOD THROB – Double White Demin
DIANE RAY – Please Don’t Talk To The Lifeguard
ARLETTE ZOLA – Mathematiques Elementaire
LONG BLONDES – New Idols
FLESH WORLD – Sturdy Swiss Hiker
GROWTH – Whip
THE TERMINALS – Do The Void

Past Shows:
Dynamite Hemorrhage #31    (playlist) 
Dynamite Hemorrhage #30    (playlist) 
Dynamite Hemorrhage #29    (playlist) 
Dynamite Hemorrhage #28    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #27    (playlist) 
Dynamite Hemorrhage #26    (playlist) 
Dynamite Hemorrhage #25    (playlist) 
Dynamite Hemorrhage #24    (playlist) 
Dynamite Hemorrhage #23    (playlist) 
Dynamite Hemorrhage #22    (playlist) 
Dynamite Hemorrhage #21    (playlist) 
Dynamite Hemorrhage #20    (playlist)

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I’ve made brief mention of it in this forum, but never explicitly made known in a linkable, full-post form the horrible truth about another all-music blog that I used to helm from 2003-2006 called AGONY SHORTHAND. During its time it was, I guess, one of the “very early music blogs”; I know that when I got the idea to write online on February 5th, 2003 and posted this missive, I didn’t know of any others that I’d be interested in reading, and in fact can’t remember any others that were around at all, 11+ years later. It’s funny, there was an interview with one of the founders of one of the core all-mp3 underground music blogs not too long ago, can’t remember which, and he cited Agony Shorthand as a main “if that guy can do it, so can I” influence, which is flattering and illustrative, if only I could remember his name. The memory’s the first thing to go, folks.

To get out 4-5 sometimes lengthy posts per week, I’d take a self-imposed break from work, log on during my infant son’s three-hour nap, or take an entire Sunday night to write about virtually any and every music-related topic I was interested in. If I was listening to a CD in the car, I’d review that. If I felt that a record from Mike Rep & The Quotas, the Impact All-Stars or Can (for example) wasn’t getting its due, I’d write a full-throated defense. If I thought it was important to make a list of my favorite whatevers today, that was often a fine idea for a post. Maybe I’d just discovered YouTube for the first time. I probably wrote more raw content on Agony Shorthand that I have anywhere else, ever, and if it was often tossed-off and “bloggy” (i.e. without much quality control, like much of my writing), it also reflected one of those periods in my life in which I was deeply and intensely into music, letting the thrill of writing about it help drive my continued consumption of more, more, more.

My rapacious and unbridled male ego really got pumped on a daily basis when I’d see, around 2005-2006, that up to 700 people a day (“uniques”!) were actually clicking on the blog, with an average hovering around 500 at its peak. This is absolutely nothing by popular web standards, of course, and a pissant number even for popular music blogs today. Yet Agony Shorthand wasn’t exactly dealing with “Vampire Weekend” or “Arctic Monkeys”-level bands (to name two artistes from around that era whom I’ve never heard, but heard of). I couldn’t believe it was possible to reach an audience of that size with my mush-mouth music blather, and moreover, many of these folks were frequently commenting on the posts, sometimes to the tune of 60-75 comments per post. Again, that’s a ludicrously small amount of traffic and interaction by most standards, and I grant you that; however, nothing I’ve done since has even come close.

Given the lack of tools available within the then pre-Google Blogger platform, the site looked (and continues to look) extremely primitive. Early on, you couldn’t post pictures, and then once you could, they could only be one size – the original. This lead to some really ridiculously laid-out posts. My pal Rebecca from work, who knew her way around raw HTML, formatted the site a little bit for me, but after I stopped doing the site in 2006 and wanted to make some edits, and somehow pushed the site template fully over to the far left, creating the weird left-justified effect you see here. And I stopped working with Rebecca, and couldn’t ask her to help anymore.

Sadly, all the comments have disappeared, too. People would get really worked up about some of the stuff I’d write, and naturally, I did my best to throw my half-formed musical opinions out there and stake a claim to the truth, hoping that someone wanted to take frothing exception. There was an entire series called “Jukebox Jury” where I’d reevaluate some of my teenage 1980s favorite bands that raised some hackles. That was a ton of fun. I enjoyed “gently ribbing” ARTHUR magazine, here, here and here. And I enjoyed bestowing the “Overrated” label on as many sacred cows as possible, all because I’d decided I didn’t like them all that much (including The Monks, The Raincoats, Waylon Jennings, The Pop Group, The Dictators and The Homosexuals, the latter of whom I’ve subsequently changed my tune on).

Perhaps the most flagrant of all was a 2004 post I did, later removed (with personal apology provided to the aggrieved) out of concern for the sanity and paper-thin skin of its target. The post was a one-paragraph takedown of Chris Stigliano’s troglodyte Black To Comm fanzine and his pro-rawkin’, anti-homo views. Let’s just say that Stigliano was not pleased, and sent me at least ten unhinged emails in the subsequent 24 hours venting his supreme displeasure. He had a blog around that time – he still might – and nearly every other post for a period of time concerned the injustice of me and another writer’s having questioned his beliefs & writing style. It was the most one-sided “war” of all time, with my own manhood, beliefs and musical taste blown into smithereens by this man’s righteous and unslaked fury. He told me he wouldn’t stop his late-night typed assaults until he’d gotten his “pound of flesh”, and by virtue of his literally dozens of blog posts on the matter, and me apologetically removing my single post on his dumbo magazine a week after it was written, I think he may have finally received it. I sure hope so.

The whole Agony Shorthand blog reflected my obsessive and still-active need to catalog my musical thoughts and tastes, and was by far the most blog-like thing I’ve done before or since – even “confessional”, if only to a point and then only about guilty pleasures or bands that only a dope like me could enjoy. It’s hard to find the time and energy to write pieces like that now, and I think that the reason you see so many people (such as myself) gravitate to the Tumblr platform and to social media is because we can post song files or photos in thirty seconds or less and call it “a post”, feeling proud and satisfied that we shared something with the people that reflects our good taste and breeding.

There are pros and cons to be had. I wish I could have embedded song files on Agony Shorthand back then – I later started a blog called Detailed Twang that just gave them away – but I also wish the new platforms didn’t make us all so lazy and uncritical as well. That’s part of the reason I decided to put out a print ‘zine again, to help sharpen the critical eye a bit and to see if I could write about music in ways that didn’t necessarily have to include a band photo or a song file – just my own unvarnished prose, warts and all. It’s hard work, and a reason why if we see another edition of Dynamite Hemorrhage fanzine (and I think we will), it won’t be until later this year.

Finally, I was able to nab a couple of good email interviews on Agony Shorthand back then that I don’t want to necessarily be buried in search results and the effluvia of time. Here are some links to click on when you have a spare moment or two:

Interview with Alice Bag (The Bags)

Interview with Mike Atta (The Middle Class)

Interview with Mike Rep (Mike Rep & The Quotas)

Interview with Clint Conley (Mission of Burma) about Boston hardcore

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urbankill:

X__X – No Non ¢s
“Life’s greatest pleasures are often its most fleeting. Witness, for example, the ephemeral run of X__X, a turbulent quartet that tore through Cleveland like a Dadaist cyclone for six months in 1978. Preceding his imminent relocation to NYC, burly, blond brawler John D Morton assembled the project as a tighter, more rocking successor to his storied proto-punk act, the electric eels. An early, practice-room incarnation included that group’s inimitable singer, Dave E. McManus, as well as future Psychotronic Encyclopedia of Film author Michael J. Weldon. Shortly thereafter, the cast of characters stabilized to encompass razor-wire guitarist Andrew Klimeyk; CLE magazine editor turned bassist Jim Ellis; and drummer Anton Fier, who went on to fame and fortune with the Feelies, the Lounge Lizards, Pere Ubu, and the Golden Palominos.

Pronounced “ex blank ex,” the name also doubled as a mental exercise in which a person could insert random words or phrases between the two letters in the moniker. Hence, Morton’s jab at the Rolling Stones’ sagging legacy for the title of this hotly-anticipated retrospective: X Sticky Fingers X. Compiling a couple of prized singles with a feast of lo-fi but raging live and rehearsal material, the album boasts radical revisions of several eels classics alongside tunes that would appear drastically altered on a Styrenes LP and on Klimeyk’s solo seven-inch. As if that weren’t sufficiently tantalizing, underground-culture historian and journalist Jon Savage penned the hepcat liner notes that accompany this “really boss set” of “mean sounds aimed at making your feet move.”

But forget that jive. The main lure is Morton’s ridiculously potent cocktail of brute force, no-wave squall, and nihilistic art prank. Pissed-off vocals, ass-kicking riffs, a hard-charging rhythm section, and the whirr of onstage circular saws split the air. Yet somehow, tracks such as “A,” “Drapery Hooks (of My Love),” and the grammar-flouting “Your Full of Shit” manage to be catchier than syphilis. Moments of genuine confusion abound, too: “Rattler” stops dead before it truly starts, and a snatch of audience vérité purports to be a cover of “I’m So Fucked Up,” a “song” by one of Morton’s previous “bands” Johnny & the Dicks—in this case, a purely conceptual one that never played music. (Joke’s on you, pal.)

Nowadays, X__X’s erstwhile leader resides in the hinterlands of New York State, a base from where he paints, sculpts, writes, draws, snaps photos, churns out giclée prints, chops wood, and occasionally travels to perform with the Dunking Swine of Chelsea, Scarcity of Tanks, and the charmingly-christened New Fag Motherfuckers. Despite these numerous pursuits, he still found time to design the package and supervise the production of this definitive anthology. And so, it is with tremendous pride that Ektro Records and I present X Sticky Fingers X in all its unruly splendor. For your pleasure. Unto eternity.

Jordan N. Mamone, New York City

January 12, 2014”

X__X’s  “X Sticky Fingers X” LP retrospective is due March 28th on Finland’s Ektro Records. Ain’t seen no one post about this so I’m posting about it. 100% useful posts on my blog.

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Neo Boys – Sooner Or Later (KLP242) Reviewed in Dynamite Hemorrhage Issue #1

K Records blogged Erika Elizabeth’s NEO BOYS review from the first issue of Dynamite Hemorrhage fanzine….

krecs:

Dynamite Hemorrhage #1The following review of the Neo Boys’ Sooner Or Later [KLP242] was found in the zine Dynamite Hemorrhage #1. 12663084084_0a726aa880_z

NEO BOYS – Sooner or Later 2xLP (KLP242)

“Nothing has changed/everything has changed since the brief five years that the Neo Boys existed from 1978 to 1983. Over two decades after four ladies in Portland, Oregon came together to make their own simultaneously uncertain & powerfully confident noise, women of the underground are still struggling to be recognized as equals with their male peers & the act of a girl picking up a guitar or a pair of drumsticks or a microphone is still a revolutionary act. Like their contemporaries the Wipers or the Rats (with the pre-Dead Moon Fred & Toody Cole), the Neo Boys’ approach to punk was one deeply rooted in the frustrations & nihilism bred in an era when Portland (and the Pacific Northwest in general) was still a fucked-up cultural backwoods; a place where it was up to the girls, queers, weirdos & freaks to channel their alienation into creating their own brand of smart & uncompromising musical rebellion as escape. In this LP’s linear notes, Neo Boys bassist KT Kincaid pays tribute to dozens of women who were crucial figures in the Northwest punk scene of the late ’70s/early ’80s, but in many ways, the list of their far-from-familiar names stands in contrast to some of the well-known men (the Dils, DOA, the Wipers, et al) billed on the show flyers & posters reproduced inside the gatefold sleeve, in case anyone needs more evidence that reissues like this one are vital, necessary corrections of past oversights that have denied so many brave women noisemakers their due.  
This anthology collects both of the Neo Boys’ proper releases (their self-titled 7” from 1980 & the Crumbling Myths EP from 1982) with a treasure trove of demo recordings, live tracks & other sonic ephemera previously at risk of being lost to the ages. You can literally hear their musical evolution, not just from the punk era, but also the transformation of their endearingly shaky & hesitant playing into boldly coloring outside of the lines, rejecting more rigid punk conformity in their creation of a blueprint for countless feminist punks of the future ( see: the before & after versions of stone-cold ’80s underground classic “Never Comes Down”). It’s no coincidence that modern torchbearers Grass Widow covered the Neo Boys “Time Keeps Time” side-by-side with Wire’s “Mannequin” on a recent single – hopefully this sprawling retrospective will make the Neo Boys an equally recognizable name in discriminating post-punk households, because it’s long overdue.”  
– Erika Elizabeth, Dynamite Hemorrhage #1, November 2013. Print.

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Right on. What do you think?

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Pardon me for wandering off the rock-n-roll reservation for this one, but I tend to do that sometimes. This scorching 60s “cumbia” from Columbia comes from a digital compilation of 45s that the ethnic music blog Shellachead put together in 2012 and posted a couple of months ago. Seriously, you can buy his entire comp for $1 here.

Shellachead then did the same thing for 2013 (“Recently Acquired 45s”) and posted it here – this one’s a “name your price” special!

David Murray is the guy behind this stuff, along with multiple excellent ethic 45rpm and 78rpm compilations on Dust-to-Digital. One of my favorites of his is the recent collection of 60s Yemenese singles, “Qat, Coffee and Qambus”, which you can stream here.

So when I’m not kicking out the jams with today’s young rockers, this is where I tend to spend my time. Other ethnic platters high in rotation of late include:

Back to our normal programming next time. Meanwhile, press the play button & unbuckle those pants for maximum movement.

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fuckinrecordreviews:

“…this sounds like it was recorded very far from where you live by people you will never meet.”

SUPERDOPE #5 1993 (no page #)

HYPHEN-SMYTHE review by JAY HINMAN, Editor

  • On 12/15/13 we added, “There was this point in 1992 where the incipient Forced Exposure catalogue tilted toward gonzo psych obscurities, about four years before the website and prior to Jimmy’s conversion to outré 808 digitalis. Jay references this early turn in the header above.” 
  • Can’t figure out why peoplez ain’t screaming about HYPHEN-SMYTHE and their precursor collective, SAY YES TO APES. More gone than some of the best of the New Zealand stuff from that era.