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I wrote this frothing review back on July 6th, 2006 on my Agony Shorthand blog….
WOODEN SHJIPS : “SHRINKING MOON FOR YOU” 10”EP……
Intense, layered, guitar acid-wash motorbike rock from a San Francisco act who, with one record, are now one of my favorite bands on the planet circa 2006. Imagine an ear-blowing cross between SUICIDE, “White Light/White Heat” VELVET UNDERGROUND, the guy that did that “Get Stoned Ezy With The Afflicted Man” record and some nut with a tape loop machine, and you’ve gotWOODEN SHJIPS on this wide-grooved psychedelic head trip.
The first side is the monster title track, which sounds like an army of bikers with guitars gone completely haywire on mushrooms & ready to mow down every pusillanimous punker in their path. They carry this on for many, many a minute, but no matter how long it is it’s just not long enough – the needle’s going right back where it started. W-o-w. This is truly one for the out-there “heads” and the “garage punks” to sit down together and break bread over.
“Death’s Not Your Friend” is the ghostly Suicide-ish one and is just as great, sounding just like they got Eno to guest star on keyboards for the soundtrack to some modern vampire flick; “Space Clothes” is a bunch of bizarre looping, backwards shit & test-pattern guitar, and it’s totally eerie and mean. When your pals tell you there’s no good new bands poppin’ up in 2006, you need to grab them by their fine Dacron ensembles and force-feed them this gargantuan EP. Time to hit the hustings and learn more about WOODEN SHJIPS and ask why they’re literally giving it away when this should be $100 on eBay right now (!).
HONEY RADAR and SNEAKS (both pictured) – among many others – played the U+N Fest in Baltimore this past weekend.
Farrah Skeiky was there to take these photos.
Fantastic live music photos. Check ‘em out.
(Originally written on my Agony Shorthand blog, February 2005)
THE CRAMPS : “HOW TO MAKE A MONSTER” 2xCD
In the spirit of full disclosure, I passed by this collection on the racks for many months because I was certain that it was a new (i.e.post-1985) CRAMPS release, which meant that it was targeted for the pseudo-greaser demographic who attend hot rod shows in Orange County, along with the much-coveted tiki bar-loving psychographic. Then a few reviews hipped me to the fact that no, this 2xCD is actually a historical overview of the early Cramps, the Cramps that I cut my teeth on as a teenager, my then “favorite band” whom I credit more than any other for leading me into the music that’s defined my musical life for nearly 25 years. So naturally I snapped it up. “How To Make a Monster” might be the best Cramps bootleg ever, outside of the knockout Alex Chilton sessions that turned into the unofficial “All Tore Up” LP that I still maintain is the single best Cramps release anytime, anywhere (including “Gravest Hits”!). Yet it’s not a bootleg, but a Lux & Ivy-sanctioned official release.
Intriguingly, as a former Cramps bootleg collector myself, I have to say I’ve never heard a single track from any of these demo and live sessions, so they did a pretty swell job sitting pretty on these recordings all these years. The first disc is compiled in a “learning to play” sequence. You get the ridiculous “Quick Joey Small”, apparently the first song the band ever learned, recorded at one of their first practices in 1976. This is followed by an assortment of later Cramps staples like “Subwire Desire” and “TV Set” that, while recorded well, are so fumbling and futzy that only the glossy sheen of pure rockabilly voodoo shines through, and hints at where they’d be only months later. As they evolved through 1976 and 1977, their sound got way tougher, and Lux began attacking the microphone in the manner to which we became accustomed. New drummer Miriam Linna (late ‘76) added that raw uber-simple thumping template that Nick Knox made famous (but didn’t improve upon), and the band as we love them appeared to have quickly come into their own around October of that year, when early versions of “I Was a Teenage Werewolf” and “I Can’t Hardly Stand It” were recorded & catalogued on these practice tapes.
While Disc 1’s history lesson is worthwhile, it’s marred by a kitchen sink approach which seeks to teach the listener how the Cramps came to be the wild band that eventually recorded duds like “Stay Sick!” and other shlock, including 4 takes on a track called “Rumble Blues” and 1988 demos like “Jackyard Backoff” (haw haw!!), recorded years after they’d shot their wad on their last good studio record, “Psychedelic Jungle”. It’s the all-live Disc 2 that’ll keep you coming back, and I say this as a person who doesn’t generally dig live records. It’s got two shows, one recorded on January 14th, 1977 at Max’s Kansas City in New York, and the other on January 13th, 1978 at CBGB. The first show displays a tentative but still obnoxious set of unrestrained rockabilly feedback hell, played for a crowd so bewildered & bummed that they heckle and cajole the band throughout their set. There might be 25 people in the crowd, tops, and though they don’t know it, they’re bearing witness to one of the great original bands of the late 1970s as they blossom in real time.
Lux’s excellent liner notes in this collection (filled with unseen band photos you gotta see, including the barely post-pubescent Ivy playing more-or-less topless guitar in 1975) make clear that The Cramps were dead serious in how they wanted their master rock plan to unfold: they, in his words, “We had a mission to move to New York and become the new New York Dolls….but we would include the most deadly ingredient of all: rockabilly”. There’s a version of “Love Me” on this one that just kills.
Where the first show on Disc 2 shows them meeting with bafflement, the second show from early ’78 proves how quickly they were to win over New York City’s fickle fanbase. Dozens of girls are screaming with raw joy after every single song, and if there’s such a thing as actually being able to hear drunken dancing on a live recording, it’s here. The band had progressed light years in mere months, and were a nonstop US trash culture wrecking crew, laden with fuzz and unbridled energy and an inborn ingestion of the best that low-end Americana had puked up to that point (including punk). It’s a great fucking show, one of the top 20 or so I’d wish to be transported back to given the chance. So there you have it. Skip that $30"Surfing in San Diego" red-vinyl disc and get this official thing instead.
(Originally written back in 2004)
VELVET UNDERGROUND : “BOOTLEG SERIES, VOL. 1: THE QUINE TAPES” 3xCD…..
This is one of those listening “projects” of mine that lie in a netherworld somewhere between pure entertainment enjoyment and painstaking scholarly research. It’s one that I’ve been eager to “tackle” for some time. I finally got around to active listening of all three of the heralded VELVET UNDERGROUND “Quine Tapes” discs in their entirety this past week, and like just about everyone else who’s heard them, I am very, very impressed. The Velvet Underground come away from the experience sitting in the fabled catbird seat for all-time great rock bands, right where they were perched a week ago.
The word on the street was that these were the very best of the Velvet Underground live tapes out there, far too good to only circulate on bootlegs, and deserving of a proper release. In October 2001, Polydor Records did just that. I have to agree that they’re among the best I’ve ever heard, up there with “Sweet Sister Ray” and “The Legendary Guitar Amp Tape” and some of the great rehearsal material that surfaced on the “Peel Slowly And See” box set. What makes these CDs special is that this is truly the Velvet Underground at their unadorned, most rocking best, not subject to anyone’s agenda for track listing or to shoddy recording techniques (though Robert Quine’s tapes are a bit RAW). It’s really just one young law student and a tape recorder, taping up his #1 favorite band like the seer, visionary and public servant he was.
In researching this collection on the World Wide Web, I read a couple of instructive reviews that capture some good insights on the set. This is from Jonathan Moscowitz in the New York Press:
“Quine’s tapes were made right before the Velvets went into the studio to record Loaded, an experience so negative it made Reed quit the band and move back home to Long Island. You can hear that sound foreshadowed in the versions of “It’s Just Too Much,” “Ride into the Sun” and “Follow the Leader” offered here. Good-natured and bouncy, they show off Reed’s love of old-school rock ’n’ roll and Sterling Morrison’s effortless rhythm work. At the other end of the spectrum sit the old Factory-era chestnuts “Venus in Furs” and “The Black Angel’s Death Song.” In their original incarnations both these songs were built around Cale’s heavily droning viola, and it’s instructive to hear how well the band evokes the junky creepiness of their first album without him.”
These shows were recorded in late 1969 at a large hall (The Family Dog) and a small club (The Matrix) in San Francisco, as well as the basketball gym at Washington University in St. Louis, thus illuminating the band in both spacious and intimate environs. There appear to be some extremely small, uninterested crowds in attendance, and the sets, as Moscovitz says, lean heavily to “Loaded” and third album material. There’s also a few big eye-openers: “Follow The Leader”, long considered a “lost” and highly sought-after VU song, is probably not worth much further hype as it’s a middling chugger that goes on about 10 minutes too long, clocking in at a robust 17:05. Yet nothing compares to the not one, not two, but THREE wholly unique versions of “Sister Ray”, one sitting on each disc.
You really think the Velvet Underground were the antithesis of the hippie scene? This set gives one pause. Rather than coming in blazing with posturing and standoffish black-leather New York hipster ‘tude, the Velvets instead adapted to their San Francisco environs quite well, and cranked out lengthy instrumental passages that sound like any typical free- form band of the period (just better). Quine says of the November 7-9th 1969 shows, “The first weekend, at the Family Dog, it was basically just a bunch of hippies there. They brought their tambourines, harmonicas, and were playing along. I made tapes of that stuff that came out very well. It was a large place, so they could really turn up the amps. The versions of “Sister Ray” are especially terrific if you’re willing to smoke a fat doob and sit back and feeeeeel them. Built around one of the all-time great riffs, the song has so many different piece parts that it’s really 12 songs in one – now multiply that by 3 different versions (one slow, one hard, one that morphs into an excellent “Foggy Notion”) and, well, 12 cubed = 1,728 different combinations and ways of playing “Sister Ray” on any given night. Quine captured three of them, and they’re fantastic.
There’s also a brilliant distorted version of “What Goes On” and two incredible “I’m Waiting For The Man”s – one gentle and jaunty, one dark and mean. The banana really does peel down to the base once you’ve tackled all 3 discs here, and I’m left with a much better picture of the Velvet Underground live experience than previously captured on various bootlegs. I’m confident that no two shows were identical, and that this was a band well worth slavishly following the way Quine obviously did. In sum, this small box set is essential for those who feel it important to dig deep into Velvet Underground arcana beyond the 4 LPs, the 2 posthumous LPs and the “Peel Slowly” box set. We are a limited crew, granted, but we make up in fanaticism what we lack in self-restraint – an endearing quality for Agony Shorthand readers and those few people who love them.
(Originally posted on….yeah I know, I keep recycling stuff from 9-10 years ago; that’s because it’s otherwise buried forever on a lost blog that could disappear tomorrow.….my Agony Shorthand blog in 2006)
OPAL : “HAPPY NIGHTMARE BABY” LP……
I am fortunate enough (I think) to be able to say that I saw the DREAM SYNDICATE live a few times in the 80s, but I’m not so lucky as to have caught “the Kendra lineup” – the 1981-82 one that recorded one of my Top 10 fave records ever, “The Days of Wine And Roses”.
Kendra is KENDRA SMITH, and she’s always been sort of a witchy psychedelic mystery lady. She was persona non grata for a year or so after the album (the album), and then all of a sudden she had this new band in 1984 with Dave Roback from the RAIN PARADE called CLAY ALLISON & a great gentle psych EP, and then a couple years later, pop – out came the 1987 album by her new band OPAL, who were actually the same band, and on SST records no less (then regularly polluting the bins with October Faction and Swa records). No tours, no big hoopla, just a fantastic psychedelic/kraut/paisley guitar record that sounds even better to my ears in 2006 than it did back then.
“Happy Nightmare Baby” for years actually took a backseat in my eyes to the posthuomus 1989 OPAL record called “Early Recordings”, which had all the Clay Allison stuff + a few extras. That one was really folky, sometimes-acoustic Velvet Underground-inspired shaman rock, with a lot of the mystical swirling weirdness of their later stuff only hinted at (and it’s great). But today I’m thinking “Nightmare” is the real lost classic. Roback plays guitar & feeds back like the lost son of Syd Barrett and Michael Karoli, but in a really restrained, strum-and-nod off sort of way that sets the flickering-candle mood perfectly.
It’s funny, I saw Roback live with MAZZY STAR around 1990 and his stage presence – dressed in black head to toe, sulking, unsmiling, totally too cool and “above it all” – was so off-putting that I mentally wrote him off as a big poseur for years. But that wasn’t very fair, now was it? And Kendra Smith’s vocals are just the most, you know what I mean? The careful, even way she doles out her words is a beautiful thing, most fully realized on the classic “She’s A Diamond”, a blues that’s maybe the best thing they ever did. I’m also partial to the psych-by-numbers “Magick Power”, which could have come off “Piper At The Gates of Dawn” (it’s that good).
A record with some obvious staying power this great should have been released on CD, don’t you think? I think it may have been at one time, but good luck finding it now.
(Originally posted on my Agony Shorthand blog in 2006)
VARIOUS ARTISTS : “FUZZ CLUB” 7”EP……
The name “Tom Guido” is whispered around these parts (San Francisco) with a mixture of swelling admiration and out-and-out mocking glee. The guy is infamous for being the living embodiment of insane party host “Z-Man” from “Beyond The Valley of the Dolls”, except plied with far more drinks and possessive of far fewer faculties.
His deserved claim to fame is that he turned a series of occasional “club nights” featuring late 80s garage acolyte bands called “The Fuzz Club” into a regular ownership/management gig at The Purple Onion, one of San Francisco’s most famous 1950s-60s comedy & music nightclubs, set smack dab in the middle of North Beach, the entertainment hub of the city at one point (and later the center of the city’s stripping & porn industry). That such a “character” was able to build and nurture such a cool scene around such a great venue was always nothing short of miraculous to me. His inebriated on-stage rants, most often conducted in the middle of a band’s set while they glared at him, featured some of the great ridiculous quotes in rock & roll history, and each night coming home from a Fuzz Club or Onion show was usually spent recounting those gems as much as they were recounting the sets one had seen.
Anyway, I spent a good amount of time at these venues, though I missed a few of the 1989-90 acts documented on this somewhat recent live EP called “Fuzz Club”. DRIVING WHEELS, who I definitely missed, absolutely rip – fast shredding caveman garage, of a par with the pre-lunatic speedburning Dwarves, or the Mummies at their best. If I had made some better entertainment choices in 1989 and not gone to so many friggin’ Thinking Fellers shows or whatever, I might’ve been able to tell you more.
I do remember Guido personally telling me around 1990 or so that I should forget San Francisco, that the “real scene was down in San Mateo” where garage bands like THE MUMMIES, the VANILLA WHORES and WILD BREED were uh, “bred”. All three appear here, but you won’t likely get any whiff of that magickal San Mateo scene of yesteryear, since all 3 are blurry, weak live tape deck versions of bands that were arguably better on record or truly in person (though I could truly care less about the ‘Whores or the Wild Breed).
My favorite of the 7 acts featured here after the Driving Wheels is hands-down THE GAPING WOUNDS, whom I once stumbled upon at the Chatterbox around 1989 or so and never saw nor heard again until this here record. Imagine “Toolin For A Warm Teabag”-era DWARVES with a sneering, pissed-off heroin hottie on vocals instead of Blag Jesus, blowing through a bunch of gnarly ‘core for maybe 10 minutes – oh, and two members actually were in the Dwarves, and around ’89 no one could touch the Dwarves.
So there you have it. I love that my 45 is #423/777 and that it’s personally autographed by Guido himself, but I can’t imagine that anyone outside of European garage collectors and folks who saw one or more of these bands live could ever listen to this thing more than twice. But what do I know?
(postscript – Tom Guido was found, alive and well, in San Francisco just this year (2015) by one of our correspondents)
(Originally written on my Agony Shorthand blog in 2005…)
THE RUTTO : “EI PALUUTA” 7"EP…..
A wild, borderline-inept, off the rails Finnish pseudo-hardcore record from 1983. I’ll take it! There’s a reason that record collecting scum have been scouring the auction sites for THE RUTTO’s debut of late. Now that I’ve heard the whole 6-minute package instead of just its kickoff track “Ma Vihaan”, I’m really floored by it. It’s just a massive wallop of sound, featuring a high-pitched Greg Ginn-like feedback whine that preludes every track, and a pummeling, fuzz-heavy guitar that brings almost as much steady intensity as Ginn did to tracks like “Police Story”or “I’ve Heard It Before”.
The female vocalist has this vessel-bursting vocal scrape that sounds like she’s attempting to spit up all 5-6 vowels at once – then again, perhaps that’s just the Finnish language for ya. She’s a real hoarse shouter nonetheless, and her amateur take on “singing” is in line with the rest of the DIY pleasures to be found on Rutto’s debut. Each of the 5 tracks buzz at a steady mid/high-tempo pace and don’t vary for 7/8ths of the track, yet all sort of fall to pieces at the end and stop, rev up again, and finally collapse into chaos. Fans of SOLGER, TEDDY & THE FRAT GIRLS and the motherf***in Flag themselves will be impressed. Get it on your dorky want list ASAP.
(Originally posted on my Agony Shorthand blog back in 2005)
THEE MIGHTY CAESARS : “DON’T GIVE ANY DINNER TO HENRY CHINASKI” LP
Hands down the best record of BILLY CHILDISH’s exceptionally prolific career. I went hog wild scarfing up MIGHTY CAESARS vinyl in the late 80s/early 90s when the first Crypt best-of compilation turned me onto these guys, and at one point I think I had the entire discography before Thee Headcoats went off the deep end and tossed off onto the public every fart & titter committed to tape . This one from 1987, all 19 minutes of it, was by far the boldest and most raw thing this very bold & raw trio put to vinyl, featuring early wide-groove, near-45rpm versions of hits like “She’s Just 15”, “Devious Means” and “I Can Tell”.
This is when Childish & co. were deepest into their LINK WRAY fixation(s), so among the 10 tracks are incredible, hotwired versions of “Comanche” and “Run Chicken Run” – the former is so booming & loud I’d venture to say I’d even take it over Link’s version. Also features a thumper of a run-through of THE TROGGS’ “I Want You” and several other fantastic originals that never made it to later best-of comps (to my knowledge), like “The Bay of Pigs” and my fave, “La-La, La-La, La-La-La” (easily one of the Top 3-4 Caesars tracks ever).
It’s a band that’s not difficult to forget about sometimes, given their daunting discography and near vanishment from the historical record, but man, if someone was wise & prescient enough to re-press this thing, I can think of a lot of ears that’d wanna hear it.
























