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Anyone else out there running into this stuff from MediaFire? One of my readers brought this to my attention and then I started running across it on other sites. Here we go again. It would be one thing if they were actually showing concern for the artists, but instead they are just trying to rope you into giving money to Amazon or iTunes. Nevah! You think White Flag is getting money from Amazon for their out of print CD? And they don’t offer the LP for download, either. If you run into this crap on my site, leave a note in the comments and I’ll try to fix it.
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All the old posts have now been switched over to MediaFire and the site is, once again, fully functional. Let’s see how long this lasts, shall we? I have to admit my confidence in MediaFire could be a little higher, but I’ll give them a chance. And am I the only one who has trouble with their multi-uploader? It rarely works and you have to upload one file at a time, hovering over the site until it goes through. To compound the problem, the nearest high speed internet connection I have is a gas station on the edge of the nearest town with minimal heat and stinks of fried pork tenderloin and potato wedges. So here I am, stinking of pork tenderloins and potato wedges, and what the hell have you clowns done for me? Nuthin’!
Oh, and I did some long-overdue site maintenance while I was waiting and stinking. Basically, I added some new categories to aid in site navigation. Now, you can get all the Mentors and El Duce posts at the click of a mouse and I did the same with a couple other bands and genres. I have also received a couple requests in the past to put together a list of some of the top retard and fake Punk releases. Well, I’m not sure if I can really comply with such a request but, as far as this site goes, I added the categories of Poopy Punk and Poopy Rock that, while containing some legitimate releases, tends to gravitate more towards the bands and artists who went the extra mile in general dumbassitude and crapola. Not that most of this stuff isn’t stupid, mind you! I have some new posts in the works and should have them up by then end of the week.
Well, first off, let’s show some respect for what has to be one of the greatest LP covers if all time. Absolutely stunning. Secondly, I can happily say that the music almost lives up to it, as this is truly one of the best biker rock records ever made. And, lastly, this guy has to be one of the best hard rock vocalists ever—if you are looking for a quick way to blast paint off the walls, just crank and endless loop of one of Mr. Stokes’ howls. There are a couple dumb songs on here but, for the most part, this thing rocks with a solid seedy, cynical vibe to it. My picks would be “The Devil Just Called My Name”, “Waltz For Jaded Lovers”, “Should Have Married Peggy Sue”, “The Wolfpack Rides The Night”, and “Hot Summer Night In The City”, but the whole LP is pretty solid for this sort of scummy hard rock.
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This LP is a decent piece of camp from a cheesy biker flick that I actually don’t recall ever having seen. I’m posting it because the Simon Stokes tracks on here totally rip and they comprise half the LP. These same songs are on the “Simon Stokes and the Nighthawks” LP, but I don’t own that record and never even heard it, so I couldn’t tell you if they are the same versions or not. I can tell you, however, that this is his best material and probably the best stuff he ever signed his name to. I can also tell you that the LP he put out in the late 70’s is a must to avoid for the most part—it sounds very little like these early releases and, of course, it is the only one that turns up anymore.
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Well, Mr. Poopy needs to take a leave of absence, so I’ll leave you with one of the greatest Punk albums ever made. Granted this LP is a little corny in parts but what they lack in tact, they make up for in sheer attitude. Taken in context, it’s easy to see why this bunch of bikers trying to jump on the bandwagon didn’t earn their proper place in history with the rest of the Punkers of their day but, when viewed from the perspective of a listener in 2009, they rank as one of the best. In short, this is offensive crap done for the sheer pleasure of producing offensive crap with no redeeming social value—and this is the way it should be! While they appear to be somewhat dolled up on the LP cover, it is safe to say that these guys were complete degenerates and I mean that in the most complimentary fashion possible, as it really shines through in these tunes. And, if the tunes don’t earn the LP’s place as a masterpiece, get a load of the cover art!
I’m not the first person to write about these guys and, according to some Punk historian (Henry Rollins?), bass player Dick Head tried to beat the shit out of Ian MacKaye after he blew his bass amp when the Teen Idles opened for them at a Mentors gig in California. I stare at the picture of Mr. Head and envision him chasing Ian MacKaye around the parking lot. Too bad he didn’t catch him—and kill him!
Aside from Puke, Spit and Guts, this is one of the few serious attempts by biker dudes to cash in on the Punk scene. A lot of Punk purists poo-poo this record and, as one can glean from songs like “Rokker’s Lament” and “Pigeon Hole Wankers”, the Punksters of Austin, TX didn’t much care for them either back in the day. I like this record, though, and biker rock in general, but this really is a ’77-style punk record more than anything else. At the very least, this slab scores points for doing one of the few incest-related Punk songs that I know of—a topic that simply doesn’t get enough coverage in contemporary music!
Keeping with the bikers, I offer you the first Dick Destiny LP. Mr. Destiny and crew were a biker band that played around the Allentown, PA area back in the 80’s and 90’s, often having to share the stage with incompatible acts like Ween and assorted college rock crap. This record is heavy guitar rock that pushes the guitars way out front and, for some unfathomable reason, sticks Dick’s vocals in the back. The lyrics on this thing score a solid 11 out of 10 on the Poopy Scale, by which I mean they are retarded, ridiculous and hilarious. For the most part these tunes are pretty stripped down, bordering on Punk, but he would probably kick your ass if you said that to his face. After leaving the band, Dick Destiny went on to become a pretty decent writer and the fact that the man appears to be fairly articulate and intelligent provides me with a sense of relief for some reason.
10/10/09–Either someone has been bitching at Rapidshare or they simply don’t like that .rar file for some reason. All the tracks are listed above.
Man, this record sucks! Why do I torture myself? So I can torture you? When I was a kid I always saw bikers as kind of rough dudes who drank a lot and lived kind of a nihilistic, “outlaw” lifestyle. As I grew to know some of those types of guys, I found them to be a pretty ornery bunch who, at one minute, would be joking around with you and, at the next minute, would be flying off the handle and threatening to kick your ass. They were a feral and unpredictable bunch. As I got a little older, I encountered another type of “biker”. This type of “biker” appeared in the form of the white-collar corporate douchebags whose presence I had to suffer to earn a living. These guys would piss away thousands of dollars on a Harley to show they were hip, ride it to work once or twice a year or maybe ride it up to Sturgis on their paid vaction. They would buy all the nifty clothes and accessories that said “Harley-Davidson” on it and wear them to work on “casual Fridays”. This record was created for the latter of these two types of “bikers”.
My guess is that this record was made to play in the background at a trade show or possibly the show room of a dealership. Both sides of the LP have the same songs and, embarrassingly, Harley-Davidson produced it. Simon Stokes this shit ain’t—it is geared towards the lowest common denominator of braindead Yuppie scum, looking to satisfy a midlife crisis. Thankfully, this record does not appear to have made it out to the general public. I have never seen another copy and, yes, mine is beat to hell—perhaps by some biker dude who hated it as much as I do!
BELOW ARE THE SUCKY SONGS ON THIS THING:
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