David Nudelman & The Wild Breed – “Sing Songs For Underage Kooks” (1987)
Obviously, I’m not real big on retro bands and I never had much love for all those retro Sixties garage bands that started popping up in the 80’s. However, while this band kind of has that sort of sound, I give this record a pass, as it seems to cross the line from retro rock into high weirdness. Actually, as a fan of retardo, dumbass shit, I have to say that this is a pretty good record that was put out with all the best intentions. The cover art is pretty fine, as well, done in a 12” format, despite the actual vinyl being a 7” and, rather than have actual covers pressed, they just inserted a couple pieces of paper over an old thrift store record. Pretty classy, I must say, and it was all bought and paid for with the money his momma gave him for singing lessons. There’s some fine musicianship on this thing, as well, and any aspiring guitar player who ever got stoned and wanked off to a digital reverb pedal should relate to “Mother’s Dream”.
David Nudelman & The Wild Breed
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Feederz – 1979 Demo (Cassette)
One of the few good things that came out of a recent move was that it gave me a chance to go through some of the crap that had been festering in my collection over the years, which included finding a few forgotten treasures, such as this old Feederz demo that I had a guy rip from the original cassette. The sound quality is about what you’d expect from 1979, but I’ve heard worse and it does little to hamper the pleasure of hearing a youthful-sounding Frank Discussion belting out songs from the first LP and 7”. Better still is the fact that it contained several songs that never made it onto any of their official recordings and they are all pretty good tunes, done in the style of the first 7″. Frank Discussion is a man after my own heart and his misanthropy, anti-establishment stance, and complete lack of tact should have been a model for all Punkers to follow, but they wound up enjoying relative obscurity instead. This is essential listening for anyone who ever dug this band.
Frank Discussion
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Silent Tools Of Justice – Booklet (1991)
Two Sides Of The Equation
Well, I haven’t put up any literature in a while, so I’ll subject you people to an exceptional piece of nastiness from my sordid archives. Do I need to state that I don’t take this shit seriously? I suppose in this age of Big Brother I do, so I’ll state flat out that I’m definitely not on board with this author in this slightest. In fact, I suspect the guy who wrote this thing may have been a little nuts, but I am basing my theory on past experiences with similar wingnuts, rather than any personal knowledge of the writer. Why do I even own this thing? Well, I own tons of stuff like this, mainly because I am not a big fan of fiction, being of a frame of mind that compels me to get material on “fringe” elements in our society straight from the source and form my own opinion, rather than ingest what some writer has to say about it.
The Illusion Of Freedom
What we have here is a book that basically instructs the reader on how to poison people to death. What kind of people? Politicians, pro-abortionists, judges, cops and probably just about anyone else that would piss off a cat like the writer and, apparently, old Maynard wasn’t the easiest guy to get along with, as he wound up getting himself killed in prison. Or was it the Government?!?! Oooooh! Who knows? And who cares, as at this point I don’t put anything past the overall potential for human rottenness. All the same, I find something about this particular piece of literature to be exceptionally vile and an endless source of grisly fascination to me. I mean, poisoning someone to death has to be one of the most cowardly, pussy-ass ways to do a guy in that I can possibly think of, for starters! Just get a load of what some of the things described in this book will do to a guy and you’ll see what I mean.
While this can be used as an example of propaganda from the extreme Right, I choose to see it as an example of a state of mind.
Good Hunting
What state of mind? Well, at some point in some peoples lives there comes a time when they realize things aren’t quite right with the world. Perhaps they might convince themselves that every politician on the face of the earth is a criminal scumbag and a puppet owned by a private entity, and that every “decision” they make is actually part of some sweetheart deal for their own benefit and often to the detriment of the people they are supposed to be serving. Perhaps they will get it in their head that the police, the media, the education system, and so on are all in on the deal, as well, helping to serve the same people who own the politicians by keeping the public in line. Needless to say, exposure to these unpleasant facts of life can serve to rain on one’s parade to a certain degree and may cause a certain type of person to want to “do something about it”. And exactly what would that be? For some, it may mean getting involved in politics and grassroots organizations that educate the public a la Alex Jones. For others, it means lashing out at
Hang The Judge
whatever form of authority crosses their field of vision, doing shit that is guaranteed to get you noticed by the powers that be by making a big show out of not paying taxes or refusing to get a social security number or drivers license, or starting wars with local law enforcement. It seems to me that the former method is preferable to the latter, but to each his own, I say. However, there is nothing I disrespect more than a guy who martyrs himself for no good reason. Life is for living and I can’t fathom why a guy would hang himself out to dry, pissing off the authorities by publishing a worthless piece of shit like this—and I’ve published my share of worthless shit, believe me!! Supposedly, 60,000 of these were put into circulation—a relative drop in the bucket compared to any mainstream publication, but you can bet your ass this guy made a shit-list or two for his troubles. And for what? The amusement of Mr. Poopy? Well, if that’s the case, mission accomplished, buddy! Suffice it to say, it appears that he failed to inspire too many people to do his dirty work for him, as all the stuff in this book has been available on the Internet for years, but I can’t say I’m aware of too many politicians keeling over from Ricin or anything else for that matter.
This book is about as nasty as it gets—definitely not for the squeamish! This is a high quality scan–not like the pictures in this post.
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El Duce / Dr. Scum – “Musical Pornography” CD (1993)
Well, it’s been a few weeks, but I appear to be back in the saddle, so we’ll get the ball rolling again with another one of my personal faves. I have been a die-hard Mentors fan since I was a kid and, no matter what musical phase I might have been going through, I always had a special place in my heart for this band. Understand that there is a certain point where “fandom” transcends just a love for the music itself, but crosses over into a fanatical appreciation of the musicians themselves—this is how I feel about The Mentors. Granted, just about everything these guys ever wrote was about the same basic subject matter, but that is irrelevant—it is what these individuals stood for and the lives they lead that gives meaning to this music and El Duce did, indeed, live the life. I really miss that guy, but the new Mentors are still pretty good. Honestly, you can barely tell the difference with the hoods on, but I long for the good old days with El Duce on drums and vocals.
So I’m not going to argue that this is the best Mentors album ever made. Some folks would argue that they peaked with “You Axed For It” and “Up The Dose”, but I couldn’t disagree more. Personally, I think their later self-released recordings such as “The Man, The Myth, The Legend” and “Lock Up Yer Daughters” are some of their best stuff, as it catches the band in a more relaxed mode where they are just tossing ideas around. These recordings definitely reflect what was going on during those later years, shortly before El Duce’s death, but I think they were in rare form on this one, despite the regrettable absence of Sickie Wifebeater. El Duce was the most gifted dirty limerick writer to ever walk the face of the earth and, while I suspect he kind of half-made up the words to some of these songs as he went along, he really outdid himself on this one. It truly is some of his finest work and he manages to stay only about half drunk off his ass throughout the recordings, barking, grunting, crooning and moaning music that is truly that of The Gods. Musically, it’s your typical Mentors stuff, with thin production, but this album really works for me insofar as it serves to capture the true ESSENCE of the band, by which I mean a bunch of old drunks singing about being rock stars, denying back stage passes to stuck-up chicks, and being indecisive about which groupie to fuck. Every song on this CD is a masterpiece—every one of them is memorable. Not that there is such a thing as a “bad” Mentors song. Everything these individuals created was brilliant!
Many is the time that these songs found their way into my truck’s CD player only to stay in there for days and sometimes weeks, playing over and over again. I’m not joking.
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There’s No Shame In What I’m Doin’
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Chainsaw – “Polaride Pictures” 7″ (1978)
Well, here’s another fine slice of moron Punk for you, dredged from the $0.99 cent bin to my turntable to you. Actually, I was pretty stoked to find this one about a year ago, as the criminally out-of-print “We Are Not Very Nice” CD that came out back in 2001 has been one of my picks for the decade. This is another one of those bands that people would have written off as “fake” back in the day, with the lead singer and guitar player getting their start in the glitter band Christopher Milk prior to starting this project. However, like many “fake” bands from that era, the results are far more amusing in 2009 than many of their contemporaries. Were these guys trying too hard? Hell, no! They were busting their asses—but to no avail! While older guys were obviously writing these songs, the lyrics sound like they were written by a 13 year-old kid, and that works for me quite nicely, thank you very much. All songs should be this good, bitching about those annoying popular kids with perfect teeth and all. Would it be mean of me to suggest that this band may not have been the sharpest tools in the shed? Perhaps, but you can tell they were really trying their hardest to be bad-ass Punks and every one of these songs is completely hilarious and retarded. The tracks from the original 7” are below and I graciously offer you the CD for download, complete with fake “live” recordings that sound like they dubbed the applause from a baseball game at Yankee Stadium and broken glass sound effects for an audience. Another criminally underrated masterpiece that deserved more love from an audience with a sense of humor.
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Kali Bahlu – “Cosmic Remembrance” LP (1967)
I hadn’t listened to this record in years, prior to doing this blog and I had truly forgotten how nuts this LP is. It really doesn’t get much weirder than this one and to say they don’t make ‘em quite like Kali Bahlu anymore would be putting it mildly. I simply can’t imagine who would have bought this thing back in 1967–even your typical, stupid Hippie would have had little use for this kind of insanity. What we have here are four cosmic “fairy tales”, narrated by the piercing voice of an LSD-inebriated Kali Bahlu. Anyone ever watch those old Dragnet episodes with Hippies in them? Well, Kali could have easily fit in with that crowd, as this record almost comes off as a cartoon of someone completely out of their mind on drugs. But this is no cartoon—the lady is serious. My favorite track on this is “A Cosmic Telephone Call From The Angel Liesle And The Buddha”, but WordPress isn’t cooperating with me, so you’ll have to download to hear it. Trust me, it doesn’t get any more “outer-limits” than this shit!
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