As I've come to expect having lived so long and learned so little, reality tends to step in more often than not and make existence so dry and run of the mill to the point where these days everything seems just like one big blurry picture. So like, don't expect much this time because I know that you sure don't want to hear every sordid detail of my daily sideways-turd excruciating bowel doodies or cootie infestation now, do you? Yes, after over a month of letting these jam-packed mega blog posts go by the wayside life has become so dull (if that was imaginably possible) to the point where I can't even mention something different and unique that has happened in this humdrum wonderful world of mine in a lame attempt to go one up on you all. 'n go ahead, break out your world's tiniest violins and see if I care!

The only real new and downright exciting thing that I can say this time is that my new favorite snack is a hunk of Swiss cheese with a hot and spicy (stone-ground preferred) mustard spread/squirted on it which may explain my toilet troubles, and while I'm at it try to avoid the limited edition A&W Root Beer Float flavor. Now it is somewhat good in a Boston Cooler/milkshake with loads of vanilla ice cream dumped in but on its own the stuff's overpowering with a strange flavor that for some reason reminds me of those sweet perfumes women use that really know how to draw in the fruit flies. Otherwise it would be accurate to say that Karen Quinlan's day probably beats my life but eh, 's better'n nothin'...

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The recent passing of Jeff "Monoman" Connelly is something that I thought I should mention on this here blog if only to alert the few of you who probably haven't heard the news by now. Loved by some, hated by others, Connelly's endeavors with DMZ and later on the Lyres still rate as some of the better late-seventies and eighties under-the-underground rock around (even though I hated his A PROMISE IS A PROMISE effort), and although I never had a rendezvous with the man himself well, his bye-bye just goes to remind all of us as to just how mortal we fools be and how we all think we're going to live to be 120 when all of a sudden the ticker just goes kablooey on you for no reason whatsoever. Some of you out there might have had some actual run ins with Connelly and if so well, maybe you can share them with us via the comments section or better yet just keep 'em to yourself. Judging from the lack of response from some of you wonks out there history like this deserves to be lost for all time if only to spite evil types of beings such as I. As was written back when they debuted in Boston a good half-century back, DMZ were the city's latest heavy metal group and if only the metallic pansies that cluttered up the latter portion of the past century had listened... 

And worst of all, they never did get to play at Beaver Cleaver's house.

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This Lester Bangs episode in the ROCK 'N ROLL MYSTERIES series might be a watch that's right up your alley, but then again there's no way I can read any of you regular tuner inners. Whatever, why don't you give it a try:

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Anyone out there have any information/pix/recordings of the Texxas Tyrants, a heavy metal cowpoke trio who played San Antonio in the early eighties? I guess these guys were that long-lost group I saw an ad for in a September 1981 VOICE announcing their appearances at a by-then dying Max's Kansas City one night and a CBGB audition the next. From what little information I have on hand I'd gander that the Tyrants came off like the kind of hard rock act that I'd more than love to immerse myself in given the rather unique nature of their music. Hope you San Antonio types can help me out here but eh, I know none of you would dare lift a finger to help me so why should I bother asking you ingrates in the first place!

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I've got more than what one would call a lovely bunch of coconuts this time. Some of the items up for scrutiny just might lean a tad little on the "proggy" side (well, perhaps the first four or so), but I do find a fair amt. of punkitude being presented on these efforts, especially on the Cheval Fou album which has become a somewhat frequent spin 'round these parts. Still you will enjoy reading and perhaps even pilfering some of these records because I know you just like I know the back of my back. Kudos to Paul McGarry whose big box of goodies is bound to keep me occupied for ages and Robert Forward for the Ash Ra. Even PD Fadensonnen managed to send his latest and hey, where else are you going to read about the guy anyway?

CHEVAL FOU LP (PQR Records, France)

I know how a fairly good hunk of you readers all hate my droolathon wind-laden reviews filled with hype for obscure recordings by groups none of you would give a wang-dang-doodle about in a million years. Too bad, because I just chanced upon an album that I can really sink my entire being into and I'm gonna spend all the space I want to tell you about the thing. So there and nyah on you!

And after a good spell of musical Helen Kellerisms this album is something that you could say is more than welcome around my parts. Sheesh, but I think I actually came upon a platter that could reach into my inner workings and do a fine rearranging on 'em the way that such past items as THE VELVET UNDERGROUND AND NICO, FUNHOUSE, MONSTER MOVIE, ORIGINAL NORTHWEST PUNK and even REHEATED CHOCOLATE TANGOES have during a fairly long portion of my existence. In reality I sincerely doubt it but eh, at least this is a spinner that threw some sunshine into my otherwise eclipsed existence.

Yes, this very limited edition album by an early-seventies French rock group really had captured my attention proving that there still is some unheard rabble to have come out of early-seventies mainland Europe just waiting to be uncovered. Cheval Fou do a finer than fine job encapsulating all of the things that drove more than just a few passerbys (like me for example) to this breed of music in the first place.

These Cheval Fou guys (two guitarists, one also playing sax, plus a drummer), along with Hawkwind and the Pink Fairies, did a pretty good job of keeping the psychedelic era going a few years after many thought it had pretty much flopped over and played postmortem. They also have a good punk rock-y (in the best BTC sense) edge to their sound that reminds me of a stripped down PHALLUS DEI-period Amon Duul II with some MONSTER MOVIE thrown in. You can toss a number of other acts of your own liking into the mix as well and I'm sure some of your all-time faves will turn up in the Cheval Fou musical makeup.

The trio do get some help here/there, but it's mostly its Fou playing their experimental music and doing it in a way that would still appeal to the European proggy freaks while satiating the more fringe amongst us. Some future shock is to be found as well...take "La Fin de la Vie" what with certain parts evoking a weird early-period Cabaret Voltaire negative groove with the beat and outer space haze of mid-seventies Suicide, and do I hear more than just a bit of Dr. Mix floating about somewhere?

But the psychedelic guitar line on "Hannibal" does flash this album back to the early proto and thus superior punk seventies from whence it came. And keep both ears open for LP closer "Meteorites" which could be an "LA Blues"/"Black to Comm" homage to match Umela Hmota 3's "I'd Rather be Made Out of Stone"...wouldn't slip it past my mind.

Comes in a nice fold-out poster package with splatter vinyl for those of you who still live in the ginchiness ot the late-seventies. An album worth seeking out, and since only 300 of these got pressed well, you better do your own searching and do it HARD!

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CRIUM DELIRIUM CD (Legend Music Records, France)

These guys get lumped in with Cheval Fou, Dagon, Red Noise and a few others as far as being part of some sort of early-seventies French experimental rock that even the punks got into. And yes these Delirium guys are somewhat dangling their tootsies in the waters of under-the-underground rock, but unlike Cheval Fou and the rest they undoubtedly place their musical abilities and drug-consuming credo well before their general punkitude. In fact at times Crium Delirium can get somewhat "import bin rock-y", and not exactly in a European Expressionism Rock sorta way. 

Still, if you're a fan of Gong you'll probably love this gathering of early/mid-seventies pothead pixie music. One track that popped my pimple is "Les 'Road-Managers'" which bears an uncanny resemblance to "Silver Machine". If it is any consolation to the more "hip and with it" readers of this blog the liner 'thank you"'s lists the likes of Lou Reed, John Cale, Brian Eno and Patti Smith.

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Zweistein-TRIP*FLIP OUT*MEDITATION 3-CD set (Captain Trip Records, Japan)

It downright stymies me that at one time a major record company (in this case Philips) would have even thought about releasing a beyond-the-fringe triple record set like this one! But hey, those were the times when even the biggies were willing to take wild chances, and if Philips would actually back such an effort as this "three movement" musique concrete concept album you must say that they were on the same brainwave length as ESP back when the Cromagnon album hit the bins of the very late-sixties. Nowhere as chaotic though, but still...

First movement-random electronic noise/feedback turning into warbly soft waltz-time femme vocals singing a slowed down late-sixties pop riff with oscillating jibber jabber. Then more electro-grunts and organ drones with some woman talking kraut in-between show up. Slip some old dance music overlayed with oscillating flange and I think there's yet another jab at the older generation going down somewhere in there. 

Second movement --- flanged tape garble moves into furry Pict gab and Mel Blanc trumpet burp before mangled found sound meets kraut kindergarten recitation. Then one of the kids plays around with a squeezebox while another bangs a square peg into a round hole. The accordion goofer-offer ultimately grabs a child's toy flute to toot on before aimlessly strumming open chords on a guitar. Of course there's also the old German music thrown into the mix with more of that clanging going on, which I think is a commentary of that nation's part military as well as political history. Sort of "Seig Heil Cool Cats!"

And for being such a good boy you also get to hear Zweistein's non-LP single entitled "I'm a Melody Maker"/"A Very Simple Song"...both sides structured albeit with more of those toy flutes aimlessly playing on. You might like it, because I do in my own downhome cornball way.

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Ash Ra Tempel-TIMOTHY LIKES KRAUT-ROCK 2-CD-r sect (bootleg)

Who would have thought that an Ash Ra Tempel bootleg would ever see the light of day, and one that sounds as clear as this particular effort! Actually this is nothing new since half of it turned up on parts of the long-gone collection entitled THE PRIVATE TAPES while the rest is actually the entirety of the SEVEN UP album which was done with noted acid doof Timothy Leary thus giving it the hipster credo a record like that most certainly deserved. Hardcore Ash Ra Tempel fans already have this stuff but if you're one of the many who I assume never did get into the essentials well...ya wanna hear it?

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Cabaret Voltaire--METHODOLOGY '74/'78. ATTIC TAPES 3-CD set (Mute Records, EU)

Most of you know that I never did pay Cabaret Voltaire no mind back when they were first up and about, only "getting into them" during the early-eighties when their records could be obtained at rather inexpensive prices. It wasn't until it dawned on me like a meteor from Rockismland that these ozobs were bred from the same best of the sixties (Velvets/Seeds/Shadows of Knight...) and the seventies (Can/Hawkwind...) which was supposed to give way to a bright and beautiful eighties just like their contemporaries Pere Ubu and Swell Maps were doing at the same nanosecond. Unfortunately the eighties solution didn't quite pan out the way I sure wished but still, you gotta give credit to Cabaret Voltaire for screeching about in that glorious, positive way back when we actually thought this music was going to blast out into the fanablasphere and brighten up the feral side of youth culture for years to come. HAH!

This triple set's for the fans. First two disques mostly feature early electronic soundscapades and short experiments that will probably turn off the novice, though if you liked the 74-76 cassette that came out way back when you will cozy up. The third one features early Rough Trade-period Volts and in fact these may be the exact same tracks we've heard for years and I would be sure if I were only able to do a side-by-side analysis. If only the booklet notes were readable I'd be positive about it. Whatever, highly recommended for all of you longtime fans of this breed of blare.

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Razorlegs + Jim Sauter-LIVE AT THE FOOTLIGHT 12-inch 4 5 RPM (Fandesonnen Records, available via razorlegs.bandcamp.com)

After a rather long silence (one that really felt like a silence), PD Fadnesonnen and band are back, this time live with former Borbetomagus saxist Jim Sauter proving that all of those avgarde neo-jazz noisecranks didn't die out with the mags that used to cover them. Sound quality is surprisingly 1980s portable cassette but that's all to the better, emphasizing the fact that Razorlegs and Sauter ain't exactly the kind of people who cater to the HI FIDELITY magazine sense of technowhiz "quality". People who have been in on not only the Borbetomagus but the Fadensonnen game since the start should be honed to this sound already. Available in a few days so beat the rush and click on the above link.

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The Styrenes-IT'S STILL ARTASTIC CD-r burn (originally on ROIR Records)

Sure I've had most all of this and have had it a good long while, but it's always right and proper to give these guys one of those once in more than just a blue moon listens.  I hardly spin the Styrenes the way I usedta so wha' th' hey...this effort just reminds me of why they were one of the top echelon groups to play out in Cleveland during the Dark Ages of Pantsiosdom (though she actually claimed that she liked Mirrors...even if they were "cannon fodder"). 

This 'un has most of the singles, a lot of the album and even a few new things unheard by my ears. A fine document of a group that you should all have known about and cherished way back when, but why once again why was the alternate (and not as good) version of "Radial Arm Saws" rather than the single take used???

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Kim Fowley-HOTEL INSOMNIA CD-r burn (originally on Marilyn Records)

This isn't OUTRAGEOUS or outrageous for that matter, but I find listening to Kim Fowley records a whole load more engaging than being subjected to most of the sounds passing for rock 'n roll that have been created these past sixty or so years. This '94 release contains music that would have fit in swell on Fowley's last six or so albums as well as some interesting surprises, interesting in the fact that the songs with an acoustic guitar player backing Fowley sound a whole lot like Peter Laughner's various bedroom endeavors. Who never said that Fowley wasn't in tune with the real pulsebeat of the under-the-underground anyway?

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Various Artists-GROOVIN' ROUND THE WORLD --- A TRIBUTE TO THE FLAMIN' GROOVIES 2-CD-r set (originally on Safety Pin Records)

Like Fowley, the Groovies kept going on and on until they just couldn't, and although I really tend to despise these old "tribute" sets that began proliferating the bins of the late-eighties onwards I find this one up and at 'em just like the Stooges and Troggs ones from a good thirty-plus years back. A whole bunch of groups I never paid attention to (or heard of for that matter) do the Flamin' bit as good as anyone could imagine, paying homage to their heroes 'stead of using 'em as a platform to preen and prance to their own amerindie desires as was wont the case with more than a few Velvet Underground efforts of a similar vein. Sure nice listening to these tracks again and who knows, maybe this will spur me on to digging out my old 99-cent Kama Sutra-era platters that have been left alone for maybe way too long!

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The Rolling Stones-MUSIC FROM CHARLIE IS MY DARLING CD-r burn (originally on Universal Records)

Too much has been written about this group to warrant even one more semicolon, so you know what to do already and just get it! If your knowledge of the Stones begins with "Angie" then get it even SOONER!!!

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Did you know that there are back issues of BLACK TO COMM still waiting to be plucked up and somewhat indecent prices for your educational benefit? Of course not considering the trouble I have moving these albatrosses. Wise up for once in your life, hunh?

BOOK REVIEW! FAUST --- STRETCH OUT TIME 1970-1975 BY ANDY WILSON 

This was "originally published in 2006" and exactly by who I don't know, so I really can't tell you just who exactly put out this Faust history other than this must be one of a million of those "vanity books" that people pay to get thrusted on a public who may or may not know or care about these things in the first place. Whatever, I don't think any of the big deal book publishers would give a flying fanabla about Faust, and I'm also positive that even most of the "fringier" ones could have cared less...but eh, there's a book on 'em out and about and if you're a fan and follower of this group then it might be worth the time and energy to rush out and snatch a copy given the lack of true O-mind stimulation there is in this universe of ours.

Author Andy Wilson does a better than I would have expected job of laying out the whowhatwhenwherewhys and hows of Faustdom, naturally splattered with his usual personal insights and hipster quotes that seem in place because hey, remember how Lester Bangs would preface his articles with choice bits from William Burroughs and Henry Miller? And thankfully the writing's detailed beyond belief, filling in all of those weirdo gaps that left some krautsters scratching their beans for years while tossing at us some even newer mysteries that numbsters like myself never conjured up in our ape-like brains.  Of course the author's own insights and conclusions you may or probably won't care about get popped into the prose, but if you don't like it go and write your own book and see how people like it! they probably won't, and I should know!

Maybe too much time is spent on the Frank Zappa angle and not on more, er, punkier pursuits (though the kraut/punk continuum is clearly established i a way that would satisfy anyone who listened to these Germanic sounds altered through an early-seventies Eddie Flowers perspective) and sometimes the writing can go off on a tangent you might not cozy up to, but if you're satisfied enough with my own wanderings you'll probably enjoy Wilson's own sidesteps in order to relay just what makes Faust so bigtime in the world of kraut. 

Anyhow...a must for all of you out there who used to scour the import bins of the mid/late seventies (and later on Jade Hubertz catalogs)  wishing you had all of the money to afford those foreign luxuries that at times were displayed in record shops alongside bongs, and I really do mean it. 

AGAIN I let you faithful (and not so) readers down with yet another extended break from the once fun grind of cranking these sausages of a blogpost out. This wasn't necessarily due to a bad case of sloth on my part (well...partly), but let's just say that life can sure make things a whole load more agonizing that usual especially at a time when the less stress in one's life the better! 

Now, I've come to expect the variety of sideways turds that I've unfortunately encountered during that bowel movement that I call existence, but as of late the digestive process feels like the cloggy aftermath of one of those all-you-can-eat buffets that I used to go to as a teenbo which really packed on the pounds! You know, the kind of place where the owner eventually steps out and starts giving you dirty looks after your fourth trip but whatever...fate naturally has thrown the usual monkey wrenches into my not-so-soft machine what with the best laid plans of rodents and male human beings going awry and going awry like WILD. It just ain't like I can devote my time to writing in the way that I used to, at least the way that I used to until the earlier part of this decade when it ALL came down. Too bad, but for some reason I think that humanity will be able to survive.

And besides, I just wanted to avoid having anything to do with this thing that gets called gay "pride" (in torn rectums and soiled sheets...wait, I used that description before) month which really does give me the creeps as anyone growing up told to avoid that small house in the woods where the weird guy lives will tell you (mighta told you that one as well). Yeah, I know that with a great number of people out there Gay Pride is becoming about as popular as a garlic ban in Italy what with loads of bigtime industry doners bailing out and such, but what's left is still extremely skanky with nude guys shaking their wee-wee's at little kids and grossout trannies degrading the concept of feminine pulchritude...and if you haven't had enough nose thumbing directed at you like I have all I can say is you must be part of the Karen Quinlan generation!

Sheesh, even the recent NANCY storyline featuring Phil Fumble's dykoid cousin is bad enough (even within the context of a once-excellent strip gone rancid) that I won't even touch my old FRITZI RITZ books due to their tangential connection with a rather decayed here and now! (And as for the AI project below well, that was created long before this current atrocity popped up --- it ain't like I'm going to TOTALLY abandon the beautiful Bushmiller era despite the strip's current lapse in mid-Amerigan fun and jamz!) Boy do I hate the way these modern degenerates take well-loved characters and downright heroes well ingrained into the DNA of midclass values and fun and toss a whole load of LGBTS&M decadence coupled with the usual liberal homilies of the sixties that only Dave Marsh would believe in included if only to defile suburban slob culture and stick it to the rubes! It's like the people who we foolishly thought were "on our side" and friends have finally let their loathing for us be known after years of pent up holding back their undying hatred and boy did they let it flow with a vengeance!

Enough nausea...in closing all I gotta say is that whenever June rolls around anymore I just feel like hiding under my bed, preferably with a razor-sharp butt plug firmly in place just to feel a little more secure... Not like I'm prime meat for these kinds of guys, but you can't let your guard down these days!

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But as far as much better news goes, I gotta wish you all a happy fiftieth anniversary to the United States Bicentennial Celebration which I think a few of you older readers out there might remember. I sure do, and the gaggy flag waving, "Bicentennial Minutes" on CBS and hokey sentiments that were to be found during those days still tend to toss the salad of my stomach much more than a jalapeno-loaded burrito binge. (For some historical content, I spent the morning playing WE'RE ONLY IN IT FOR THE MONEY and my aunt called me a Bolshevik because I didn't go along with all of the Yankee Doodle Foolery that was goin' 'round!)  Still, despite the gollygooshiness of the times those were (at least once in awhile) good days, days when I was becoming aware of the musical world around me and a time when television was perhaps at one of its peaks if you knew when and where to tune in for classy old films, long-loathed by the hip snoots fifties/sixties reruns and naturally some PBS show which might show a bit of bared suckems and belly (not forgetting some much needed scatological humor). Teenage Perversity and Shits in the Night indeed! Of course there were more than just a few things that were downright nightmarish about them mid-seventies, but I prefer to shove them into the back of my mind the same way I try not to think about all of the abuse in life that I've had to endure. And guess what...sometimes those bad memories just STAY there!

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I gotta admit that I am somewhat steamed that I missed the free (courtesy of Elon Musk) streaming of CITIZEN VIGILANTE by just one measly day. Not that I had any great hope for this modern-day DEATH WISH considering that movies for the most part have lost my interest since the days of Harry Langdon, but the hoohah that's been going around about how downright evil the film is what with it offending the sensibilities of more than a few precious petunias out there did pique my interests. Still, what I did see looked somewhat enticing, such as in the opening where some pretty frau gets her throat slashed by a definitely non-Aryan sort and spews blood while the kid playing her son shows that he could use a few more acting lessons given his passive performance. But whatever, CITIZEN VIGILANTE comes off like a better bet than some of the "biggies" that have been coming out lately, such as that bomb of the year Supergirl pic which I would assume has none of the charm of the old comic and is probably "woke" as they say beyond belief. And undoubtedly unreal as well...I mean, how could Supergirl save the world while she's having her period? Oh well, if this were 1961 I could always have waited a few months before CITIZEN VIGILANTE popped up on television.

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Speaking of the boob tube the tee-vee situation has been slipping somewhat. It seems that INSP feels content to run only select episodes of HAVE GUN WILL TRAVEL leaving out some rather tasty entries such as the one with a pre-RIFLEMAN Johnny Crawford as a boy kidnapped by the Indians, something that I've been wanting to watch for a longer than usual time. I gotta give INSP credit for bringing MAVERICK back to the cathode connection, but frankly I find that series rather tame compared with other western television activity of the Golden Age, and besides James Garner never was that big in my fave book of actors. Maybe the infamous series THE WESTERNER will get a much-needed showing, or yet another rarity like Jack Lord's pre-HAWAII FIVE-O series STONEY BURKE which has been in mothballs way too long. Until then I will be checking Youtube for such legendary efforts which may or may not get the ol' adrenaline rushing, but it ain't like I'm going to be holding it in until they do show up, y'know?

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Something to note---RIP Kitty Bruce, a gal who was not only the daughter of the vastly overrated (and once you get down to it quite evil) Lenny but the leader of the Great Mistaque, a politically radical (bassist used to wear a Che t-shirt) country-rock band that played the CBGB circuit from very-late 1975 until about the middle of '76.  Hopefully something by them (photos, recordings...) survives if only to fill them tiny gaps in. Also of note---RIP Clive Davis who really doesn't mean that much in the overall BTC scheme of things either  but seeing his image in rock mags in the mid-seventies chumming it up with Patti Smith sure does bring back memories, perhaps some not so pleasant.

And although his music doesn't quite snuggle into the BLOG TO COMM reason for being, farewell bye-bye and ta-ta to Blood Sweat and Tears vocalist David Clayton Thomas if only for the time he got his ear ripped off by a biker who handed it to him and Clayton threw it in the trash!

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Here's AI Nancy, and how she became Asian I'll never know! The solid wood
"swoosh" was an interesting touch.

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WHO WOULDA THUNK IT DEPT.: I get this message from one-time BLACK TO COMM contributor and all around nice guy Paul McGarry that there was going to be a package that was to be delivered to me last Friday night before nine. Good I think...Paul finally mailed some more goodies my way and I won't have to review the LIVE AT CBGB'S album again! Well, here it is about seven in the evening or so checking my emails and guess what...Paul had sent a missive as to where the heck I am and boy am I confused...until it dawned on me that Paul did not mail the parcel but was (along with his wife) delivering it IN PERSON in order to give me the surprise of my life so great that it possibly could have ended it!  Only instead he went to my mailing address instead of my actual residence and boy was he as flummoxed as I was!!!

Photo of me on the left and Paul on the
right. As you can see, I do not photograph
well.

Next day we do, after some confusion, finally meet up and well, what else can I say other than Paul and his Missus were really down home and nice people, the kind of humans you'd like to have as neighbors as my cyster said even if I do get the impression that Paul would be mowing the yard at six in the morning busy guy that he is. Personable too, and believe it or not but Paul didn't put me down like many of you types out there do either which is something I really do admire in a guy. We talked about a number of things, and what can I say but this was a much more pleasant surprise than had he bombed me into smithereens I'll tell ya!

I guess the reason Paul came down here was to give ma a giant box of not only cassettes but Cee-Dee-Ares which would cost him a fortune to mail these days. (Y'see, Paul is from Canada and with postage, duty rates and additional costs it probably was cheaper to just deliver these directly to me...either that or Paul thinks that someone is going to euthanize him because he has a sore back and wanted to get out of town pronto!)  Paul and his better half could only stay a few minutes but still it was great meeting up with the man after all these years of pen-palmanship! Great meeting you Paul, but next time call ahead to avoid the confusion!!!

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Not much of what I'd call crucial and rush out to get it is to be found here, but then again this is 2026 so what would an old turd like myself expect! 's funny, but the only freebee thing I got this time was from Brad Kohler, a man who is usually tighter than your mother's butt when it comes to finances! Anyway, have fun.

PARIS 1942 2-CD set (Superior Viaduct Records)

You probably already have the album with the exact same cover, now get the double CD version which really delivers on more of that mid-Amerigan low-fidelity post-Velvet Underground attack that was pretty popular in the under-the-covers music scene, at least until all of those eighties groups drove the entire concept into the amerindie ground. And the fact that Maureen Tucker pounds the drums only makes these records all the more mystical for all of you guys who got your rockist credo from reading NEW YORK ROCKER writeups. Now if someone would finally release the Bloody Virgins.

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Chinas Comidas-COMPLETE STUDIO RECORDINGS '77-'81 LP (Beat Generation Records)

Once touted as Seattle's answer to Patti Smith (some record catalog said that so it has to be true!), you can hear similarities between the two from the rough application of various late-sixties rock moves to even the hardcore reggae homage. Heck, this platter even ends not-so surprisingly with a cover of the Sonics' "Witch" making the NUGGETS connection all the tastier. Still, Chinas is her own gal with a powerful approach and growl to match, and her backup has most all of the same low-fidelity that made all of those rock 'n roll singles that people like myself used to gobble up until the well went dry more worthwhile. Just one of a billion or so seventies flashes that need the good ol' (re)issue treatment, especially now that for all practical purposes rock 'n roll (the good stuff, not that corporate Hall of Fame jive) is long dead and buried.

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Heldon-ELECTRONIQUE GUERILLA CD (Bureau B Records)

There are a whole load of records that some wanks out there would consider prog rock, and frankly I do like some (but not many) of them. However, I don't consider these particular groups to be part of the "rock music" genre let alone rock 'n roll...far from it...and so I refuse to categorize this music in the same frame and strata that I would say, the Seeds. 

But they are good 'un's.  F'rexample I tend to look at Magma and Soft Machine as being more in the jazzbo vein of sonic distortion, and as for today's subject at hand Heldon, something more as a collective working on "serious" avgarde moves only dressed up in seventies rock style/instrumentation. In fact, I see them as being an effort that come closer to some of the experimental sound hoo-hah that people like Stockhausen have been making for ages on end only with a beat and flash that could have made the famous 9/11 admirer a krautrocker himself.

Synthesized whirrs and moody drones are what's in store...very seventies analog sounding and reminiscent of a whole load of artificial sonic scrabble that I remember growing up with (pure old time flashback goody feelings). But rock 'n roll? Nah , 'cept maybe for the "Le Voyageur" track that originally got a release under the name of  Heldon leader Richard Pinhas' previous group Schizo.

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Various Artists-NEW MUSIC FOR ELECTRONIC AND RECORDED MEDIA LP (1750 Arch Records)

This collection of electronic sound created by people who claim to be female but don't come right out and brag about it used to show up in New Music Distribution Services catalogs for years on end. Won't debate as to just how much estrogen really went into this thing but it does serve as an interesting sample of what the weaker (hah!) sex can do when put up to the task of creating avgarde music. 

Some of it is standard sinewhiz that's been done over and over while other parts show some sparks of actual thought-out and realized sound patterns (I particularly liked Laurie Spiegel's electronic homage to mid-South pluck). A few others are a downright surprise, like future Novak member Megan Roberts' percussive pulse punk that predated a whole load of future both good and bad. 

A pre-fame Laurie Anderson also shows up and does a halfway-interesting girlish neo-new wave thing that actually reminds me of a cutesy version of something Nurse With Wound would have done without the evil intent. But the track that really interests me is the one composed by Johanna M. Beyer, whose 1938 "Music of the Spheres" recalls "Imaginary Landscape Number One" with a Sci-Fi feel that typifies the wonderment people had with what was "out there in space" at the time. "Spheres" was "realized" here for the first time ever too. Beyer seems like an interesting enough crow (she didn't get into composing until her forties)...gotta do some research on her.

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George Carlin-TAKES OFFS AND PUT ONS LP (RCA Camden Records)

It's the '72 budget reissue of (I think he's a) comedian George Carlin's '66 album with a new longhair pic of the guy slapped on the cover in order to cash in on Carlin's newfound status as a sock-it-to-'em hippie. Other than the fact that I finally own an album on the RCA Camden label I find no use for this thing other than for an extremely slight snicker that crawled out of my throat during the protest song spoof heard in the WINO AM radio skit (the "Don't Want No War/Don't Want No Job Neither" line...well, it did seem slightly har-de-har-har at the time). With gifts like this, who needs gifts?

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David Peel and the Lower East Side-SANTA CLAUS -  ROOFTOP JUNKIE LP (Orange Records) 

Still don't know what the big hatred towards David Peel is all about, because I find his records way more exciting than I do most of the newer folk freakazoids who've been running the radical street music game right into the old terra firma. On this, his first album for his own Orange Records, Peel gets back into the acoustic swing of things raging on about everything from Watergate, the Beatles and narco types to Santa's own fixation with a fix. The Lower East Side (this time containing ex-Godz Paul Thornton) do the bang shang a lang just as good in the studio as they did on the streets during their HAVE A MARIJUANA phase. Typically topical stuff for 1973 and still quite fun to listen to these days considering that, frankly, I don't think anyone out there has vied for the "new David Peel" position yet.

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Captain Beefheart-THE SPOTLIGHT KID (DELUXE EDITION) 2 CD-r set (originally on Rhino/Warner Brothers Records)

Sheesh them crafties at the big labels'll do ANYTHING to get'cha to buy, buy and RE-buy material that's been in your cave since time immemorial! Thankfully I got my copy dubbed and for free so someone else just hadda be the stoop this time.  It's yet another way that these big label types try to eke the shekels from your precious savings, though anyone with a bean for a brain will tell you that in this case parting maybe is not such sweet sorrow.

Most all of you reg'lar readers already have heard THE SPOTLIGHT KID perhaps even since its original release, and undoubtedly a good portion who have still cherish the thing as if it were your favorite dollar bill. Well, pick this Record Store Day double-spinner up if you can and give that another whirl, but also be prepared for an additional disc of bonus tracks filled with numbers you might have heard before but I can tell you that I sure ain't.  Lack of liner notes leave me in the dark as to whether these are way-pre-RADAR STATION outtakes or whatever, and I know that you experts out there can write in and put me to shame like you all like to do!

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John McLaughlin-DEVOTION CD (Once More Music, Japan)

Got this mini-LP cover import enticed by the thought of a bonus track that had me hoping to high hoot that it was from the same sessions as the album. Unfortunately it ain't but it's good, a leftover from the Graham Bond days that shows that McLaughlin was cookin' with gas even this early in the process perhaps thanks to the fact that opiates and the creative process sometimes do work hand in hand despite of what the recorded works of James Taylor might tell you. Naturally the actual album continues to hold up long after most of its fusion competition petered out into fairyland cha-cha, sounding as heavy and nerve-wrangling as it did way back when music critics actually paid attention to this stuff. I can hear a lot of MX-80 Sound and even a tad bit of Bizarre-era Zappa in this one, not to mention Miles of course 'n maybe even ol' Jimi. If you can hear Return to Forever or Weather Report you might (or better yet oughta)  have your inner ear checked out and while you're at it maybe your cranium too.

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Just a reminder about all of the other reminders I've been telling you about all these years regarding back issues of BLACK TO COMM that you can obtain in case you're interested in such dreck (as a good portion of my competition would have called it). But it's good dreck, in fact it's MY dreck and like if I can like your dreck you can like mine, or something, or nothing like that. Sheesh, what I have to go through just to get you readers to NOTICE these post-ending come-ons!

BOOK REVIEW! OCTOBRIANA - DER ERSTCOMIC-STRIP AUS DEM UdSSR-UNDERGROUND BY PETR SADECKY (und Melzer Verlag GMBH, 1972)

The whole thing is in Kraut so I don't understand nary a word as much as if this were in French which I can somehow absorb in my rather dimbulb chrome-dome. Still, after all these years or at least since I first heard Kevin Dunn's flipside to his "Nadine" single I did have somewhat of a curiosity about this particular comic heroine. The entire concept of a cult-level freaked out femme revolutionary with a red star tattoo'd on her forehead did seem somewhat tasty, and although other things have taken precedence over getting hold of any Octobriana in any wayshapeform over the years at least I do get to finally find out what all of the fuss surrounding this character is about, even if I probably am the last person on this planet to do so.

OCTOBRIANA isn't a comic strip in the standard sense of the word, and frankly I was under the impression that these stories would be in standard adventure strip panel form like a lefty STEVE CANYON 'r somethin'. This book is more or less like an illustrated tale complete with art that I will say is slightly enticing and shows a saga that does seem worthy of any comic fan's reading time, but this sure isn't what I was expecting (or even hoping for) lo these many years.

Octobriana's definitely the ULTIMATE Soviet Superheroine, a blond big tittied gal with liver lips dressed in an extremely scanty outfit that some might consider teetering across the line of good taste. She has this frightening aura about her and I get the feeling she also smells funny as well, like she forgot to wipe. Real sinus reaming stuff. The artwork by the Czech cartoonist Petr Sadecky is what one would hope for in an adventure story with some beautifully framed action panels but not knowing the language I can only take this 'un in on the art alone.

OCTOBRIANA is what perhaps a few of you readers would deem "out-there-in-orbit" what with the phallic symbols and surreal settings. I can't detect any of the time-traveling oft described in her stories and the Klansmen featured on the cover are nowhere to be seen (neither is Stalin) but you can tell the gal gets around a whole lot, appearing in China one story and the Arctic another and well, if someone does have an English translation I would be somewhat interested.

Best thing about OCTOBRIANA is that, in the spirit of socialist share and share alike, the character has always been public domain so anyone can do with the gal whatever they want, and they have. I've seen a few bits here/there and none of them seem to match the original but I was thinking...since OCTOBRIANA is anyone's for the taking how about someone doing a comic with her fighting against all of those creeds and such that the gal has defended all of these clenched fist years. Now wouldn't that be something to get all of her longtime fans just RILED??? Sure hope so since I haven't had a good laugh in ages!

BOOK REVIEW! SIOUXSIE AND THE BANSHEES SCRAPBOOK 1976-1980

For a longer time that perhaps you even existed I wasn't what you would call anywhere close to being fan and follower of Siouxsie and her crew. At first listen THE SCREAM left me more bothered and confused and what I heard afterwards wasn't that much reassuring. You could say that I still am not what you would call "front and center" for her, but after reading a few articles by some writers who opinions I do cozy up to over the past XXX years my nodes did somewhat perk up. Yes, I still do get that way sometimes. The group's early demos and live recordings also brought me closer to the Siouxsie groove not only because of their abashed low fidelity bringing out the more feral aspects of the music but because these tracks presented Siouxsie and crew as part of the same kind of rock 'n roll fanbase who were part of the Velvet Underground/Stooges/T. Rex/krautrock cults of the earlier portion of the seventies in the same fashion that many of you older readers were and presumable still are.

These clippings from the early days of Bansheedom are particularly helpful if you (like me) struggled to latch onto all of the ultra-expensive British Weaklies that all the rich kids could afford but not a depression-era waged suburban slob such as I. You get a nice smattering from the likes of NME and SOUNDS not to mention the also-rans like RECORD MIRROR and yes, some of your favorite scribes (well, actually MY favorites like Vivien Goldman, Nick Kent and Jane Suck) are here to make their Siouxsie opines known. Surprisingly enough to me is the fact that the lost to time writers who worked for them aforementioned second-string papers were also pretty good in making their critiques known in a nice, forthright manner. Too bad these people never made it like the big names but crueler things in life have happened to people in the rock writing rat race

I just know that many of you regular tuner-inners go big time for the seventies explosion of cataclysmic music (and cataclysmic rock writing), and you'd do well snatching this collection up. Even if you're not exactly in the Banshee camp well, the sway and swivel that the authors of these missives deliver are way better than anything you read these days, and that includes the nth rate drivel you're reading right now.

No, I have unfortunately NOT been deported (wouldn't mind being sent to Tahiti I'll tell ya)! I'm just taking a breather, being lazy as usual, suffering under the lack of mental stimulation and of course there's REAL LIFE to contend with which is taking precedence to doing such things as writing a blog for you somewhat eager beaver types out there who I s'pose have nothing better to do than to read what I think about certain things in this world of ours. 'n after all that so howz things with you??? 

In other news let's just say that life is chomping me up, down and all around what with the warm summer months just around the corner dumping upon me more yardwork not to mention the outdoor antiques show/flea market wake up at three and on the go until six in the evening grind and well...it ain't like I'm no spring chicken anymore! Talk about taking up what should be my settle back and listen to music while reading a whole lotta fun things time, and since I'm not gettin' any younger who knows how much goof off time is left for me on this planet of ours. Believe-you-me, thoughts of outdoor storms raging on while I put my life on the line protecting the wares that are up for sale is worthy of the best of nightmares, and if I had a choice I'd rather be writing blog posts that arguing with old ladies who want items with ten-dollar price tags reduced to a buck.

In other news the political situation is fun to watch what with Donald Trump playing weird 20-dimensional chess flipping off the entire world the way he does best, stymieing even me with those weird AI-generated paintings with Jesus Christ himself acting as his number one advisor! Very creepy true, but I kind of take it as yet another way to irritate the usual variety of turdburgers who NEED to be "deeply offended" that I see up and about these sad and sorry days. He must be doing a good job of it because at times the ol' stroonada irritates me as well! 

Well, it sure is an improvement over watching Joe Biden and his tranny freakshow even if for all intent purposes I sure do miss the antiwar neocon-hating Trumpenstein of yore...y'know the one who wouldn't even go NEAR an outright Republican Party Hack with a big "H" like Lindsay Graham in a million years but now pumps the likes of him up while kicking his old supporters right inna rump! I guess that with Trump 2.0 it's now "The Art of the Squeal"!!! Talk about letting down all those people who helped build up the Trump brand a good ten years back by reneging on a whole load of promises that we all know sure needed to be kept, but never thought that he or anyone on this planet could!

In all actuality the New Model Trump is about as much Swamp as you can get these days, in fact just as much a marsh maven as those comic book faves the Heap, the Swamp Thing and the Man Thing all sludged together! Frankly, if there really is any hope for this nation of ours it most certainly is Carlson/Owens '28, or maybe even Nick Fuentes for ambassador to Israel! Well, either him or Norman Finkelstein (don't write in, I slipped the last two in, or at least Fuentes, just for some sick yucks this world can really use, and some downright offensiveness you all do really deserve!).

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This week's AI creation...a sixties/seventies-era children's television host who has had
enough and is chasing kids around the set with axe in hand.

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On a tastier note well...I've been wanting to see this FEARLESS FOSDICK marionette series, originally broadcast on CBS back 1952 way (thought lost and gone forever Clementine style), for YEARS! Sure glad that I lived so long...:

Howzbout another?:

And because you've been such a good boy just one more (that guy with the mustache must have been Parker before his Lady Penelope days):

This I never knew about! Somehow I get the feeling that Al Capp Enterprises had nothing to do with the thing since Fosdick ain't pushing no Wildroot Cream Oil, Charlie!:

And now, the Nazi Abbot and Costello, and after seeing more than a few of these I get the feeling that the Helle character was really an Allied asset given his somewhat humorous trajectories from the Aryan way of thinking:

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My boob tube viewing tends to have run into the same old same old rut lately, what with me in the evening tuning in the usual smattering of Warner Brothers cartoons they've been showing on Boomerang for years on end (and I sure could use some Sniffles and maybe a Bosko or two). Then I switch over to INSP for HAVE GUN WILL TRAVEL which I will admit can be a little too cerebral for my overworked beddy-bye brain to handle. Well, when my mind is "winding down" after a long day at the dildo factory it does get somewhat needlessly stimulated watching Paladin quoting the philosopher Erroneous and indulging in his love of fine wine and sexy girls in between engaging in a slew of ultraviolent acts. But eh, I like it especially knowing that the harridans of old who were so concerned about violence on TV were probably clutching more than just pearls because of the over-the-hill gunplay and regular slugfests found in this still somewhat legendary television series. And y'know, I get the feeling that the harridans of today, just like the ones of old only now with blue hair and enough metal piercings to sway the magnetic field wouldn't think highly of "Paladin" as well, but then again they complain about everything from the weather to what sex the new baby wants to be these days. All this naturally makes me want to tune it in all the more, spiteful person I am and shall remain! If I'm up to it then there's some old GUNSMOKE I've seen repeatedly these past ten years, but better an old GUNSMOKE than a new TRACKER.

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It would figure that Brad Kohler would get his latest issue (#5) of DUMB AND READY PIGMEAT out within the same span of time as it would take me to change a lightbulb with a number of people of Polish extraction, but at least the guy produces an effort that certainly is way beyond the cudzine limitations Kohler claims to put into his creations. This one is a Japanese surprise issue for those of you who (like me) like Japanese surprises what with a cover article on Reck (I assume the other figure on the cover is none other than former bandmate Lydia Lunch) and a number of decidedly Far Eastern favorites of the past you probably forgot about because I have. This cover does have the look of a 1950s science fiction fanzine if I do say so myself, something that catches the eye of a person obsessed with fanzine history like...well...myself. Again, a nice bit of somethingorother available from 802 Crystal St., Ames (that should be pronounced "a mess") Iowa 50010 USA and like, don't you wish he was doing this back when fanzines really mattered?

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I haven't been buying much if anything on my own these days, but Robert Forward's parcels and a few Paul McGarry stragglers have been helping to keep the review section afloat. Not to say that there aren't recordings both old and new that I wouldn't mind listening to like (for one measly example) the Chinas Comidas collection that just got unleashed but I figure it out this way...I am an old turd and, like I said in the opening schpiel, who knows how long I have being up and functioning. Why should I dish out the moolah for something that might give me only a few months if not days of fun and jamz? At least the stuff I've had since time immemorial has pleased me enough to the point where I really got my money's worth outta my youthful acquisitions!

Scots Pirates-REVOLUTIONARY MEANS CD-r burn (originally on Schoolkids Records)

Those early-to-mid nineties Scott Morgan Cee-Dees don't get any play around here no more given that they really don't live up to the whole Detroit promise that these guys had a good hand creating a good fiftysome years back. However, this post-Sonics Rendezvous bunch did a good enough job on this '95 effort that brings back all of the good things that early-seventies rock gave us while leaving the lamebrain aspects out of the proceedings. 

Yeah, with a song sporting a title like "Marijuana Wine" and a with few overworked seventies riffage moves heard for ages you'd think that these Pirates should have stayed down on the farm with the rest of those White Panther hasbeens. Considering what that song sounds like you wish they had. Otherwise, Morgan and company rev it up in a way that you feel as if you're at some 1972 end the war event which you probably attended if only to hear hot stuff like this.

Nothing I'd part with the silver for but otherwise in a word or two...pleasant enough.

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TOM SURGAL "FIRE MUSIC" INTERVIEW ON WKCR-FM NEW YORK CITY; Chik White-QUARANTUNES N. 56 CD-r burn

Former Blue Human, Thurston Moore and Arthur Doyle (amongst many others) collaborator Surgal gets interviewed about his 2021 documentary where he gabs on about the seemingly humongous task of presenting a history of the jazz avgarde without coming off like a Ken Burns gnome. The resultant FIRE MUSIC film sounds like a pretty tasty endeavor which is available on Criterion VOD but you think that I could afford that? Maybe it will pop up on Youtube one of these days  after all of you Rollo the Rich Kid types have seen, digested and crapped it out. 

But still, for a suburban slob like me who read about all of this strom via its tangential rock 'n roll connections, the mere idea of a documentary such as this sure jets me back to my own teenbo days snatching up the Cecil Taylor's NEFERTITI reissue on Arista/Freedom trotting back to the car just to read Nat Hentoff's liner notes. Not to mention spin a library copy of Mingus's "Original Faubus Fables" getting Dad more upset than even Xenakis did when Eric Dolphy let loose with that by-now legendary solo. Gee, ain't I a sentimental slob!

Chik White makes whacky and gurgling sounds using a variety of implements including his own voice. If I were to be a cynical crank about it I'd say that there's probably nothing else to do in Nova Scotia but still, I can ooze myself into the various glub glubs and whistles that the man makes, presumably through his own snout before he breaks out the nasal spray. I particularly liked the part where he does a pretty good Tasmanian Devil impression right at the end, assumedly not on purpose but I dig it anyway.

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Moonlove-MAY NEVER HAPPEN CD-r burn (originally on Concrete Circles Records

Here's some pre-Ghosts Before Breakfast groupage from Kent Ohio who originally released this in a limited cassette edition way back in '85 when I wasn't looking. Moonlove have that jingle jangle sound that can be heard even this late in the evolution of man, and considering the date it was recorded and what other forms of music it was up against even I have to admit that this is exemplary soundage. 

However, as some of you might know I never was one to cozy up to a lot of that post-seventies underground rock pop, and to be more honest than Brad Kohler about it the connective nodes between what Moonlove is trying to express and my own taste meters just don't quite collide. I do get the feeling that some of you regular readers might be up for a group such as this and well, it's not like this group is dire or anything. They just wander quite outside the admittedly limited parameters of what I'm extremely obsessed with these sad and sorry days. And that's probably more my fault than theirs!

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Delaney & Bonnie & Friends-ON TOUR WITH ERIC CLAPTON CD-r burn (originally on Atco Records

Sheesh Paul, what did I deserve to have you send this to me? Did I do anything bad to you, or your family or anything like that to have you jet this piece of early-seventies hokey hippie music my way? Talk about everything that was wrong about the early-seventies (including the lamer-than-lameass Little Richard homage) rolled up into one big obnoxious ball of sound, and considering that Eric Clapton was involved with this I wouldn't exactly call him God. Not even close, unless your idea of a deity is Cthulhu. Worst part about it is...Bonnie's still alive and I'm sure shrieking today just as she was on this 55-plus-year-old tribute to controlled opposition music passed off as the latest in hipster shuck for kids who fell for Woodstock hook line and ticketron. Elvis Costello was right.

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Taste-LIVE TASTE CD-r burn (originally on Polydor Records)

I better be careful with this one. Y'see, Paul also sent this my way and like, Rory Gallagher is his favorite guitarist so if I say anything bad about him McGarry is going to personally flatten my bean because well, he is one who is loyal to his idols unlike me who will turn on a fave at the drop of a hat. Any of you readers able to help me break the news about what I really feel about this album without arousing the ire of McGarry? If so, please leave your comments below.

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Dr. John-LOCKED DOWN CD-r burn (originally on Nonesuch Records)

Didn't think that the ol' fanabla would have had it in him this late (2012) in the game but hey, Dr. John put out a record that sounds as if it coulda come from the cooler moments of mid-seventies still-had-it-in-him blues rockism. For a minute I thought the guy woulda been sneaking a whole load of then-current trendy moves into his sound, but this comes off as good as something that woulda gotten them STEREO REVIEW rock critics all hot and bothered and, come to think of it, even normal people like us too. As I often say these days I wouldn't buy this one in a million years but then again it ain't something that I'd call worthless. You might even like the thing, who knows?

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Fille Qui Mousse-TRIXIE STAPLETON 291 D (Spalax Records, France)

I should have read them French underground rock books a whole lot closer, because for the life of me I thought that the Fille Qui Mousse TRIXIE STAPLETON 291 D platter was a somewhat different monster than the SE TAIRE POUR UN FEMME TROPPE BELLE release on Futura which I wrote up a good six years ago. Turns out they're one and the same, but since I can't find the latter one this'll do me just swell. French musique concrete gone rock 'n roll and like, if this isn't the real punk rock that I've been gabbing about for my entire "career" then anything I've written really was all for naught. And I do believe it so!

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Charlie Rich-BEHIND CLOSED DOORS LP (Epic Records)

When I was a pubesproutnig adolescent some kid in the neighborhood came up to be and yelled right into my face "Hey Chris, what do fags do behind closed doors?" My immediate reaction was to start singing the chorus of the then current Charlie Rich hit "Behind Closed Doors" which I thought would give me a humorous pass, but I still got beat up anyway.

But still, when I listen to that 'un and Rich's next big hit "The Most Beautiful Girl" (which also appears here), I must admit that I get deep into the sudzy groove. This stuff ain't necessarily housewife fodder to scrub out them skidmarks to, but sly, calculated yet target-hitting country and western pop that will reduce you to custard especially on one of those kick back and relax days I certainly do cherish. Sure there's nothing straightforward and downright rockin' like "Lonely Weekends" or "Mohair Sam" here, but this one helped do a little desensification after being subjected to perhaps way too much resensification these past few weeks.

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John Inzane Olson-ART BOOK TWO, LITTER, TRAINING YOU CD-r burn

Olson must have a lot of free time on his hands and GOOD FOR HIM! I mean, how else are any of us going to get to hear this fine electronic crash 'em up that recalls everything from Can's "Cutaway" off of UNLIMITED EDITION to kids jacking around with dad's expensive stereo system circa 1965 anyway? It really is a good (and non-self indulgent) blast of electronic zoom that I would compare to various ethereal efforts of the same strata. Now if I only knew how to tell you where you can get your own copy.

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Hey, if you haven't picked up all of those back issues of BLACK TO COMM that have eluded you for years maybe it's time that you checked out the highlighted link and did some catching up! One of these days this offer is not going to be here and well, you better get these now before you have to do some landfill scouring in the probably not too distant future.