Saturday, April 04, 2020

IF YOU CAN FIND ANY SINGLES STROONADIER THAN THESE I'D LIKE YA TA SHOW 'EM TO ME! I mean it! Here's just some of the seven-inchers I've been finding in the vast BLOG TO COMM vaults (along with a newie here and there) these past few months, and considerin' how alla ya readers who tune in here are probably as wired for the kinda music I've been preachin' about for a looooong time maybe YOU TOO can osmose to the critical vibrations being spewed forth here! I'll even bet that this post will inspire y'all to be inspired by this 'un to the point where you'll be pouring through boxes of your own scratchy platters spinnin' 'em just like you did when you were five and you snuck into your cyster's bedroom when she wasn't lookin'---to play records that is, not peek into her underwear drawer! Hey, that's how R. Meltzer got started! Best thing about it is that your cyst is now living in Dubuque and has forgotten about all them records she left in your care, so no more inter-sibling fights for you! I mean, cyst sure could pack a mean wallop now, couldn't she???

The Afflicted-"All Right Boy"/"Who Can Tell" (Bonk Records, England)

Well whaddaya know! An Afflicted single that never did get its chance to makes its way into my paws, an' after all these years I finally got a copy for my very own to love and cherish and call it George! A-side rocks on in typical Steve Hall fashion complete with those hefty guitar lines taken (and modified) from the various guitar virtuososo's of the sixties, while the flipster is a slow dirge that reminds me of the song about sniffing glue on the first Afflicted Man album. A rarity from a man who had spent a good portion of the punk rock era in England hanging on the fringe and hey record labels, while we're at it how about a reissue of the Accursed platters which have wallowed in obscurity for way too long!
The Who-"Summertime Blues"/"Heaven and Hell" (Decca Records)

Another deep dig into the boxes! Who can fault the Who for wanting to cover this Eddie Cochran classic back at a time when the world sure needed some more of that vintage finery, but although the Who did a splendid job of updating the original for hard rock consumption could anyone top Blue Cheer's version? "Heaven and Hell" woulda been a better side to plug what with its forcefulness and and standard Who power-churn. Then again maybe it woulda gotten into some trouble considering the title. I mean, I can still hear the shrieks of horror that came about when the Kingston Trio said that naughty word in "Greenback Dollar"!
Rancid  Hell Spawn-FESTERING PUS EP (Wrench Records, England)

Punk rock (at least the punk rock of a hard-edged, non-sissified kind) makes one last roaring go at it with this one-note grind out that---yeah, I know---your little brother and his friends coulda cranked out in the rec room one Saturday afternoon which begs me to retort "SO WHY DIDN'T THEY?!?!?!?!" Three faster than you can say "Jack Robinson" bursts of rock 'n roll mania recorded with those $19.99 factory closeout guitars you used to see advertised in comic books, along with a drum set won by selling FIFTY boxes of greeting cards and an old chord organ to boot (won by selling only twenty-five boxes). This record was probably financed by the SELLING of such instrumentation at a garage sale directly afterwards.
Johnny and the Jumper Cables-"Death Squad of the Mind"/"Landmine" (Stanton Park Records)

Kenne Highland's early-eighties aggregation (not counting the psychedelic beyond belief Hopelessly Obscure) used to get loads of press in the pages of TAKE IT! and nary elsewhere, undoubtedly because Highland was a contributor to that much-missed Boston rag 'n like, who else would care other'n us rabid seventies underground rock fans anyways? It's a great thing that Stanton Park released this platter which was supposed to have been a teaser for an upcoming Jumper Cables album, even if that never did show up in whatever stores would stock such things.

Plug side has Highland getting into the 1967 state o' rock music affairs as he sings about taking a journey to the center of your mind. Only when you get there it ain't all primrose 'n communal goody goods but a firing squad aimed right at the fleshier part of your brain! The other side's an ode to Kenne's own father (pictured on sleeve) who died in Vietnam after an encounter with a landmine. It seems strange that Highland would sing about a tragedy in such a relatively flippant way...perhaps he was trying to chase out the demons by composing and singing this song, but no matter the sick situation of it all I like it. Reminds me of the Rocket From the Tombs rarity "Maelstrom", an unrecorded until a few years back rarity from the original days of the band that I would like to hear in its 1975 form one of these eons. I hope that Smog Veil is listening in, even though when I squawk people do turn off!

I get the feeling that Aram Heller at Stanton Park has more'n enough of these to get rid of, so if you'd like a copy why don't you write him at PO Box 58 in Newtonville MA 02160 and don't tell him I sent you. I think he's mad enough at me for buying a Cee-Dee player at a time when vinyl was really struggling to stay afloat, long before the recent vinyl resurgence which thankfully has made the format popular among the same sorta snoots who poo-poo'd it way back when.
Cruel-"Candle on the Water"/"Tarba" (no label)

Here's one I've been searchin' out for some time and lo and behold didn't it just pop up right when I was about to give up all hope! This forgotten effort courtesy a Madison Wisconsin band from 1987 really hit on all cylinders when it was released to no fanfare during one of the more dismal times in rock music, and that's a dad-burned shame considering just what a power-packed slam both sides of this platter were and remain for that matter.

The a-side plays at 33 and is straight ahead heavy metal in the late-seventies good stuff sorta vein. Reminds me a lot of that Sorcerers song entitled "A Dog's Life" that ended up in the Paul Major book a few years back---total hard rock abandon without the phony glitz and precious poses that practically ruined the entire metal genre for more'n a few total lunkheads like myself.

The flip plays 45 and is even gnarlier in a not-quite speedmetal but still hard enough to kill off the Andy Secher rock snob crowd within ten paces. Yeah, the singer might be a little too "squealy" for you and maybe he is, but this record is what I think of when I think of heavy metal as that early-seventies bred source of sonic manifestation!

I heard that the rest of this group's material was rather fehsville and I hope I'm wrong. Cruel sound like a band that could have made a big indent on the late-eighties rock scene if they only got that big break a lotta groups can only creemdreem of!
The Miracles-"Mickey's Monkey"/"Whatever makes You Happy" (Tamla)

Another find from deep in the bowels of my record collection that is! Perhaps this 'un's just too much of a hit to warrant any commentary from me but since I took all of that effort to pull this out and play it I better not waste any of my energies by ignoring it. I gotta say that it's a fairly decent breed of pop that, while not earth-shattering and life-changing as many of my seventies faves were and shall remain, still makes for a more listenable two 'n a half minutes than anything that blond gal who sticks things between her legs on tee-vee ever did! The flip's just a throwaway that will whiz right through your cranium but like, back then many of these flipsters were expected to be turds so why quibble this far down the line?
The Last Sons of Krypton-"Teenage Trash", "Break My Heart"/"Jack the Ripper", "Screaming" (Kryptonite Records, 827 Lincoln Blvd., Manitowoc, WI 54220)

Don't let the cover fool ya...this 'un really does contain four 'stead of two songs. I guess the covers were made in advance and the people at Kryptonite were too cheap to make up a new one. Whatever the case may be this is a rec any real fan of rock 'n roll as that HEAD-SPLITTING, MIND DESTROYING FORCE that seems to have been in rather short supply these past fortysome years should want. You might wanna call this almost hardcore about three steps away from actually being it, but then again tracks like "Jack the Ripper" (the Screaming Lord Sutch one, not Link Wray's) have that BACK FROM THE GRAVE sense of mid-sixties teenage suburban trash 'n greasy onion rings attitude down pat! I get the feeling that many of these may still be readily available, and if you write to the address listed above (and send a SASE or at least some bucks) who knows what you might get in exchange!
Fats Domino-"The Fat Man"/"Hey La Bas Boogie"

As you can see this is not whatcha'd call a "proper" release. It ain't even a release per first I thought it was an acetate of some sort but after many years of speculation I decided that this actually was one of those home-made recordings that relatively few technologically-advanced types could create on their own record-maker, the kind that Archie would use to make a "Larry Lumpet and his Trumpet" record for Veronica while trying to pass it off as an original. The sound quality, flat and low, would attest to this, but if someone wanted to hear a rare Fats Domino record in 1969 and could only get one this way, what other choices would the jamoke have anyway?

I didn't dare play the flip due to some foreign matter like fifty-year-old snot or something stuck in the grooves with my attempts to scrape it out resulting in eating away at at! Oh well, I'm sure it woulda been a winner even if a good spin woulda set my stylus back a good hundred years.
Bo Diddley-"You Can't Judge a Book By The Cover"/"I Can Tell" (Checker Records)

Another originator gets the BLOG TO COMM treatment, and although Diddley was wrong to say that you can't judge a book by looking at the cover (I've judged many a record by that and that alone), you can't fault him for making this boffo rock 'n roll statement which sure drives its sound and general gnarl home a whole lot more'n just about any record released these past few eons. Flipster's pretty good itself making me wanna dig even more into the Diddley mystique. Hey, can anyone direct me to that Diddley bootleg from the late-eighties or so (which was reviewed in KICKS) which features a cover of Diddley and crew dressed in space outfits showing off their Stonehenge-like teeth?
The Midnighters-"Work With Me Annie"/"Until I Die" (Federal Records)

Land's sakes, but I still wonder just how a DURTY rekkid like this made its way into my collection! The "work" part well...that can be taken various ways. But when the singer asks Annie to "give me all my meat" I just about hit the floor. An' don't tell me THAT can be taken two ways, cuz it can't unless Hank Ballard was singing about the post-World War II beef shortage! Sheesh, if they only toned the thing down like maybe change "work" to "dance" and "Annie" to "Henry" and got some woman to sing it...I can see that hittin' the charts with a whole lot more ease now, can you? Face it, it's records like this which are the reason YOU were born!
John's Children-"Go Go Girl", "Jagged Time Lapse"/"Come and Play With Me in the Garden". "Sara, Crazy Child" EP (Action Records, England)

Long before various under-the-radar kinda labels were doin' it we hadda rely on records like this in order to give a listen to some of the obscurities that had lapsed into oblivion a long time ago. Actually this Action Records outfit did a good job of mastering the original singles and placing them upon vinyl without much sound quality loss, and I'll give a listen to John's Children in just about any wayshapeform because they rated a listen no matter the source. From the group's heyday back when Marc Bolan was strummin' the Gibson to rather amazing effect.

THE CHOIR EP (Bomp Records)

Before those glitzy packaged collections with remastered sound and detailed liner notes began comin' out this was the one that Clepop fans went to for their mid-sixties thrills. Here are the early rough acetate-sourced numbers that the likes of Sundazed sure gussied up good awhile back and although the originals sure do sound like they were used for hockey pucks all I gotta say is that when yer really hungry for rock 'n roll you'll take ' borrow from one of the song titles here...anyway you can! Liner notes are by none other than Anastasia Pantsios done up back during the time she was trying to cozy up to the Bomp empire by not only doing a Greg Shaw feature for THE PLAIN DEALER (complete with a personally done pen and ink portrait taken from a promo pic!) but a piece on the Cleveland pop scene for Shaw's very mag which I gotta say rates as one of the less exciting things they decided to print. Gee, if Eric Carmen had only succumbed to her advances (or so Stiv Bators said) maybe we wouldn't have hadda put up with her starry-eyed aging flower child  musings lo these many years.
The Pink Holes-"Billy Monster", "Frustration Factor"/"Under the Covers", "Love, You Bet!" 7-inch 33 rpm EP (Smog Veil Records)

I was a tad disappointed that "Billy Monster" was not a cover of the Deviants classic. No, actually I was GLAD that is wasn't because these covers of classic underground ephemera usually end up sounding like the doggiest doo you can come across in Paul McGarry's back yard. Actually whatcha get on this pink vinyl EP is some pretty hot punk rock the way ya remembered in almost fifty years back when the form was more attuned to the suburban slob side of one 'stead of the socially conscious hold hands kumbaya it eventually became. Four hard-drive total overload tracks that I'm sure will stir your stirrups and although it ain't the Electric Eels well, what is?
The Beau Brummels-"Don't Talk to Strangers"/"In Good Time" (Autumn Records)

Man do those folk rock chords continue to resonate in my brain just as much as they did when I was a mere turdler and music like this was packing up the airwaves much to the dismay of many a straight-laced biddy! "Strangers" shoulda been a bigger hit than it was but it's still a NUGGETS-worthy winner, and the upbeat flip which takes itself into various pre-SF scene goodtime modes ain't bad in itself either.  A great example as to how, at least for a fleeting few years, rock 'n roll really was riding a peak of energetic accomplishment that sadly would fizzle out slowly but surely as the years lurched towards the hippoid doldrums.
Rick Nelson and the Stone Canyon Band-"Promises"/"She Belongs To Me" (Decca Records)

Anyone who still thinks that Rick Nelson, the irrepressible one of tee-vee fame, was a cheap copycat who just happened to make it big because he was on a popular sitcom better do some heavy reconnoitering after giving these sides a spin. "Promises" even has the rougher parts of the early-seventies country rock idiom down pretty good (an' I ain't talkin' those weepy Laurel Canyon types either) which makes me lament the fact that this 'un went zilchwhere, while the Dylan cover is about as much a distillation of anything that guy was doin' at the same time only without those lesser aspects of Bob that tend to drive me up the wall. If Ozzie was as proud of his son's music career as he made it seem like, he had a better handling on the movement and form of rock 'n roll than any of us would have ever realized!
Aged in Soul-"Too Many Cooks (Spoil the Soup)"/"Not Enough Love to Satisfy" (Hot Wax Records)

Off brand soul sometimes has a nice 'n cheap lower tier appeal to it, and Aged in Soul is no diff'n some of the acts that mighta made it but never really had the opportunity. Too rough for the usual soul merchants of the day, these guys do have that bargain basement groove that lacks a lotta the glop that could be applied to recs such as this. A surprisingly hot and jumpy single that, although a bit heavy on the funky horns, does deliver with an energetic approach and delivery that even gets an at-times nonchalant listener such as I perked up. This 'un didn't make it as big as "Who's Been Sleeping" but I'm sure it still livened up many of the parties that the likes of Lester Bangs instigated during those late-night CREEM deadline crunchers.
Alberto y los Trios Paranoias-SNUFF ROCK EP (Stiff Records, England)

Alberto and crew take time off from their Transatlantic contract to record this punk rock spoof for Stiff Records. Along the way they do such a good job of it that, like in the case of Kim Fowley, the music that they are digging at is just as good as the original real deal (thank you Bill Shute!). The added comedic touch doesn't hurt any, plus even an unaware type of listener could give this one a spin thinking that it's all on the up and up its that realistic to the original p-rock intent of it all! Actually a pretty good artyfact of those years even if it was nothing but a big if ACCURATE send up!
Detroit Energy Asylum-"Stay There"/"Changing Fractions" (Jukebox Records)

Back inna eighties high energy Detroit-styled rock 'n roll was mighty hard to come by, so when a record by someone like Scott Morgan or this local doozy popped into my radarscope you can just bet that it was yum yum eat 'em up time! Nowadays the Detroit Energy Asylum record doesn't seem to be anything that out of the hard rock ordinary what with their toned down light metal sound and of course that "I'm My Own Woman" tough bitch female lead singer that was so common at the time. But back in '86 when this came! Actually it still holds up as a good hard rock single by a group that never did make it as far as they deserved to have. Might be worth an internet search to give this act a few more minutes of fame than they originally got over thirty years back.
Charlie Rich-"Mohair Sam"/"I Washed My Hands in Muddy Water" (Smash Rrcords)

Actually this single, nor "Lonely Weekend" nor his 1973 wowzers "Behind Closed Doors" and "The Most Beautiful Girl in the World" for that matter was Charlie Rich's best moment.

For me Rich's career apex was the time he was announcing the winner of the most popular male country star at the Country Music Awards (who was---believe it or don't---JOHN DENVER???) while stoned and set the envelope on fire (see below)! Can you think of a better tribute to drug and alcohol consumption than this? Hey, if Henry Rollins ever did something like that he sure woulda come off looking rather infantile and as much a part of the whole alternative music problem of the eighties as anyone else on the planet, not that it would be hard. But not Charlie Rich! Cooler than Robert Mitchum even!

Anyway this classic slab's no slouch either, a boffo rollin' piano hit that deserved its Top 40 success (reminds me of Paul Revere and the Raiders in their Northwest days) coupled with another wonderful effort featuring that neo-Elvis-ish voice that I'll bet had more gals wanting their guys to squeeze their suckems'n even Johnny Mathis's could! In other words, a crossover hit that can cross over into my listening parameters anytime!

The Pagans-Street Where Nobody Lives"/"What's This Shit Called Love?" (Drome Records)

Yeah this 'un's been on more Pagans re-re-reissues than I can count, but there's just SOMETHING manly about gettin' hold of an original 45 and plunking it down on your Flinstones turntable! Cleveland punk rock (using that 1977 SLASH mag version of the term for once!) tearing it up on a coupla hotcha sides that sure sound invigorating and life re-affirming a good fortysome years after these bloody scrapes passing themselves off as music were laid down. Sure takes me times I'd more or less like to forget but then again anything after turdler age is off limits as far as happy memories go so what'm I crabbin' about anyway?
Eliot Kagan (Spike)-"Life Stinks", "Brooklyn"/"#1 Band In Town", "Love Ya Honey" 33-rpm EP (Fred Records)

The mix of crass and stoopid makes this EP from former Penetrators member Kagan a really under-the-radar early-eighties release that proves that it didn't all die once the closing of Max's Kansas City and the death of Lester Bangs signaled the end of an era that never did get a chance to live up to its fullest potential. Definite home-styled recording and production (not to mention performance) gives this EP an especially mid-sixties garage band sound while the more "modern" tunes show an influence of the better moments of what was getting played on FM radio before that capitulated into AOR decay. Sorta like the end point from the beginning point that began with the Gizmos a good seven or so years before this one made its way onto vinyl.
The Last Sons of Krypton-"Boredom", "I'm Your Trashman (Yeah)", "?????????????"/The Creatures-"Light Myself on Fire". "Crying, Crying", "(I'm a) Teenage Zombie" EP (Kryptonite Records, see above if you want to dare write them!)

Splitsville EP featuring two of the more whonked out acts to ever crawl outta Wisconsin. No cheeziness here what with both the Last Sons of Krypton and the Creatures dealing out that old-styled hardcore punk (long before it "punqued" out thanks to the infiltration of many a sagged out hippie into the ranks) that reminds me of the old Bad Trip Vox Pop/Angry Samoans style that certainly caught me by the ear back inna mid-eighties. Cover snaps were taken during a Daughters of Belitas meeting when guest speaker Ann Powers decided to interpret the Unknown Tongue Pressure in her own special way!
Super K-"Recurring Nightmare"/"Go-Go" (Citadel Records, Australia)

This record does capture the mid-eighties Australian sound a whole lot more than I'm sure many would dare admit. Of course it ain't as hit-ya as the Deniz Tek or Minuteman ones but it serves its purpose, what with a keen "96 Tears" cop on the a-side and a neo-bubblegum chewer on the flip. I kinda go more for the pre-blandout groups that were up and about down there but this one, as they say, does serve its purpose. While I'm on the subject, are their any recordings by ME 262 available other'n via the HARD TO BEAT Stooges tribute?
Cliff Richard-"Rock And Roll Juvenile"/"We Don't Talk Anymore" (Harvest Records, Canada)

The patented Harvest Records Sound (Syd Barrett, Kevin Ayers, Move...) really didn't last that far into the seventies even if that company did have the smarts to pick up such groups as Soft Machine and Be-Bop Deluxe who sorta carried on the banner before it all went down the crapper. However, the appearance of Cliff Richard on that most esoteric of major label offshoots is quite stymieing considering just what a joke that guy's career became in the post-British Invasion era.

Honestly, Richard actually pulls off a good one with the self-penned a-side which not only captures a bit of the power pop mania of the day but throws in some religious references that otherwise would seem out of place. The flip is about as housewife sudzy as anyone can imagine, as if housewives were even that sudzy after the eighties. Hey, did he ever get off (no, I don't mean that!) after those child molestation accusations from a good ten or so years back? Sheesh, between him and Gary Glitter...
Various Artists-MOXIE RECORDS PRESENTS THE FIRST FOLK ROCK E.P. 33 rpm EP (Moxie Records)

I don't think that Roger McGuinn woulda been losing any sleep after hearing these definitely Byrdsian folk rockers, but ya gotta admit that the kids who recorded these records did a pretty good job of capturing that 1966 El Lay sound even if they mighta originated in Albuquerque. This 'un's got some oft-comped faves like Boo Boo & Bunkie's Sonny Bono meets Dylan-styled "Turn Around" and long-forgotten groups like Beer, the Bats and the Bees (not the ones of "Voices Green and Purple" fame) doing tracks that were bound to get most iron-haired gals of the day just bursting with over-emote! It's all enhanced by that patented one-dimensional Moxie Records sound, an' it comes on yellow vinyl which will remind you of those days when things like yellow vinyl records meant something to people who liked records for all the wrong reasons.
Creedence Clearwater Revival-"Run Through the Jungle"/"Up Around the Bend" (Fantasy Records)

I think Wayne McGuire was wrong when he wrote about Creedence's monotony not being a "manifestation of genius" like the Stooges' was. Both of these acts sure knew how to use the repeato-riff to their own advantage, and Creedence did put out singles that sure sounded great in the face of some of the atrocities that were being passed off on transistor kiddies during the very late-sixties. A double sided hit which shows that you coulda had all the shaggy hippie hair in the world, but if you could pound out THE BIG BEAT it really didn't matter even if you did look like you came straight outta Dogpatch.
The Byrds-"Lady Friend"/"Old John Robertson" (Columbia Records)

This is the Byrds I like to think about, not the later-on group who looked way too hippified for any self-respecting suburban slob's record collection. Even the horns can't ruin "Lady Friend" which keeps its classic folk rock style in the face of changing musical modes (mostly for the worst that is) while "Old John Robertson", ostensibly about some film director I have nada knowledge about, remains one of the better efforts of this soon-to-topple outfit. With this tale of an Old West remnant stranded in a world he never made I'm kinda reminded of one of those old half-hour GUNSMOKEs I enjoy watching these evenings. And to think that it was only two or so years until David Crosby's shilling the rubes ploy via WOODSTOCK made him the spokesman for a generation that shoulda shut up a long time ago.
Roy Loney and the A-Bones-BOY MEETS BONES EP ("Stop It Baby", "You Know What You Can Do"/"Jump Into The River", "Smoke Rings") (Norton Records)

I decided to pull this 'un out in honor of the late Mr. Loney, and considering that I have multiple copies of almost all of the early Groovies albums in my collection (save SUPERSNAZZ which I was ALWAYS afraid to snatch up even if Lester Bangs gave it a boff review in STONE) I believe that I made a pretty good choice. It sure was a great idea teaming up the former Teenage Head himself with the A-Bones, and the whole bunch of 'em sure put up a wild wail on a whole buncha covers that really hearken back to those great 99-cent bargain bin days when things like TEENAGE HEAD could be snatched up even if you were earning those depression-era wages like I was. Loney's (and Danny Mihm's) passing is just one more example as to all of us getting older and more decrepit as the days roll on, but somehow this kinda music seems all the more fresher for one maybe not-so-strange reason or another.
Pogo the Clown-"Lederhosen"/"Sesame Street: (Amphetamine Reptile Records)

It's funny...Tom Hazelmeyer and his Amphetamine Reptile label made up a hefty portion of infoomation fodder during the early days of my crudzine, yet as soon as the nineties clocked in the entire AR stable (and the groups they influenced) seemed to fizzle out into either nothingness or more of that New Metal that might or might not have been outside of my crud's focal point. So keeping that all in mind it was sure nice to give this Halo of Flies side project a spin. "Lederhosen"'s got this repeato-riff heavy metal chording and vocals which sound as if they were sung by a German angry about how World War II turned out. Perfect for your next Bock Beer festival! The flip's a keen cover of the famed tee-vee show theme complete with little kids and pervy-sounding muppets. Kinda gives "Tickle Me Elmo" an entirely new meaning.
POWERTRIP EP ("When We Cut We Bleed"/"Have a Nice Day", "No Place", "Permanent Damage") (Mystic Records)

Another mid-eighties fave that I've seemed to have neglected for a way longer time than I should have. Jeff Dahl and band do their best to absorb not only the Angry Samoans but the entire early speedmetal scene with this effort that seemed to get some hoo-hah during its day, but not quite enough. Kinda reminds me of what alla that bad music that came outta the late-eighties and nineties sounded like, but way before it sounded bad ifyaknowaddamean...
The Sweet-"Block Buster"/"Need a Lot of Lovin'" (RCA Records, Germany)

Every so often I need a Sweet fix, and this shoulda been a hit in Ameriga single is just the right thing to get me outta these modern day doldrums. As far as "I'm a Man" swipes go "Block Buster"'s even got "Jean Genie" beat (maybe not "Muckraker" but that wasn't even written when this rec came out!) and still kicks up a good punk rock roar even fortysome years later. The flip gets into early heavy metal raunch yet doesn't take itself seriously which only makes it all the more better. A record that goes to show you that your teenybopper older cyster maybe did have better musical tastes than you ever would have reckoned.
The Continental Co-ets-"Let's Live For Today"/"Ebb Tide" (Get Hip Records)

Remember when a whole buncha libber types were touting the entire "Women in Rock" movement as if it were a new and definitely post-male chauvinism moo-ment? One that never woulda happened had those angry dames not burned their bras back during a time when being a woman really meant something to boys who were just starting to notice things like suckems on girls? I mean, have you ever seen a bra-less dyke??? Yeeeeeesh! Well, as the GIRLS IN THE GARAGE series of albums proved the all-female rock groups did not begin with those ugly buglies wearin' Gloria Steinem fact there were plenny of gal bands out there who were pretty good and didn't need to play up on the T&A aspects to get guys listenin'. Not that it woulda necessarily helped the Continental Co-ets...I mean from one look of it they all sure coulda used the Mark Eden Course ifyaknowaddamean...

But the Co-ets really can put out (no, not that) as the a-side proves."Let's Live For The Present" is a good twisto on "Let's Live For Today" with a definite garage band outlook that kinda reminds me of the Pleasure Seekers. That naturally would figure, but way better them than the Go-Go's or Bangles who took the gals with instruments motif and slicked it up for the MTV generation!

I will refrain from the obvious GREEN ACRES jokes regarding "Ebb Tide", but this hearty old chestnut is an obvious throwaway for the older generation who went for the slow dance schmoozers. It ain't that hotcha in my own humble opinion, but the slick hair 'n saddle shoes geek that resides within you might just go for the thing.
Minuteman-"Voodoo Slaves"/"I Want To Be Your Minuteman" (Citadel Records, Australia)

And for our final foray into stroonad-y singles...I might have mentioned this 'un onna blog before but who'd wanna read through sixteen years of blather to find out exactly where I mentioned this early-eighties high energy Australian group's single before. But Minuteman didn't exactly sound like something that fans were expecting outta that continent at the time---its got little of the neo-Detroit sounds of the Radio Birdman cadre, but it's still great rockin' what with its definitely spooky rhythms and  Santeria-styled pounce that recalls the heights of the early eighties right before it wooshed away into a slew of hippie influences and meaningless fragments. At least the Big Beat continued on for a few more years down there.

Not surprisingly, Minuteman does remind me of what surprises and general thrills there were obtaining these rare and usually scorned by the general populace records at a time when even the most innocuous power pop single was considered a punk rock evil by most of the record buying populace. But we didn't care now did we, once the stylus hit the vinyl and years of slick commercial anti-rock was finally washed outta our systems for good! Maybe your system could use a good cleaning out and I don't mean your lower intestines...get a copy of this 'un an' remember that most important of truths...that you were RIGHT about it all (music, television, film, proper O-Mind applications...) all along.

Thursday, April 02, 2020


Bwah, you can tell that I have been IMMERSING myself in all sortsa BEETLE BAILEY-related fun and jamz these past few months, from old paperbacks and various oversized collections to animated cartoons and even a life-size Miss Buxley lovedoll? However I gotta say that I really was hungerin' for some of the older Bailey material, mostly the ones that came from the non-reprinted late-fifties until the mid-sixties change-over when Sarge got rid of the bags under his eyes and the soldiers began wearing baseball caps instead of those weird rectangular headwear they had for quite some time. And other'n a few examples splattered here and there in the paperbacks as well as those that are there to "represent" that period in various BEETLE history-type collections these strips are harder to come by than feminine hygiene books in Pago Pago

Thanks to Brad Kohler's nice Christmas offering of an Amazon gift card, I was able to splurge on this book which I thought would fill in some of those missing BEETLE gaps. It sure looked swell what with its sturdier than the usual paperback size and overall quality, kinda reminding me of those old Holt Rinehart and Winston PEANUTS books I used to get for my birthday when I was still in my single digits. Given the book's rather generous thickness, I had the sneakin' suspicion that perhaps this tome would pack a good year or so's worth of BEETLE dailies circa. 1957 in, and like I said when it comes to these strips (as well as plenty others that popped up throughout the Golden Years of Comic Page Suburban Slobbery) I really can't get my fill of the best from DICK TRACY to ARCHIE and of course the perennial fave NANCY.

But when it comes to comic collection rip offs I gotta say that BEETLE BAILEY AND SARGE really does take the ol' proverbial cake and throws it smack dab into Lt. Fuzz's face! Not that it's a turdburger by any stretch of the imagination, but ya'd kinda think that Dell Books woulda been able to do a BAILEY collection the right way and not as some toss-out that really was a gyp for the late-fifties when a whole dollar shoulda gotten the reader more'n what transpires here.

BEETLE BAILEY AND SARGE not only reprints those newspaper comics that I've been waiting to read for quite some time but all-new material. Now this may sound like a bargain, but these ne'er before seen offerings are but mere comic panels, the kind that Mort Walker got his professional start with right after he checked outta World War II and was struggling in his quest to take on the newer portion of the twentieth century comic pages just like Charles Schulz and Hank Ketcham. In other words kind of a big disappointment for a fifties-era comic strip obsessive such as I. Judging from the the long, thin pen style these newer BEETLEs were done right when the book was published which ain't bad, but each panel takes up an entire page which adds up to MAJOR SPACE WASTE on all accounts. An' all I can do is think about that late-fifties kiddo who probably hadda work hours on end to earn that dollar to buy this book only to get home and find out that for all intent purposes this really was a waste of the ol' dough that could have bought him a WHOLE LOT!

I'll bet'cher sayin' a deep and hardy SO WHAT, because ya still have those great and not reprinted since BEETLE BAILEYs to have, hold and cherish in the privacy of your fart-encrusted bedroom. Well that is true,  but in a fit of somethingorother whoever it was that put this book together once again felt it proper to reprint one strip per page when it's obvious that two of 'em coulda been crammed in thus giving those BEETLE-loving kids more bang for their buck!  If I could go back in time and warn the children who were buying books like this I would definitely tell 'em to HALT! Go buy somd Fawcett or Ballantine MAD paperback or just about any comic strip paperback available for thirty-five cents for more laff thrills than you'll get outta an obvious toss out like this! And let's hope that a prospective BEETLE BAILEY anthology will make its way to our hermit caves before we all either die out or go blind from staring at NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC hula girl issues for way too long.

Saturday, March 28, 2020

Hey, can any of you identify the cheap-looking (no matching suits!) late-fifties rock 'n roll group pictured directly above? I kinda get the idea that I saw a clip of 'em taken from a 1958 episode of AMERICAN BANDSTAND...the Wailers? The Tune Rockers? Johnny and the Hurricanes? I'm not that sure who these guys can be but I will say something...the two guys in the double-breasted suits are sure wearin' some square duds for the late-fifties! At least give that goof second from the left a baseball cap!
Anyway, how are you holding up through all of this Covid-19 (the SECRET miracle ingredient!) self-quarantine apocalypso fun 'n jamz anyway? Frankly I like sittin' around watching good stuff on tee-vee and having more time to write up posts like these t'boot! Kinda reminds me of Christmas vacation, only I don't get to spend the rest of the holidaze buying up things I didn't get at the shopping plazas or visiting relatives only so I can cop some of their free eats! And while I'm at it, I REALLY am gonna miss all the moolah that I'm not earning but them's the breaks. I kinda wish we had Covid-19 around way back when I was in school because I sure coulda used a big break from alla that horrid grind. Of course the kidz today are probably forfeiting their summer break and like, who wants to go to school during the warm weather days when they could be out having fun in their bedrooms reading old comic books and fanzines like I would!

But somehow I feel glad that there is this "Chinese Gongo" goin' around if only it would infect some of them people who have given me grief over the year. In fact, if any of you grief-givers just happen to be readin' this, RUN OUT AND GIVE EVERYBODY YOU SEE A NICE BIG JUICY BUGS BUNNY KISS and you too might become part of the Wuhan Generation! It does warm the cockles of my heart hearing that Prince Charles (England's answer to Alfred E. Neuman) has got it, and if we wish and pray hard enough who knows, maybe someone who has really crept up our asses might come down with a dose more sooner than later. But at least it's a chance-y affair since this disease does not discriminate, unlike AIDS which seemed to take out every irritating portion of our society just like a good plague should!

Maybe I should be a little bit cautious. After all, if my wish comes true I might be losing a whole passel o' readers who like to add snitty comments to these often erudite posts! It's a give or take situation I guess
Between what there was of work and the extra time I had goofing off I sure did make the best of a dread pandemic, what with me listening to even more music'n usual (actually found my Dr. Mix and the Remix disques after months of turning the room upsy-daisy!) and whipping up the dandy reviews that can be found immediately below! Thanx goes to the likes of Bill Shute, Paul McGarry (who went up and beyond the call of doody), Opaque Dynamo and Feeding Tube for the donations. Well, these donations are sure better'n the boxes of Stovetop Stuffing and canned green beans I manage to get by posing as a needy person during the Christmas Season that's for sure!

Hopital de la Conception (featuring Junk Nurse)-ELECTRIC ROCKING CHAIR LP (Opaque Dynamo/Cardnial Fuzz/Feeding Tube Records, France/England/USA respectively)

Hey, the cassette-only release I raved about in 2018 has materialized into a bonafeed ALBUM here in 2020 (or actually November 2019) so you have NO EXCUSE not to have this much needed platter snugged in your record collection next to all of the other mind-destroying hard-edged repeato-riff recordings that have sullied your life these past X-some years. I've raved about this before and I will rave about it again, but all I really gotta say is...if you like that avgarde French rock in the punk-unto-pure sound mode that was quite the rage back inna seventies you'll probably be indifferent to this killer, knowing what a pack of morons some of you readers can get to be!
Ryan Power-MIND THE NEIGHBORS LP (Feeding Tube Records)

Not particularly bein' inna mood for introspective singer/songwriter sounds I was preparin' to trash this Power guy to all get-out just to be NASTY about it! But wait!!!!...turns out this guy ain't another one of those sweet and soulful junkies in the James Taylor tradition after all but a guitar strummer with some guts that at this point in time have not been drawn and quartered out. Backed by tasty horn and string arrangements, Power captures the better moments of sixties folkitude without the armpit stench, recalling such previous purveyors of the pulse as Tim Hardin, Tim Rose and Fred Neil (definitely some non sweet and soulful junkies!) more than he would a Tom Paxton (that is, if I could remember what that particular introspective folkie sounded like!). Not so bad even if I'm not soul-stirred enough by this to strap on my own guitar, harmonica holder and sandals just so's I could squeeze some cooze outta a buncha over-sensitive maidens all torn apart by the world and its woes.
Overhang Party-COMPLETE STUDIO RECORDINGS 4-CD set (Important Records)

Japanese psychedelic rock of the 90s and 00's still has a sorta ring-a-ding within my stirrups, so this multi-Cee-Dee set does sorta fill a hole in my head so-to-speak. Sounds range from total free-splat rock-jazz to things strangely reminiscent of TANZ DER LEMMINGS, and it all should make plenty of sense. Or at least it would make send to you people who were in on the Les Rallizes Denudes hype and rode it along with LSD March and a bevy of other Nipponese nasties who really knew how to rearrange your cranial cells. Might take a little getting used to, so try to take it disque by disque 'stead of leaping into the whole thing for an evening of sonic mayhem that just might overload your sensory panel to the point of fry.
Wire-MIND HIVE CD-r burn (originally on Pink Flag Records)

What's with these all black 'cept for white lettering Cee-Dee covers anyway??? Other than that well...given the way these guys now look as evident from their appearance on a recent cover of THE WIRE I was dreading to listen to Wire's latese album. However, although the original Wire members are now old enough that they don't even need to ask for a senior discount they still can make a typically Wire-ish recording that sounds about as Wire-y as the rest of those Wired efforts. Nothing that I would call exemplary but still good enough for those of you who were (unlike me) in on the game lo these many years. And the best thing about it is it clocks in at about 34 minutes so the thing's over with before you REALLY get bored!
Scott Morgan's Powertrane-ANN ARBOR REVIVAL MEETING CD-r burn (originallyh on Grown Up Wrong Records)

Somehow it shouldn't surprise me that these Detroit-area under-the-underground types were still pumping out the old high energy sounds as late as this 2002 recording. Former Rational Morgan still seems to be in fine enough form while fellow Powertrainer and Radio Birdman guitarist Deniz Tek shows that a little cult following can go a pretty long way. Heck, according to the cover noted scenester Ron Asheton appears though for the life of me I can't tell exactly where, unless its on the Stooges covers. Features new to my ears rockers in the Sonic's Rendezvous tradition as well as a batch of local faves that, for some strange reason or another, don't sound so bad even if subpar groups have been beating this material like a dead horse for years.
The Hounds-LIVE AT MAX'S KANSAS CITY 1975 CD-r burn

That Steve Simels guy really usedta crack me up! Back during my library days when I would pour through old issues of STEREO REVIEW I'd make a point of it to read his regular column, not exactly so's I could gain any insight into which records out there were worthy of buying but for a good ol' belly laugh I just couldn't find anywhere else! His totally contrary to BLOG TO COMM standards opinions were a real hoot, so kneejerky tilted against anything even remotely punk rock-y but not to the point that I could loathe the man the way I do Anastasia Pantsios and the other sworn enemies of the wild and wooly world of rock 'n roll. He was sorta like a lovable old doof, Robert Christgau without the power to destroy.

I can still recall Simels' big anti-RAW POWER screed, him sayin' that the first two albums by the Stooges were total slabs of amateurish bilge with one long track sounding EXACTLY THE SAME from beginning to end and the other just loaded with noisome sax playing and that this new one wasn't that much different so save your pennies and get the new Springsteen, or something like that! Not forgetting his proclamations about the rising New York Rock Scene of the mid-seventies, a continuation of the by-then comatose Dolls-influenced movement an' he didn't think this one was gonna last so's ya might as well ferget it as well! Now, I'm recallin' all this from a good fortysome years later so don't write in complainin' that I left a comma out or deliberately mis-represented Simel's opines since I pretty well got the whole gist of it all down about as well as Richard Nixon going to see DEEP THROAT three times so he could get it down pat and you KNOW how much I like these old bad gags, eh?

Well consider my surprise when I discovered that Simels, although dismissive of the up and coming scene that was developing at CBGB and Max's Kansas City along with some other hallowed haunts, was actually in a local NYC band that frequented those very same hangouts that he seemed to have a totally flower power aversion to. For a guy who used to back the Simon Sisters (Carly and Kate) that would be a revelation of sorts but yeah. his group the Hounds were a pretty on-target local band that in many ways fit in swell with the up and comers who were popping up on local stages with ideas and music that one would have thought Simels would have a total hippified reaction against!

The lead singing gal (Lucinda Moran) makes for one of those perfect frontwomen who has the just-right kinda smooth voice for the stripped down garage band rock (which is heavy on the mid-sixties San Francisco sound, more Mojo Men or Vejtables than the Great Society) while the band is capable enough even if some might think they're still not ready for Ted Mack. But they were, or at least they had every right to be on stage as the likes of those other big misses from the scene who may have been spectacular but just didn't quite fit in with the swerve and sway.

For an an original music group striking out in NYC at the time I would think that the Hounds had all the right and definitely non-commercial moves needed to have made some sorta mark on the local scene. Unfortunately they screwed up royally, not their fault I guess, but given all the misses that popped up in the seventies local under-the-counterculture world of rock what else is new?

At least there is this remnant of what the group was able to do live. Be thankful we have access to this musical obscurity considering that there were about a thousand other acts of the day I'd sure like to lend ear to that never did make any of their recordings available to us under-the-counterculture fans who might be just a little more'n curious.

By the way, there's a Hounds Cee-Dee available out there altho my copy never did arrive so fie on whoever was responsible for that! And for those of you who are curious as to what these quadrupeds sounded like well, the very source of my own burn can be found directly below and YOU CAN DO IT TOO!

Soft White Underbelly-STONYBROOK UNIVERSITY 1969 CD-r burn

Ain't sure if this is indeed the Underbelly or Stalk-Forrest (hence my inclusion of the confusing ad posted at the left) but it's sure dad blamed one of those historical pre-Blue Oyster Cult recordings that I sure wish got into circulation a whole lot sooner than it eventually did! The presence of Les "Vegas" Braunstein on lead vocals might tip this off as being from the SWU days (not too sure of the proper SWU unto Stalk-Forrest unto Blue Oyster Cult chronology) but whatever it is the thing sure is a hoot!

Braunstein struggles to hit notes coming off like some sophomore's earnest yet unschooled imitation of Jim Morrison, while the group plays its psychedelia really cool in that patented 1969 Elektra records way which would figure considering how Elektra signed 'em up and promoted 'em as the new Doors. It's so psychedelic under-the-counterculture cool that it kinda makes me wish I coulda dug this 'un up at some flea market circa. 1978 for a mere fifty cents. Given the performance I'm sure even the most casual observer woulda thought these guys were destined for more than gymnasiums and that alla the R. Meltzer hype via THE AESTHETICS OF ROCK, CIRCUS MAGAZINE and various "Outer Pumice" columns wasn't just mindless blabber!

I hope this gets released, along with the first SWU album, all dolled up in some pretty package and sanitized for our protection like they did with the Stalk-Forrest thing a decade or so back.
Various Artists-20TH CENTURY PUSH-AND-PULL CD-r burn (Bill Shute)

Bill seems to be in more of a partying mood 'n usual with this 'un which starts off rather white (Freddy Cannon doing better'n usual and the Creation on an old familiar fave) before getting into soul music territory. As far as these particular selections go you better make sure you've taken your blood pressure meds because they'll get you up and jumpin' what with the likes of Rufus Thomas and Chris Kenner (to name some more familiar ones) belitin' out some misses that shoulda been hits but they all can't hit the target. Della Reese' revamping of the old "It Was a Very Good Year" heart warmer ought to pierce a few holes in your eardrums! And after all that what does Bill do but slap some old country music weepers from Gordon Woodby and Red Howard on changing the mood a good 180 degrees! The worst mis-matching since the Lubricated Goat and Buzzy Linhart shared a bill at CBGB!
I've been tryin' to unload these old issues of BLACK TO COMM for years, mostly to no avail for one sick and sad reason or another. C'mon, you devoted readers have gotta do your part, like buy some of these mags so I can retire comfortably to a nice little old folk's home in Coraopolis PA which has at least some semblance of people working there with IQ's in the double digits. I know all of you prospective readers are out there...howzbout clicking on the above link and get me some money back on the loads I poured into these things without the fame or fortune that I most richly deserve!!!!

Thursday, March 26, 2020

BOOK REVIEW! SMALL CARS POSTCARD BOOK (Benedikt Taschen Verlag GmbH, 1994)

Boy you can  really tell that I'm doing some deep bottom-of-the-barrel scraping diggin' up a book like THIS, but SMALL CARS POSTCARD BOOK does its doody and does its doody well. A paperback-sized collection of postcards, this particular book in the series (which also features titles such as BUNNY YEAGER, TOM OF FINLAND and EROTICA UNIVERSALIS) has loads of postcards featuring classic snaps of small-time vehicles you may remember from your childhood, or even from your last trip to the auto show for that matter. Lotsa old time mini-car faves appear from the infamous cover star Isetta to the Mini Cooper, Fiat Topolino (Mussolini's "People's Car"!) and the Messerschmitt KR 200 just like the kind Elvis had, and not only that but some rarities pop up that'll make you do a double take that's how weirdoid they are. Didja ever see the Citroen 2 CV Prototype from 1939 that looked as if it was created from sheet metal and had only one headlight? Well, that's here as well. And what's best about this book is that when ya get tired of it ya can tear the cards off and send 'em off inna mail! Text in French, German and English.

Tuesday, March 24, 2020


This Columbia two-reel comedy short was made in late 1945 and released in 1946, just before Shemp rejoined The Three Stooges, when Curly’s stroke made it impossible for him to work any longer. Evidently, Shemp had been brought back into the act for live appearances earlier in 1945, to fill in when Curly was too tired to perform and needed rest.

Tom Kennedy, who specialized in slow-witted policemen or thugs, had a long comedy career going back to 1915 and silent films. He was perfect for Columbia shorts and worked in a number of them, including being paired with Monte Collins and with El Brendel. He could turn on and off the punch-drunk persona like a faucet when he needed to, and appeared in many dramatic roles, not just comedy. He was still working in 1965, when he died at age 80!

SOCIETY MUGS is a re-make of the Three Stooges short TERMITES OF 1938----remember, the one where a fancy society party needs a few “refined” male escorts, and the hosts mistakenly engage Acme Exterminators rather than Acme Escorts? It even re-uses two of the same supporting players (Bess Flowers and Lew Davis), though no footage is recycled. I haven’t done a side by side comparison of the two shorts, but essentially, with no Moe present, Shemp becomes the dominant party, with Tom Kennedy filling in for Larry (of course, no one can fill in for Curly). Stooges regular Gene Roth, as the butler at the rich house, is subject to a lot of abuse when Shemp and Tom arrive with armfuls of exterminating equipment, and Roth shows what a good physical comedian he is. The maid here, Petunia, is played by Libby Taylor, who has the honor of having worked in three Ted Healy films (after the Stooges broke with him), as well as a 1939 Three Stooges film from the Curly era, and then this 1945 film with Shemp. It’s a shame they didn’t have Three Stooges Conventions back in the day—she’d be one of the most in-demand celebrities with that kind of background. Also, with Bud Jamison and Vernon Dent being for most fans the two supporting actors most associated with the Stooges and most abused by their physical comedy, it’s interesting that in the 1938 Stooges original, the role of honored party guest Lord Wafflebottom is played by Bud Jamison, and in this 1946 Shemp remake, the role is played by Vernon Dent!

Lord Wafflebottom mentions to one of the other guests that he’s a foreigner who is not familiar with classy American society, so he figures a good example to imitate in the etiquette department would be the two gentlemen from the escort bureau….and of course, since everyone is sucking up to the Lord, they then imitate him, as he imitates Shemp and Tom. You can imagine where that heads.

There is a chamber music group playing during the party here, and the flute player is none other than silent comedy great Snub Pollard, who reinvented himself as a supporting actor in the sound era and performed, often unbilled (!!!), up through the early 60’s, appearing in THE MAN WHO SHOT LIBERTY VALENCE and Jerry Lewis’ THE ERRAND BOY. He gets a nice though brief scene opposite Shemp, where Snub’s flute is grabbed away from him, and Shemp tells him he doesn’t know how to make that flute swing. Once Shemp starts playing flute, like the Pied Piper, he attracts dozens of rats from the walls, meaning the exterminators can finally ply their trade. The second half of the second reel (the short runs 16 minutes) is basically Shemp and Tom destroying the place as they go after the rats, drenching and bopping and bashing the guests in the best Columbia short tradition.

Shemp has always been capable of carrying his own comedy shorts—he’d done it since the 30’s, though he was often paired with a second comic talent, often Daphne Pollard, whom I'd assumed (until looking it up tonight) was Snub's sister (like Snub, she is originally Australian), but they are no relation! What a small world (see SMOKED HAMS lobby card).

The Warner Archive has an excellent collection of Vitaphone shorts featuring Shemp, 20 shorts from 1933-1937, called ‘Vitaphone Comedy Collection, Volume Two: Shemp Howard’. As for SOCIETY MUGS, it’s on You Tube, and in excellent quality, not a common thing for Columbia shorts, which are either not on You Tube or in blurry quality from 16mm TV prints that look like they were shot off the wall when someone projected them in their living room. Please, Sony, while we are all still alive, make the huge body of Columbia shorts available to us from your vaults….Harry Von Zell, Monte Collins, Vera Vague, the team of Eddie Quillan and Wally Vernon, Andy Clyde, Harry Langdon, Hugh Herbert, Walter Catlett, Schilling & Lane, etc. We need more than just the Stooges, Buster Keaton, and one volume of Charley Chase, as wonderful as they may be.

Saturday, March 21, 2020

How'ya doin' holding up against this whole Coronavirus hoo-hah that's plagued the world these past few weeks? Sheesh, schools are closed yet you see lots of brats cloggin' up the aisles at supermarkets with their more susceptible, hunh? Personally I find the whole concept of self-quarantine and diggin' into one's abode pretty fun, as long as the house is stocked with comic books, old fanzines and plenty of music (and classy old-tyme tee-vee), but for the most part don't you find the current hysteria kinda over reacting to a problem that just might die out within a week or ten?!?!?!? I mean, all of the fuss that's goin' on about catching the dreaded "Chinese Gongo" (as Dorothy Gish called it when she refused to kiss Wallace Reid over 100 years back!) compared with the Spanish Influenza of 1919 or even the sniffle epidemic that hit the grade school back when I was six and """""I""""" was blamed by my teacher for starting the whole thing (really!). I'm still gonna go get myself a big Chinese takeout (that's "takeaway" for you English speaking readers) in order to show my solidarity with those of East Asian extraction in the face of all this needless germophobia. Heck, as the mayor of Florence Italy suggested I might even hug a Chinese person as well, as long as she's cute and doesn't smell funny. In other words, as long as if she's THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF ME!
Somehow I get the feeling that Brad Kohler is home cryin' his peepers out about the death of Genesis P. Breyer-Orridge. Me, I'm not sniffling a-tall. Not that I don't enjoy that roar of those Throbbing Gristle disques that I only decided to buy a few years back after years of lethargy (and indifference), but I find it hard to feel any sorta emotion over a guy who was as SICKOID as B-O definitely was. The luster has gone out of all those decadents who seemed so trailblazing when you were a lot younger yet showed that they were just as staid and stodgy as you were all along, only in their own "inspired" and "meaningful" way! If I'm gonna get all weepy about any deca-hero of the past's demise it's probably gonna be R. Meltzer's an' NO ONE ELSE'S! Still, I might just give SECOND ANNUAL REPORT a spin, just to osmose myself into the current situation.
Hey, if you really want one you can try to get it here, but hurry!
Anyhoo, hope ya dig this week's bevy of bountiful beauties to coin a phrase. The GR album was a late-addition to the batch (thanks to Cardinal Fuzz, and say hi to the lieutenant for me!) but it was so good that I decided to sneak this one (to the front of the line!) just so's you can get your copy before everyone else! Don't go sayin' I don't do any favors for ya! Also thanks goes to Bill Shute, Sir Paul McGarry, Bob Forward, Feeding Tube Records and NO ONE ELSE (not even me!) for this week's offerings (burnt or not)...hope you can learn something here that you haven't known before which, given your collective IQ's, is a natural given.

THE GR RECORD HEAD LP (Opaque Dynamo/Cardinal Fuzz Records, France and England respectively)

This white-vinyl platter houses some interesting music, all played by this GR guy who undoubtedly would know about the whys and wherefores of his music given the way he looks on the cover. And those whys and wherefores just hafta be related to all of the hot, inner-mounting and downright BOILING attitude that made up the late-sixties music scene! Y'see, this long-player's got all of the high-spirited pounce that was part and parcel to the non-hippoid (and non-kiddie) matter that was known as rock 'n roll during those rather heated days. A tribute to black power somethingorother Fred Hampton proves this guy's got an MC5-inspired political credo while the rest doesn't seem to sound that far off from what a whole lotta kids in garages nationwide were doin' under the influence of Lester Bangs reviews. I find it all pretty cool myself especially in its low fidelity. A must to get for all you budding White Panthers out there!
IJI LP (Feeding Tube Records)

Every record by Feeding Tube is a soo-prize for the ears, and this one really takes the ol' cake and most of the icing as well for being a unique among unique offering in that label's catalog. Iji is a moderne pop group, really not that much different from a variety of electro pop rock acts that have been cluttering up many a record collection since the early eighties or so. And this album really throws me into a quandary, since the music that Iji provides recall not only some interesting 70s/80s electronic rock experiments but a whole load of pop pap that followed in its wake. Talk about having a love/hate relationship, and with a dang record as well!

So here I am with emotions more mixed than the time when Sam was yapping his head off in anger at the way I treated him and I would whip out some food and start eating it confusing my Canis Stoopis between thought of hate and a good treat. And if you too have trouble controlling the rockist and pop sides of your mind you too might feel the exact same ways Sam did oh so long ago!
Spykes & Parashi-BRAILLE LICENSE PLATES FOR SULLEN NIGHTS 7-inch single (Radical Documents Records)

Not much (if any) real info on the insert and no instructions on which speed to play it (I did 33 and it sounded just right), Spykes & Parashi are a duo who spend their Christmas Eves making bizarro sounds that I guess they find swell enough to issue on neat records like this, records which come complete with bee-youtiful abstract art sleeves that even you might find rather attractive.

Consisting of nothing but improvisational sounds with saxophone and electronics, Spykes & Parashi remind me of this group called Idiophonic that was playing out and about in the New York City underground circuit during the early oughts. Dark and waddling feedback-ish sound with deep sax holler, each side ending with a locked groove so satisfying that you'll wanna let it play until the needle wears itself right through the record. Maybe if the feller who sent me this can tell us all where you can get it.

Sure nice to hear this early under-the-underground NE Ohio rarity once again. The sound ain't as clear as it was on the actual tape that was goin' 'round back then but who cares especially when you finally get the opportunity to once again hear this LEGENDARY Akron group during their early days before the lure of gnu wave and major record contracts soiled the sound somewhat. Fans of the group's Clone records will surely enjoy hearing their renditions of the usual underground jukebox faves like "Waiting For My Man" and "Search and Destroy" placed alongside import bin finds like "Eye Shaking King" (its no surprise that Huey's original music at this time had a strong Amon Duul II influence) with even a cover of "Jerkin' Crocus" tossed in for good measure. A great slab of live seventies-vintage sonic experience, but what happened to the version of "Sister Ray" they did that was dedicated to Maureen Tucker and Peter Laughner?
Steve Marcus-GREEN LINE CD-r burn (originally on Victor Records, Japan)

Sheesh Bill, a bright guy like ya shoulda knowed that I already have a Cee-Dee-Are of this all-time fusion winner (which comes complete with the talents of Sonny Sharrock and Miroslav Vitous) snuggled somewhere in the leaning towers of tea coasters taking over my bedroom. Well, thank you for giving me an excuse to listen to this again!
Alan Jack Civilization-BLUESY MIND CD-r burn (originally on BYG Records, France)

Yet another one of those late-sixties whiteguy blooze things that really don't measure up to what that genre can produce when its pumping on all cylinders. Maybe the fact that one of the band members with out-stretched arms is wearing one of those leather fringe jackets should be a good tipoff, but then again Sonny Sharrock can be seen wearing one on the back cover of the all-time cruncher MONKEY POCKIE BOO! Maybe I shouldn't hold that form of hippoid expression against Jack despite those kinda coats dredging up a whole load of bad memories. This plain and uninspiring album I will hold against him, THAT'S for sure!
The Rolling Stones-REELIN' AND ROCKIN' 2-CD-r burn set

Two disques of the Stones in their mid-sixties prime in varying qualities and quantities for that matter. Serious fans probably have the original bootlegs but this might do for cheapos like me who still kinda cringe at the thought of these guys even existing after 1974. It does capture a lotta the unbridled fun and jamz that made those days exciting for fat gals crammed in their boudoirs popping blackheads as the radio spewed out Stones hits one after another. And you can do the same thing too!
Various Artists-HANGOVER HOUSE-PARTY POODLE GREASE CD-r burn (Bill Shute)

Wow, Bill must be doing something wrong because I like this one a whole lot! You'd think he'd throw in some tracks that I thought were from grade-z turdsville to get my goat 'r somethin', but there are loads of top notch winners here from the infamous "Green Mosquito" by the Tune Rockers (who are that good in that late-fifties ranch house Amerigan way that I posted their 1958 DICK CLARK appearance directly below!) to Gradie O'Neal's "Turkey Neck Stretch"! Yes, this 'un has all the makings of a one-man party in my bedroom to take place on one of these lonely nights when I get in the mood to absorb the darkness into my very soul.

Other winners include the Penguins' (of "Earth Angel"?) "Jingle Jangle" and the Youngsters' "Christmas in Jail" too late for the holidays but good enough any ol' way. Ike Turner goin' country on "Square Dance" (!), Slim Harpo's drivin' and talkin' blues and, getting back to the late-fifties birth of the suburban slob beat, the Sparkletones' "Cotton Pickin' Rocker" also manage to raise the roof around here! One spin and you'll be holed up in your fart encrusted bedroom in your stocking feet readin' yer old comics just like you woulda way back when, which coincidentally was exactly what """""I""""" was doin' when I slapped this 'un on my bedside boom box this very afternoon and ya better believe it!

If you happen to be in the market for some sophisticated, deep-reaching rock journalism that exposes the deep inner thoughts and workings of those who have dominated the music realm these past few decades, I know where you can pick up some issues of ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY for a pretty fair price. However if you want something a little more attuned to the darker side, the gritty underbelly of music as that driving force behind your own personal angst and desperation, I have some issues of BLACK TO COMM
that I'm willing to part with for a mere song or better yet some long green that's desperately needed around here. Just click on the link and I'll promise you a magazine that reaches for the inner soul of a rock as a way of life kinda individual (which I assume you are), and we didn't even put any pictures of Meghan Markle on the cover!