THE EAR-BLEEDING MAJESTY OF THE FUCKIN’ FLYIN’ A-HEADS
Mom, if you’re reading, I’m only repeating the name of the band. Things were different in the 70s, mom. You remember. So here’s Side A of a 45 that everyone needs to hear and then hear again. Best as I know it – and you can find a lot more detail in an issue of Ugly Things from a few years ago (sense a pattern this week?) – the FUCKIN’ FLYIN’ A-HEADS were an out-of-time, out-of-their-element, outcast bunch of freaks on the island of Oahu, making an unholy din & some wild-ass psychedelic punk rock in the late 1970s. At least a couple members were Japanese. I found a copy of this 45 in the late 1980s at a San Francisco metal store called “Record Vault”, after seeing Byron Coley namecheck it in passing (yet with glee) in an old Forced Exposure. Good enough for me. I sold it on eBay a few years back for far less than anticipated. I think it’s still awaiting full discovery by the populace at large, and I’m posting it here to do my part. Wow. Clear the room, you’re gonna need the space.