RIDICULOUS HARDCORE, PART 2: SIN 34

(Read Part One here). I don’t know what it is about SIN 34, and why I come back to their recordings every few years. They were perhaps the first speed/thrash/burn punk band that ever connected with me during my teenage late-night listening sessions with “Maximum Rock and Roll Radioâ€Â, even before Black Flag or Minor Threat. Generic-by-the-numbers early 80s LA hardcore, with the added curveball of female singer “Julieâ€Â, SIN 34 at times had this ability to leapfrog the genre & throw in some burning, stop-start hooks that got testosterone-fueled limbs flailing and bodies flying. I know that their name made it to Pee-Chees and Army surplus jackets even at my Northern California high school – but then again, so did “China Whiteâ€Â, “TSOLâ€Â and “The Adictsâ€Â. In SoCal, they had a much higher profile, due to band member Dave Markey’s involvement with WE GOT POWER fanzine and friendly connections with RED CROSS and Smoke Seven records. Only one 7â€ÂEP and one (quite lame, save for 3-4 tracks) LP made it out, but I’ve cherry-picked the band’s winners for you. Read a whole lot more about SIN 34 here and here.

Play or Download SIN 34 – “Nuclear Warâ€Â (from 1982 “Sudden Deathâ€Â compilation LP)
Play or Download SIN 34 – “Left Waitingâ€Â (from 1983 “Do You Feel Safe?â€Â LP)
Play or Download SIN 34 – “Forgive and Forgetâ€Â (from 1983 “Do You Feel Safe?â€Â LP)
Play or Download SIN 34 – “Notâ€Â (from 1983 “We Got Powerâ€Â compilation LP)

I don’t know

Nor do I have the energy tonight to fix the italics problem on this page. Like they say on Fire Island, “Get Used To It.â€Â

Is there anything, at this moment, more embarrassing than Dr. Cornel West’s rap album? YouTube his recent Real Time with Bill Maher appearance…also embarrassing.

Does this make me a racist? Or does it make you a racist for having the “issueâ€Â sensitivity to assign “racismâ€Â to my opinion?

A Book Review

In an effort to justify my failed attempts at pitching a review of this book to every single magazine in which I have a relationship, you now have this post to read. Get the book.

Joe Carducci

Enter Naomi: SST, L.A., and All That…..

Redoubt Press P.O. Box 276 Centennial, WYOM. 82055 (redoubtpress.com)

I will preface this review by stating that Carducci’s sorta-infamous Rock and the Pop Narcotic is the only lengthy piece of rock writing, and only non-fiction book, that I’ve read three times. I don’t agree 100% with RPN, but it still delivers personal inspiration, and has been a big influence on my writing. It was a book that awarded the proper amount of intellectualization (some say too much, but I disagree) and heart to metal and hard rock during a time (1990) when these forms were weathering an especially unfair phase of disinterest. If you haven’t read it, do so. You cannot borrow my copy. The book has gone through three printings. Rollins did a printing for his house in the mid-90’s, and Redoubt released the most recent version. Get it!!

There are Carducci works between Rock and the Pop…. and his brand new Enter Naomi: SST, L.A. and All That (Get your rundown here: www.joecarducci.com). Even so, this one will be endlessly compared to his previous epic. They are different animals. Instead of a highly-enjoyable, dense monster, Enter Naomi is an equally enjoyable, rather straightforward bio of three distinct subjects: Deceased photographer Naomi Peterson (she was essentially SST’s inhouse photog), SST Records, and the underground L.A. music scene from about 1975 up until around ‘86 (when Carducci moved away).

It’s sad book. It will hopefully encourage all of us to be better to our livers. Enter Naomi also proves that the “outsiderâ€Â of, say, 1981, underwent extinction long ago. Regardless of shady business dealings and an intimidating anti-social personality, the cloth Greg Ginn was cut from is nowhere to be found in the “undergroundâ€Â of 2007, if one can even find the underground in 2007.

I finished Enter Naomi in three while trying to read three other books. I spent long stretches staring at the photos.

Carducci deserves exposure and some book sales. In the face of publishing industry indifference and public’s (and publishing industry’s) poor taste in music books, Joe has toiled along.

That’s it. And that was a very loose interpretation of a “book review.â€Â  

 

 

CURSE OF THE BIRTHMARK – “WELCOME TO THE HARD TIMES, YOU’RE LATEâ€Â EP

This 2005, 5-song ear-pillager from San Francisco’s semi-active CURSE OF THE BIRTHMARK was the electro-zap my ass needed to get the foam coming out of the mouth again when I first heard it a little over a year ago. “Welcome To The Hard Times….You’re Lateâ€Â is the sort of dark, aggressive “industrial rockâ€Â I used to envision in the early/mid 80s whenever I’d read about TEST DEPT. or EINSTURZENDE NEUBAUTEN or whatever, whom invariably let me down. C.O.T.B. did not let me down; on the contrary, this EP is full of frothing, electronics-filled no wave guitar, some absolutely thumping drumming, and enough bleeding ear tones to keep you in the isolation chamber for hours afterward. There’s a rabid, mysterious churner at the end of Side 1 called “Too Many Ministersâ€Â that I have not been able to stop playing for a year. They put out one other 45 that’s also quite good, and I think they’ve maybe played one live show in the past 365 days. I couldn’t go – I think I had to wash my hair or something. See if you’re up to the challenge by clicking on the links below.

Play or Download CURSE OF THE BIRTHMARK – “Welcome To The Hard Times, You’re Lateâ€Â
Play or Download CURSE OF THE BIRTHMARK – “Show Yer Fangsâ€Â
Play or Download CURSE OF THE BIRTHMARK – “Too Many Ministersâ€Â
Play or Download CURSE OF THE BIRTHMARK – “Le Phantâ€Â
Play or Download CURSE OF THE BIRTHMARK – “Monster Imitates Carâ€Â

BANGS – “GETTING OUT OF HANDâ€Â DEMO

So it looks like the most popular post in the short history of this blog was the first BANGS single that I put up about a month ago, which warms the cockles of my dark heart. Perhaps we can best that with a related, and even more rare, love offering – an excellent demo version of “Getting Out of Handâ€Â, one recorded before their 1980 single, and a bonus photo of the band in miniskirts, stolen right off of the internet from this site. At some point in the near future I’ll get the 5-song IRS EP up for you as well. Enjoy.

Play or Download THE BANGS – “Getting Out of Hand (demo)â€Â

Blood Beach is better than the new Wes Anderson movie…

**I’m knocking out a little work, hanging out with the lady, and lazily paying attention to Blood Beach. The comfort food for the week? Late night (cable) or afternoon (local Memphis channels….edited) fare from childhood. Blood Beach kicks off my October run of rented, On-Demanded, or theatrically-attended (unlikely) silliness. Even for this era, even for 9th rate gore (!!!!), it comes as a minor surprise that Burt Young and John Saxon were talked into this one. Oh good, the dog died. Did Burt Young’s character (â€ÂSgt. Roykoâ€Â) get transferred to L.A. from Philly or NY?

“We need a character actor with a thick, Northern, street-corner-rube accent.â€Â

Royko to a tall, Black cop: “You’re the problem with this world.â€Â

Royko to room of cops: “This would have never happened in Chicago.â€Â

Well, he’s right.

“We found it!!! We found it!!! We found the guy’s wiener!!!â€Â

**I’m also here to offer an public challenge to Wes Anderson:

Would it be possible to NOT make a Wes Anderson movie? I couldn’t be less excited about The Darjeeling Limited. Everything one needs to know about the film can be absorbed by looking at promo stills or the movie’s poster. I’d like to note that this image also appears when “The Darjeeling Limitedâ€Â is image-searched through Google. All vital elements of The Wes Anderson Package are in place: Quirkiness, privilege, “exoticâ€Â locale, sibling complexity, romantic misunderstandings, white. Did Slate beat me to this opinion?

 

 

I WAS A NUMBERS FAN

I guess I sort of took a layoff from paying close attention to new bands, lasting roughly four years, from about 1998-2001. When I came roaring back, one of the first bands to catch my attention were a just-springing-out San Francisco band called NUMBERS. Their robotic, off-tempo, patterns; angry, stabbing guitar, and overall metronomic sound was totally intoxicating, and those first few live shows I saw of theirs – usually about 15 minutes each – were totally friggin’ great. As I understand it, they are still a band, but I have not “sceneâ€Â nor heard them in about three years, disappointed as I was by their second CD, “In My Mind All The Timeâ€Â. For a short period, though their first record “NUMBERS LIFEâ€Â was, in fact, my life. It holds up to this day, and then some. See if you agree by downloading the tracks below.

Play or Download NUMBERS – “Intercomâ€Â
Play or Download NUMBERS – “Driving Songâ€Â

I swore that I’d never watch Affliction….

….again, but I am. In light of recent events, it flows like Happy Gilmore. Aaaahhhhhhhh!

Some books that I’ll buy when I learn how to read again: Rorty, Harold Bloom, City That Never Sleeps, The Naked Truth, Laughing Mad: Black Comics, Film Talk, Denis Johnson’s Tree of Smoke, and that book about gross honesty that I read about in Esquire.

Excuses, Excuses

Thanks to Kean for connecting the dots on this one.

I’ve suspected Potsdamer Platz was in trouble for some time. An early symptom of this was when the strange “music experience” show downstairs closed precipitously. Not long after, a Sony Records person I knew from the States came over here to find out why Sony Records Germany employees didn’t want to move to Berlin and work at the Sony Center. Apparently morale was horrible, but it did, it must be admitted, pick up: Sony, at the start of merger negotiations with Bertelsmann, moved to Munich.

That’s right: besides the fancy branding-store there, there’s no Sony in the Sony Center.

Nor, apparently, is there any Daimler-Chrysler in the Daimler-Chrysler Center these days, since this article hints pretty strongly that both the Sony Center and the Daimler-Chrysler complex are on the market. And that’s mostly what there is to see at Potsdamer Platz these days.

Besides the architecture — which I think is best seen from afar, for the obvious reason that you can’t see a skyscraper when you’re standing next to it — there just isn’t much at PotzPlatz. There are the cinemas, of course, which are essential to the Berlinale, and the don’t-call-it-a-mall-or-we-fire-you Potsdamer Platz Arkaden, and a few luxury hotels, which are also essential to the Berlinale — or at least the egos who attend it. But the place has been a bust when it comes to commercial space. And why not? There’s commercial space everywhere here, most of it cheaper than PotzPlatz.

Let’s face it: the city’s in trouble. At this point, even the city is admitting it. The link to the PotzPlatz article came after Kean sent me an almost unreadable exerpt from a speech due to be delivered in Sydney by Adrienne Goehler, identified as “a former senator for arts and science in Berlin.” I have no idea which party she represents, and she could be a CDU-er sniping at the SDP’s leadership, but if I discern (through what may be a lousy translation) correctly, she’s right in scoring the unemployment (17% overall, but, as she doesn’t mention, well over 33% is some parts of town), debt (€60 billion), and what she calls an “old-boy network” and I call entrenched anti-entrepreneurialism as problems.

So woo-woo, we have a lot of artists. Frau Goehler even admits that there’s a lot of art made here but no way to sell it: for that you have to leave town. I’d actually advise her to take a look at what’s in some of these galleries here. She might not be so optimistic if she’d take a walk around some of the galleries I see every day, too. And yeah, I know, there are a lot of artists who rent cheapo space here so they can build their stuff and ship it out without showing it here.

Ah, well. At least she admits “As impressive as the numbers are which officially document the strengthening of Berlin’s creative industries, it is equally visible to the naked eye that there isn’t and won’t be enough paid work in this city to counter the jobless rate. For some years now, this shortage has forced mainly jobless artists and academics into new forms of working and living that arise from a lack of money and a simultaneous surplus of ideas.” Which sort of doesn’t make me feel too bad that nobody I know can make a living here, myself included.

But unlike Sony, I haven’t made a sale or a merger that allows me to put my apartment back on the rental market. Yet.

THE SID PRESLEY EXPERIENCE “PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER ONEâ€Â 45

1984 in England. I get flashbacks to The Jesus & Mary Chain, The Smiths, The Cocteau Twins and even “Red Lorry Yellow Lorryâ€Â and “Half Man Half Biscuitâ€Â. What about you? Under the indie radar and pretty much unknown in the US were a British act called THE SID PRESLEY EXPERIENCE, named after three dead rock music icons. They were a loud-ass, short-lived British group who, on their first of only two singles, produced a hot, panic-filled “Batman”-like TV theme instrumental A-side called “Public Enemy Number Oneâ€Â, matched with an angry, sneering original on the flip called “Hup Two Three Fourâ€Â. It was produced & engineered to be bleeding way, way, way into the red, and if memory serves me, it was released both as a 45 and as a 12â€Â. (I have the former; I’ll bet the latter is even more damaged-sounding). On their next 45 they took on John Lennon’s “Cold Turkeyâ€Â and totally nailed it, to the point where that’s the version I hear in my head during the rare times it pops to mind.

“Public Enemy Number Oneâ€Â was the intro music to a formative 1984-89 radio show on KCSB-FM Santa Barbara during my late teens called “Strictly Discoâ€Â, hosted by Eric Stone. Stone has the greatest record collection of punk, garage & indie 45s I’d ever seen to date, and I still possess a C-90 cassette I got to make of some of his singles that I heard for the first time either at his house or on his show: The Electric Eels’ “Agitatedâ€Â; The Misfits’ “Bulletâ€Â; the Naked Raygun “Basement Screamsâ€Â EP – and this one. Hopefully it’ll show up on some of your cassettes in the near future, now that you own it – or will when you click the links below.

Play or Download THE SID PRESLEY EXPERIENCE: “Public Enemy Number Oneâ€Â
Play or Download THE SID PRESLEY EXPERIENCE: “Hup Two Three Fourâ€Â