From The Valley Within

March 9th, 2010

From The Valley Within (Lost Records) 1983. Man seriously? Say it ain’t so, Joe. Two obscure 1980’s hardcore 7inches in a row? This one is from San Jose, California and is one of those comps that I searched for for years. Why? Cuz it has The Faction on it, that’s why. And what’s funny is now The Faction aren’t even one of my favorite bands. Times change and people change, as Pat Dubar once so eloquently put it. So what is the choice material on this comp? Ribzy, Ribzy, Ribzy. It’s just so fucking snide and rotten. Check out All Cut Up and tell me that guitar breakdown isn’t awesome. Some of you may remember me waxing all philosophical-like about Ribzy back in August of 2007. Fronted by twins and featuring two girls, Ribzy were something kinda unusual for the skatepunk scene. Maybe the unique demographic element of the band contributed to the unique aesthetic element of the band. What do I know? Another great band on this comp is Grim Reality who should not be confused with The Grim. Fronted by Jason Honea who went on to sing on my favorite Social Unrest album, Grim Reality is mid-tempo punk with a British vibe. Definitely not as groundbreaking as SU2000 (what is?), Grim Reality is still pretty kick-ass and worth a listen. All in all, this comp is a pretty cool document of a lesser-known scene. Kinda similar to Nardcore in a way but without the hesher allusions.

Ribzy

Samples:

Anarchy and Peace - Grim Reality
All Cut Up - Ribzy

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We Can’t Help It If We’re From Florida

March 1st, 2010

We Can’t Help It If We’re From Florida (Destroy Records) 1983. Continuing the Florida theme, we have a hardcore classic from 1983. Back in the days when 7inch compilations with thirteen great tracks were the norm. It’s funny really because this was one of those comps that nobody (outside of Florida) gave much of a shit about. I think it was because we were so spoiled. Because listening to this now, its obvious that this thing just completely shreds from beginning to end. Take Hated Youth for instance with the song Hardcore Rules which was their “hit”. You couldn’t come up with a more prototypical hardcore track than this. Its lighting fast, funny as shit and aggressive. Rat Cafeteria was another band that was super-fast and aggressive although a little more generic.

Roach Motel

And then there was Roach Motel, who I first heard on the classic Barricaded Suspects compilation on Toxic Shock. I believe that Roach Motel may be one of the most underrated of the early hardcore bands and the only reason is that Florida just got no respect. Much like Jersey, these Florida cretins represented everything that the punk rock intelligentsia loathed and were thus treated as second class. But that was just stupid. I’ll leave you with a long quote that I lifted verbatim from the always amazing Kill From The Heart, from John Hodges the guitarist of Hated Youth. This pretty much sums it all up:

Hated Youth

In 1980 we hated the jocks and the jocks hated us. Everybody hated us, and they especially hated Eric for his big head, and I carried a golf club with me everywhere I went, for the jocks. That was after a jeep load of jocks attacked me while I waited for a bus. I got the best punches in though, on that one jock, bloodied up his face good. Back then, the only thing a jock was good for was killing, and we had a song about killing them along with all of their hippie counterparts. We had a song about killing all of the kids in Gainesville, the ones who came to see us when we played there along with Terminal Fun and Roach Motel and The Flower Children; that song was called SOCIAL OBLITERATION. My teachers thought I was retarded. And we played songs about killing our parents, and raping Ted Bundy’s wife. We didn’t give a fuck about Ronald Reagan or world politics, though on occasion we pretended to in our songs. Blame that on Eric who wrote BAN THE BIBLE and, after getting labeled a homophobe, wrote I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE GAY. I preferred songs about stealing babies from shopping carts and fighting with my mother. Gary thought the hamburgers from Wendy’s smelled like pussy. We ate a lot of those hamburgers, and it was thanks to those pussy-smelling hamburgers that we met what was to become the baddest and the fastest drummer in the south, David Magoo who, when we were going through the drive-thru asked us if we needed a drummer. It was David who came up with the line, “I wanna join the KKK, kill off the minority.” That was from our big hit HARDCORE RULES. One day after practice, driving through the neighborhood, some girl in a Bug shot us a bird and David drove after her, swinging a chain outside of the window and screaming crazy shit. Our parents were bigots. Nazi skins were bullshit, mythical in our town at the time, but could only be, when their time would come, jocks that had crossed over from jockdom into the punky land of stupid kids with nothing to do. Cops whistled at me, told me I was cute. We were the only ones around with weird haircuts, triple mohawks and mange cuts. Naturally, we made fun of everybody, ourselves included. KILL A PUNK ROCKER! Why not? It wasn’t that it was a bad world–everything about it could only be perfect–just that we needed a place of sanity to pocket all of our good energy.

-John Hodges, guitarist of Hated Youth, 2000

Samples:

Hardcore Rules! - Hated Youth
Florida Reptile Land - Roach Motel
Kill - Rat Cafeteria

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Bone - Pirate The Islands

February 28th, 2010

Bone - Pirate The Islands // The Headlines Have It (Rumble Records) 1979. Bone were simply a bunch of dudes who liked to party. Party hard. They were from Florida and they lived the lifestyle all the way. It was the 70’s baby. Times were crazy! Don’t fuck with my buzz. The dude in the center of the great cover photo (click to enlarge) was Richard Bone, the main man behind the band. He’d takes his fellow bandmates on a little out and back around Marina Bay. They would bring along some strippers and a shitload of cocaine. The coconut oil would be slathered all over everyone’s thonged bodies while they ate saltwater taffy and drank Captain Morgan. The sound system was off the hook! It was in precisely this environment that Pirate The Islands was conceived. Yeah you have heard Synth-Punk before but have you ever heard Synth-Punk-Yacht-Rock? I think not. Bone were a genre all to themselves. The B-Side does not continue the nautical theme but it rocks. You gotta crank this mother up to 11 at your next party. Sit back and watch people nervously try to “get” this. You can’t “get” this. It’s beyond all of us.

NOTE: Everything I said about Bone is completely fictional. I know nothing about the band. These are just the impressions I get when listening to this 45.

Rocky Mountain Low

February 24th, 2010

CAVEAT: if you wanna hear this music, you’re gonna have to buy this LP. The folks behind it requested I do not share even one track. I’m gonna review it anyway because it is fuckin’ awesome.

A great companion (precursor really) to the Local Anesthetic compilation from a few years ago, Rocky Mountain Low captures the early punk rock days of the Denver/Boulder scene and shares them for posterity. In fact, Rocky Mountain Low presents itself as an exhaustive representation. Every single band from the scene is represented on this recording and/or the accompanying booklet. You get the super rockabilly punko power of the Jonny III, the streetwise sounds of The Front, the new wave noise of The Cells and The Healers and the proto-Velvets power of The Corvairs and The Ravers (who went on the become The Nails). It’s pretty damn cool.

Now these kind of comps can sometimes be hit or miss. They are usually created by folks who were a part of the scene they are documenting and oftentimes these folks are so enthusiastic to present their towns legacy that they are unable to have an objective viewpoint of the music. So being an ex-Denverite and supporter of the town in general, I was a little worried when I received this in the mail that it was gonna be chock full of terrible recordings of 5th rate bar bands playing bad new wave. After all, Jello Biafra, (then known as Eric Boucher aka “Occupant” aka “The Wicked Wizard”) fled the area early on and moved to San Francisco. Maybe he did this because the bands in the Rocky Mountain area sucked so bad?

1977 Denver Flyer courtesy of Trash is Truth

Well, I am happy to report that this is not the case. In fact, let me echo Joe Carducci in stating that the breadth of good music that came out of the scene in Denver in the late 1970s is a big fuckin’ surprise to me. And not only were there a lot of great bands but these bands took it upon themselves to record their music on 4 tracks and off of mixing boards. So the end result with this comp is a really good set of well-recorded tunes (mostly) by a pretty diverse set of bands. Take for instance, Lilly Rose and the Thorns with their great song Fun. Try these lyrics on for size:

I wanna rock-n-roll oh yes I do
and I wanna have sex, I wanna have it with you
and I wanna get high any way that I can
yes I wanna rock-n-roll wont you be my man?

The background music on this amazing little punk ditty sounds like the New York Dolls or something and Lilly is actually a dude. A trans-gendered dude. So let me ask you this….did it ever cross your mind that there would be a gender bending punk-n-roll band in Colorado in the late 1970s? Kinda like a Rocky Mountain Wayne County and the Electric Chairs? That seems pretty wild to me. I bet their shows were fucking CRAZY.

1978 Denver Flyer courtesy of Trash is Truth

Speaking of gender, there are also two all female punk bands in this set. The Guys play some cool punk-n-roll. The Profalactics on the other hand, from Boulder, predate Anti-Scrunti Faction with a more politicized and noisy approach. Like Bold Beginnings, the Louisville punk rock compilation on Noise Pollution from a few years ago, gender did not seem to be an issue to these bands and I think this is an important point. It’s easy to lose sight of it in today’s post-pop-punk world but there was a time when punk rock was, gasp….outsider music. People who played punk rock didn’t fit in. I know this is why it appealed to me. Cuz the cool kids used to try and take my lunch money.

When I look at the photos of these first wave punk rock bands from the Denver/Boulder area what I see is a bunch of social misfits with nothing to lose. They were in the middle of nowhere and they didn’t expect anyone to hear what they were doing. They played their music because what else were they going to do? Go to Broncos games? Listen to John Denver? The fact that we are fortunate enough today to hear this music is pretty damn impressive.

I just wish I could share a song or two!

Cipher

February 10th, 2010

Cipher - Body Chemistry, Harmonic 33, Cymatic Mambo // Modern Medicine, Brown (Right Brain Records) 1981. A band I was first introduced to on the Savoy Sound LP. At the time I assumed they were a local San Francisco act but it turns out that they were actually from Los Angeles and were contemporaries of bands like Wall of Voodoo, Savage Republic and The Fibonaccis. Apparently, the owner of The Savoy also owned Go! Records and he asked Cipher to play their closing weekend and be on the compilation. Quite a compliment really when you think about how many great local SF bands could have filled that slot. The track Cipher contributes to Savoy Sound is entitled Cymatic Mambo and it is one of the best on the LP, full of tribal tom-heavy beats and live guitar squeals and squalls. Knowing nothing about Cipher, I was intrigued enough to beg publicly (as I am known to do) for more information on this mysterious band. One of the comments on the post mentioned that there was an EP out there by Cipher and shortly thereafter, Marsha Mann, lead singer and producer of the band, sent me a copy.

The first thing that struck me about the EP upon listening to it was how unlike their contemporaries Cipher were. Then it hit me, none of their contemporaries sounded anything like each other. I spoke briefly with Marsha via email and then a bit by phone and she confirmed this. In her words, the LA scene that Cipher were a part of were, “a group of avant-garde musicians who were very aware of each other’s work, partied and played shows together, and spurred each other on to experiment and be unique…NOT to sound like anyone else, and certainly not like each other.”

I like the idea of artists approaching art for arts sake. Trends be damned. Coming from the midwest, where the idea of playing this kind of music draws a clear ideological line in the sand, I always viewed the pursuit of creativity over money as a noble pursuit. Not that I have ever had a problem with financial success, just a problem with the idea of financial success being the primary motivating factor for art. Marsha points out, “(Cipher) also lived in L.A. - the epicenter of the Music Business, so there was always talk of how to ‘break through’ without compromising or selling out. Unless you’re 17 or 18 years old and just thrashing around to have fun and express yourself, all serious bands have aspirations of ‘making it’…it’s the only way you can keep doing what you love for the long term.”

Cipher: Michael Carroll, Marsha Mann, Francis White, Jose Garcia

In our online discussion, Marsha mentioned that I occasionally espouse a “romantic notion of artistic purity” on Last Days and I think in her opinion, all bands pursue success. In this sense, a band like Savage Republic were pursuing commercial success and were simply idealistic enough to believe that this could be achieved on their terms. From my point of view, it seems insane to think Savage Republic were pursuing financial success, but maybe it did seem more possible in early 1980s Los Angeles to be challenging artistically and successful commercially. Maybe its generational, maybe its geographic, but I don’t think my view is merely a “romantic notion” and I would offer this blog as proof of that.

See, Last Days has survived for four years without ever making a cent. I have no staff, no advertising, no profit margins. I am a one man show. I get a lot of hits a month and sure, I would love to write about great music all the time and support myself. I can’t stand working all day on shit that offers no reward for me. However, in my opinion, the delusion that this could be possible is a romantic notion. The fact is, once you sign up with them, you become a tool for them. Just look around the blogosphere and you will see plenty blogs who are merely just tools for a music industry going through its death throes. I started doing this so that there could be something pure in my life that wasn’t motivated by making money and thus far, I have been very happy with the results. Would I sell all of you down the river for a wad of cash? Hell yes. But in the interest of my narrative, lets refrain from making me contradict myself.

Regardless, I found Marsha’s insights fascinating and I have been mulling them over for quite some time. We tried to continue our discussion on the phone but some phantom reverberation kept us from being able to after about ten minutes. Damn technology, you serve me so well sometimes and other times you betray me.

Anyhoo, I use Savage Republic as an example above instead of Cipher because of all the LA bands of that era, Cipher probably had the most commercial sound and potential. Side B of the EP sounds somewhat like Siouxsie and the Banshees. I don’t think this was intentional. Just two bands in very separate parts of the world hitting the same sounds at the same time. Side A has some resemblences to other bands, I can hear a bit of Suburban Lawns in Body Chemistry, some surf rock in the amazing Harmonic 33. Guitarist Jose Garcia, is an excellent guitar player and he experiments with a bunch of weird tunings that predate Sonic Youth by quite a few years. The rythm section of Francis White and Michael Carroll keep it tight and tribal. Lots of additional percussive elements are employed which point to bands like Savage Republic but also at times to some of the music on the East Coast at that time including The Feelies, Pylon and Polyrock. With that said, this is clearly a West Coast thing and I can even hear elements of the exotica of Martin Denny and Yma Sumac in the mix. Marsha has recently been in contact with Jose and they have some unreleased tracks that they may be releasing down the road. Until then, I’ve been given permission to share this EP.

Cipher came out of a theatrical background and from what I have been able to research, their live shows were super intense. They would put a lot of thought into how they presented themselves. One trick I read about in an old article from BAM magazine that Marsha sent me, mentions how she would sit on a stool, dressed in black with all of the lights dimmed except for a spotlight so that it seemed like her face was suspended in space. Her picture on the back of the LP is consistent with this. So intense. So uncompromising. I love it. In fact, records like this are the fuel for my romantic notions of artistic purity. You have to forgive my delusions, this kind of music made me the way I am.

Ruin - Fiat Lux

February 8th, 2010

Ruin - Fiat Lux (Meta Meta Records) 1986. Probably the most ongoing request that I have seen over the years with Last Days is Fiat Lux by the Philly band Ruin. I wrote about them back in 2007. Few bands have inspired such rabid devotion amongst a fan-base as Ruin. Part of this is due to the fact that they were criminally overlooked. I mean, just a hundred miles over people were shitting themselves for a little Revolution Summer but Ruin who were doing the same damn thing at the same damn time, couldn’t get much love. They are not even on the Flex discography fer chrissakes (which by the way, looks super-good after the new makeover). Another reason why Ruin fans are super-fanatical is because Ruin were from Philly and Philly itself got no love. No local label like Dischord. No real national reputation despite its size and location and what was really annoying about this was that Philly had some amazing hardcore bands like YDI, FOD, McRad and Ruin. So you got this criminally under-rated band in this under-rated town. Finally, the third reason why Ruin fans are so rabid is because the band flat-out rocked. Their shows were transcendent experiences, they pushed the boundaries to the point where they were incorporating psychedelia, hard rock and raga while still maintaining the energy of the best hardcore punk. Fiat Lux was their masterpiece, the apex of what they were trying to do. Check it out in its entirety.

Ruin - Fiat Lux (right click and save as zip file)

You
Make Believe
Hero
Famous Blue Raincoat
Life After Life
Proof
China
Taster
White Rabbit
Ruin
Great Divide
Real Good Time

RayMilland - Recordings 79-81′

February 6th, 2010

Raymilland - Recordings 79-81′ (BDR Records) 2010. Another amazing reissue, this one from my hometown. If you have never heard of Raymilland, that’s probably not too surprising. They were a short-lived Saint Louis post-punk act that existed roughly in the time period defined by the title of this release. Certain to be considered a footnote by globally renowned post-punk historians, Raymilland were remarkably prolific for Saint Louis standards. Case in point, they opened for Magazine and Ultravox locally and Adrian Belew, Chelsea and Tuxedomoon in Chicago. They were also slated to open for Joy Division on their first American tour but we all know how that turned out. They released a 7inch in 1980 and they were also on one of those super-cool Sub Pop cassettes that were released when Bruce Pavitt was still in Illinois. Like I said, remarkably prolific.

Ray Milland: Greg Black, Rick Buscher, Bob Trammel, David Sundberg

They were also ridiculously obscure. I know that sounds contradictory and I guess it is, but to really understand this paradox is to understand the weirdness that is St Louis. See, I grew up with the punk scene in St Louis. I got into it around 82-83 and by that point it was largely centered around local hardcore bands like Blind Idiot God, Drunks With Guns and White Suburban Youth/Ultraman. There were also some pretty mainstream sounding new wave acts like Be-Vision, The Langrehr Band and The Studebakers that I remember. I remember there being shows at Billy Goat Hill that I could not get into. I remember going to New Values a couple of times. I remember Vintage Vinyl when it was a little hole in the wall. I remember the Varsity Theater and the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I remember buying Jet Lag. You would think that I would have at least one memory of Raymilland.

I mentioned in my post about the Boston based band Christmas, that Boston suffers from collective amnesia largely due to a constantly new population of students. But St Louis’ population is relatively sedentary. So how could a band that almost opened for Joy Division have been so quickly forgotten here? Part of it rests on the fact that Raymilland only played eight shows, which I realize is insane when you consider who they played with and where they played. My old band played about 30 shows in the early 90s and we couldn’t even open for Pale frickin’ Divine. But the lack of live performances is only one contributor to Raymilland’s obscurity. I think to understand the rest of it is to understand the town itself. Books could be written on this, my friends. But not here and not now because this is a gaddurned’ record review not a cultural analysis.

“Talk” from the sole Raymilland release

While the music on Recordings 79-81′ is definitely post-punk, it is also pretty unique for its time. The songs from their Distant View / Talk 7inch are the most classically “post-punk” with screeching guitar and synth noise over a locked in bass/drum motorik groove. Rick Buscher sings immersed in echo and phase. Talk in particular is somewhat reminiscent of a band like Glaxo Babies or something. Very, very cool. A little more surprising are demo tracks like She’s Got Medals and Climate which expose an underlying glam influence on a band that at first pass seem very non-glam. In fact, when taken in this context, Buscher’s vocals are very similar to Brian Eno and you start to realize that Raymilland probably sounds post-punk because they were operating from the same set of influences as other post-punk bands not because they were trying to emulate anything in particular. The third component of the CD is the rehearsal material. Freed from standard song structure, Raymilland had a big jones for space-rock. This is most evident in David Sundberg’s guitar playing and Buscher’s synth noise. This is the weakest part of the CD from a musical perspective but from a historical perspective it sheds further light on the band.

To commemorate the release of this CD, Raymilland re-formed and played one show in St Louis. The label that released this (BDR) has plans to release a number of St Louis punk/wave/post-punk obscurities in the near future which is exciting. The opening act was a band called The Welders and they were a lot of fun. BDR has plans to release their sole 7inch later this year. After the Welders, Raymilland took the stage and proceeded to blow my fucking mind. Walking into the show I was expecting a nostalgic walk through Saint Louis’ punk rock past. Walking out, I was utterly convinced that Raymilland, if they were to start playing shows tomorrow regularly, would be a completely valid and vital art-rock band. There was no hint of nostalgia.

Reunion show (Stumble sighting 1:13-1:44)

When I listen to this great CD and the bridge hits on the track Overhead, I am instantly transported to hearing Raymilland play it live that night. I was standing right in front of the stage. It was a weird night. My head was all foggy from too many drinks and the huge wall of noise that was Raymilland just about knocked me over. I walked out of the club and looked over at the remains of the Lemp Brewery. It was freezing cold. I got in my car and drove home amazed that I was completely unaware of the existence of this band.

This CD and Raymilland in general is something that St Louisans’ should be very proud of . Everyone (St Louis or not), should buy a copy and enjoy a great example of prime Midwestern weirdness.

RayMilland - Recordings 79-81′

No Good Trying
Climate
She’s Got Medals
Lots / Losts
Overhead
Talk
Distant View
Talk
High and Wide
Climate II
Unumbered
Tronada

The Method Actors - This Is Still It

January 30th, 2010

Method Actors - This Is Still It (Acute Records) 2010. The folks at Acute Records have really outdone themselves this time. I think I say that every couple of years about Acute but this time I mean it. For realz. This Is Still It on Acute documents the first year of The Method Actors, a seminal drum and guitar duo from Athens, GA as they both laid the template down for all future drum/guitar combos and defined a sound that was completely unique. Driven by the twin propulsion engines of David Gamble on drums and Vic Varney on guitar and vocals, The Method Actors were a very compact and precise instrument designed solely for you, the listener, to have fun. It seems when listening to the band, that every single detail in every single song is in place just to propel the music forward. Varney’s guitar choogles through songs like Hi-Hi-Whoopie, E-Y-E or Do The Method like he is trying to fit every possible flourish he can come up with. He yelps and sputters vocals and Gamble just wont let him stop….the beat keeps going and going. Its pretty audacious stuff for its time and place. As Varney says in the liner notes, “It’s the Great Audacious Yawp of Youth”.

Speaking of the liner notes, the packaging on this (as with most Acute releases) is perfect. Lots of great photos of the duo who were as unique visibly as they were musically. I mean seriously, look at the photos of the band from their first 7inch, This Is It from 1980. David Gamble is the big guy. He must have just towered over those drums. In concert he probably looked like he was beating the shit out of them. Vic is the wiry, smaller guy in the “M” sweater. Have two band members ever visually represented how they sound better than this? I mean you look at them and you can already hear the music.

Accompanying the excellent photos is an intro by a guy named Peter Buck, who played in an even more obscure Athens-based band from the 80s (the name escapes me right now), and a great interview with Vic Varney from 2009. What did I learn from Vic? Well, I learned that Ricky Wilson of the B-52s is Vic’s all-time favorite guitar player. In an earlier review of Rythms of You, a jittery 10inch they released in 1981, I mentioned how similar at times Vic’s guitar playing is to Wilson’s. Listen to She by the Methods and then listen to Lava by the B-52s. You’ll hear the resemblance. This is important because, Vic’s strumming doesn’t resemble anyone else. Ricky Wilson is the only touchstone I have with The Method Actors and it’s relatively slight.

 

This Is Still It documents the early Method Actors recordings from 1980-81. It contains their first 2 7inches as well as the afformentioned Rythms of You EP in their entirety. These have been relatively obscure and difficult releases to find for some time. I mean, I never heard Do the Method before and now that I am listening to it, its probably one of my favorite songs by them. This Is Still It is not definitive by any means (large chunks of the Little Figures Double EP set from 1981 for instance, seem to be missing), but it is absolutely essential for anyone who likes to get crazy and have F-U-N.

For further evidence, check out a couple of songs.

Do The Method
She
E-Y-E

Get yourself worked up for the March 9th, release date. Then go buy a copy for yourself. Also, check out VicVarney.com for more information.

UJ3RK5 - UJ3RK5 EP

January 25th, 2010

UJ3RK5 - The Anglican, The Locator // Eisienhower and the Hippies, Booty Dread (Quintessence Records) 1980. A post-punk classic of dryly academic dadaism. UJ3RK5 (pronounced “You Jerks”) were a band of social misfits from Vancouver who released this wacky EP in 1980. Coming out of the ‘photoconceptualism’ or ‘post-conceptual photography’ art movement and launching the seminal career of Rodney Graham, UJ3RK5 recorded this EP and a couple other compilation tracks before calling it a day. The band was too tuneful and upbeat to really qualify as “no wave” but too fractured and ridiculous to simply be labelled “new wave”. So lets just consider them “Last Days Music” and be done with it. I’ve read that Eisienhower and the Hippies was their “hit” but that is kind of a ludicrous statement, no? Now what really strikes me as weird is if you juxtapose the cover of the UJ3RK5 EP with say, a photo of Arcade Fire or something, you may realize that trends come and go but Canadian Nerds making highly literate rock is constant. Luckily, in UJ3RK5 case, the tunes match the image.
 

Stumblemix Volume Three

January 17th, 2010

Clatter and Jive with The Teeth

Third edition of the Last Days of Man on Earth podcast. Still going strong. No signs of stopping. In fact, I think this may be the best one yet. And that’s not just hyperbole. That’s the real deal. One thing however. It may not be the best idea to record my narration after a night out socializing. That’s just my way of saying I am a tad bit schnockered on this here voiceover. I wouldn’t even disclose this, but there are a few big mistakes in my narration that I have neither the time nor inclination to fix. This podcast must make it to the presses. You gotta step away sometimes, y’know? So I will correct any of my errors here in the writeup. In other words, if you try to nail me on an error in the voiceover, you clearly didn’t read the instruction manual.

Edition Number Three starts off with the horror garage-punk sounds of the The Living Deadbeats out of Vancouver Canada with a great ode to paying bills entitled Rent. Fuck the man! The Backsliders, a great band outta Texas follow with Bitter Days a song that sounds a lot like another song but for the life of me I cannot place it. Has this ever happened to you? Every time I listen to it another song ends up on the tip of my tongue. Then I lose it. The whole Backsliders album is available free at their link. Don’t be a choad. Ch-Ch-Check it out. Speaking of checking shit out, look at this:

 

The Mean Jeans

 

Yes, that’s Oregon’s classic The Mean Jeans with a great high budget video. P-Diddy would be proud. Actually it reminds me a lot of the classic Meat Puppets video Get On Down which has been bizarrely removed from You Tube. Why the fuck would anybody do that? Who has anything to gain from a 25 year old Meat Puppets video shot on VHS? Well at least we got The Mean Jeans. And they were born on a Saturday night, at least that’s what they say in this podcast. The Mean Jeans are followed by a band called Prize Country who are really great but I just checked their myspace and their graphics are terrible! If I was a superficial person, their marketing materials would have scared me away. Luckily, Joe Stumble is all about substance. Still, you guys gotta nix the sub-screamo graphics. Fo realz.

 

this moment in black history

 

A band that does not fuck around with lame graphics is Build No System. Bad-ass hardcore from Cedar Falls, IA. This represents my first correction from my voiceover where I think I said Cedar Rapids. It’s hardcore. From Iowa. What else do you really need to know? On a totally different note, I followed Build No System with Canyons, a DJ combo from Australia doing their amazing song Dancing On Silk which sounds like some late 1970’s NYC no-wave goodness. When the sax came in I was hooked. After that, we have This Moment In Black History who are NOT from Detroit but instead Cleveland. My sincerest apologies.

Vancougar, Vancougar, Vancougar…what really can be said about them? Such a great band. I think they may also be from Vancouver. And what can be said about The Teeth? Four righteously cool dudes from Louisville, KY on the Noise Pollution label. The Generator is from their great new 7inch Clatter and Jive. Get you one. While you’re waiting for your Teeth record to arrive in the mail, maybe you could check out this great video by DDMMYYYY:

 


 
DDMMYYYY

 

Pretty great huh? The song on the podcast, entitled Simple Life is pretty great too. This is followed by the mysterious Squid In Squid Ink doing an instrumental synth number entitled Tiktaalik off of their cool online album Proun. I followed them with some additional analog synth goodness by way of DFA mainstay The Juan Maclean off of the amazing 2009 album The Future Will Come. This would have been a commercial release in 1982 I think. But now, it is relegated to the third edition of the Last Days of Man on Earth podcast, the deepest cul-de-sac of hipsterdom in the webosphere. Ah well….Who are The Family Curse and why do they scare the fuck out of me? Their album sounds like a trip to the emergency room on acid. What do you think?

 

The Family Curse

 

Who are The O-Voids and why the fuck are they so good? Go now and buy EVERYTHING this band has released. True minimalist punk. The Hibernauts on the other hand, are all sturm and drang. Know what I’m saying? Midwestern kids making the big pop noise in the void. The last album was really good but a tad bit too polished for my tastes. From what I can tell off of this new song, the new release may have a bit more grease on it. Now a sound with no grease on it would be The Hatcham Social Club who are eerily reminiscent of the mid-80’s alternative (wow, haven’t seen this word in a while) UK sound. Bands like The Smiths, The Shop Assistants, The Mighty Lemon Drops (mistakenly referred to in my narration as The Mighty Lemon Heads!). You get the picture. If you love the moody anglo sound as much as I do, fire up a clove cigarette and check out Crocodile:

 

Hatcham Social Club

 

The Sorely Trying Days are from Kokomo, Indiana. Yeah, like the Beach Boys song. I betcha if you mentioned the Beach Boys to them they would punch you in the face. Great tune and very similar to the Prize Country track from earlier. Except without the odious graphics. In a totally different vein, we have Pixeltan, a Brooklyn-based dance punk act with Scatter from their DFA release Yamarena-I. Do I need to even mention my undying love and appreciation for all things Child Bite? Didn’t think I did. But just in case you need a reminder, Child Bite are quite possibly my favorite current band. They are a completely current re-imagining of Pere Ubu midwestern skronk. With beards.

Who the fuck are Raw Nerve and how can we get more hardcore bands to sound like this? Total noise. Barely held together. Minute blasts of insanity. Their new 7inch is out and available at the link above. Cash For Your Stories are another band with a demo out right now and it is some amazing shit. Part post-hardcore, part UK punk, all pissed off….definitely one of the best UK bands I have heard in a long time. Would love to see a gig with them and Normal Man from Stumblemix #1. Speaking of normal men, Doug Maxson is anything but that. His latest band Hal Dolls is proof positive that he is one of Louisville’s greatest musical treasures. The most punk rock thing he’s done since The Dickbrains and that was 30 something years ago. What would mother say? I end the set with The Returnables, doing one of their classic melancholy midwestern numbers before their unplanned demise. A great band, from the same Dirtnap sampler that The Mean Jeans track is from.

And that’s it for this installment. Keep sending me your stuff. If I like it, I will put it on the next podcast.

Last Days of Man on Earth Podcast #3

The Living Deadbeats - Rent
The Backsliders - Bitter Days
Mean Jeans - Born On A Saturday Night
Prize No Country - Buy In
Build No System - Welcome To America
Canyons - Dancing On Silk
This Moment in Black History - Its Everything We Do
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Vancougar - Naughty
The Teeth - The Generator
DDMMYYYY - Simple Life
Squid In Squid Ink - Tiktaalik
The Juan MaClean - A New Bot
The Family Curse - Laughing My Way
The O-Voids - Friction Strip
The Hibernauts - Intermurals (sic)
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The Hatcham Social - Crocodile
Sorely Trying Days - In Control
Pixeltan - Scatter
Child Bite - Gender Points
Raw Nerve - You Live
Cash For Your Stories - Girls and Prams
Hal Dolls - Barbie
The Returnables - What Would Mother Say?