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  • Smallflowers Press #1

    One-and-done New England fanzine put out by a guy who chose near-anonymity by merely calling himself “Kris”. I’m sure there’s no question that if you were at all part of the Brattleboro/Amherst early 2000s freak scene that funneled its way into wider consciousness via Byron Coley & Thurston Moore’s Arthur column, you surely knew who Kris was. He seems to have been exceptionally well-acquainted with the whats and wherefores of just about everyone and everything surrounding the players in that professed New Weird Underground, a movement that had something of a moment around the time of Smallflowers Press #1’s publication in 2004. I found this hippie encroachment to be a little threatening at the time and I kept a wary and highly suspicious eye upon it, yet it fizzled and fragmented as these things tend to do.

    Kris and his small team did something I’ve never seen in a fanzine before: Smallflowers Press #1 consists of three long interviews, period, each supplemented by a ton of photos. Here’s what Coley/Moore had to say about it in one of their columns:

    “If you ever wondered about the minutiae of the New England Underground, you could do much worse than to get the debut issue of SMALLFLOWERS PRESS. This is a solo newsprint mag that contains incredibly detailed interviews with Dredd Foole, Chris Corsano, and all the countless members of Sunburned Hand of the Man. It’s a massive 76-page read, and probably a tough slog if you’re not somewhat besotted by this stuff, but if you are, well, sheesh, this one’s for you.”

    I suppose it could be a tough slog, yet the interviews have such obvious camaraderie and are so stepped in music arcana that I find them fairly easy sledding in most parts. The massive Dredd Foole (Dan Ireton) interview in particular hones in for a big chunk on the late 70s/early 80s Boston underground, and the man’s deep involvement with Mission of Burma and its players. The comparatively small-ish Chris Corsano interview is cool because Corsano – one of the all-time most ferocious drummers I’ve ever seen – was really just a young pup at this point, already quite accomplished and playing with numerous free jazz and freeform giants.

    The true whopper here is the enormous Sunburned Hand of the Man interview, which takes up nearly 50 pages in total. You want the early story on this magickal, mystical free rock collective, you’ll find it here.  The band talks about their June 10th, 2003 show in San Francisco with Comets on Fire that I captured my magnanimous impressions of here the following day. I guess I kinda liked ‘em! I was trying so hard back then to incorporate the hippie and free-folk interlopers into my hidebound worldview and taste parameters. Every so often, it’d work – like I became a huge Josephine Foster fan around this time. You read the interview with “Sunburned” here, and it’s not hard to admire their rural, back-to-the-land, communal approach to living and making music. 

    I don’t know, something about the post-9/11 cultural landscape and the void left in underground music after the massive wave of the 1990s left a lot of interesting, obscure musical tentacles, micro-labels and homespun fanzines like Smallflowers Press floating about, each doing their thing in as radically independent a manner as could be imagined. When I search for ways to make fun of it, as is my wont, I don’t get as far as I’d like, leading me to believe that given the right set of circumstances and chemical fortification, I too might have been one of the barefoot dancing heshers on stage with them at any given show. I also think that someone could pull together from tapes a compilation documenting the best of the New England “free music” scene documented here that’d probably knock our socks off. Kris, you still out there?

  • Back From The Grave #1

    What do you call those low-run, xerox-y looking, print publications that Boo-Hooray puts out, often about obscure and collectible underground music? Fanzines? No? Well then will you at least humor me this time? I only have a couple of Boo-Hooray items, the few that correspond precisely with my interests, of which one of them is something I’d have opened a vein for if I hadn’t otherwise been able to procure it. It’s a one-off, 66-copies-printed (allegedly) fanzine all about the Back From The Grave 60s garage punk compilation series. This Tim Warren-curated album collection, as I’m sure I don’t need to tell you, is an all-time peak cultural totem that makes Americans like me just a little more patriotic every time we listen, and it’s a series that did more for the cause of “garage punk” writ large than anything save for Lenny Kaye’s Nuggets and those mid-60s teenage punkers themselves. And each volume was 100x better than the best volume of Nuggets, great as those are.

    This Back From The Grave “fanzine” – well, I only latched onto a copy because Boo-Hooray proprietor Johan Kugelberg traded me one, mostly because I’d just published my own interview with Tim Warren about the then recently-resurrected Back From The Grave series in my Dynamite Hemorrhage #2 fanzine. Read it here if you’d like. The reason I did so wasn’t merely because I wanted to pay tribute to the most raw, savage and deeply underground 60s punk 45s – though of course there was that – but because Warren himself was, and I’m sure still is, a wildly enigmatic, funny and highly opinionated and obsessive vinyl hound. He’s a guy whom I’d somehow built up enough personal goodwill with over the years that he said he’d talk to me, and he doesn’t seem to talk to that many folks. I’ll never forget while I was waiting to call him at the anointed hour we were supposed to speak, he was already frantically typing unedited answers to my questions in the Google Doc I’d sent him. I’m sitting there watching the document explode in real time, so I had to call him in Germany 15 minutes early just to get him to stop. The interview is transcribed just as it happened – some written, most spoken. 

    Also met the dude once in San Francisco in the mid-1990s when he was nice & hammered, sunglasses on in a club at 11pm, trucker hat pulled low over his forehead. We had a real nice chat. Everything about this LP series and how it came to be – and of course the music it documents – is immensely fascinating to me. I’m also writing right now with the fatal elitist prick assumption that you reading this right now “get” everything I’m saying, and totally already know all about Back From The Grave and the music on it. Odds are you actually might not, and that’s completely understandable. Check out this, this, this and this for some of my all-time favorites.

    This Back From The Grave mag has an unnecessary but very cool “glow in the dark” substance slathered on the lettering for “Back” and “Grave” that you see here. Tested it last night (for the first time, after owning this for ten years) and it worked! Its contents are even better. Effectively, it’s a well-curated collection of every bit of BFTG ephemera that Kugelberg could find: interviews, advertisements, alternate album covers that weren’t released, even the hand-written interview that Tim Warren did with members of The Keggs as he was putting Back From The Grave Volume One out. 

    The main entry, I guess, is Sylvain Collette’s illustrated discography of the different BFTG volumes and editions. You get a teaser about a wildly rare bootleg double LP called Garage Kings that came out with the first two BFTG editions, something I certainly never knew about. There’s a fantastic interview with Mort Todd, the guy who created the covers for the first seven editions of the series, all of which are worth staring at and parsing for twenty minutes at a time. They offer much to learn about Warren’s worldview. There are several Tim Warren interviews, a Mike Stax essay, a Johan Kugelberg essay, and quite a bit more. Johan says, and I believe him, that Warren is the one who told him “Oh, you should do a 70s punk Back From The Grave”. Kugelberg took the advice, and those ended up being the first 4 volumes of the Killed By Death compilations. Life-changers.

    So I know it’s a drag reading about something that only 66 copies were made of. Bums me out with collectable records all the time. I have good news for you, though, something that I didn’t know until I started Googlin’ while writing this post. As of this writing someone’s selling one on eBay for $300; better still, someone scanned the whole thing and it’s available for free on the Internet Archive to look at right now, if that’s something you’d be interested in doing. Then you can see what all this malarkey and balderdash is all about.

  • Skid #5

    I only came to possess a copy of 1982’s Skid #5 because its editor, one Jon Hope, kindly sent me one over ten years ago. We’d been conversing about this & that & what have you, fanzines and rock and roll music and all of that jazz, and in the course of him sending me some of his old copies of Matter – which I’m still totally psyched beyond belief he did – I also got Skid #5, published out of his hometown of Oconomowoc, WI. I kid you not. It’s a real place. Over 18,000 people happily live there to this day.

    It’s funny, the deeper I head into fanzines from 1981-1982 the more I realize that not everyone was balkanizing themselves into hardcore vs. not hardcore. Out in California, where I’m from, I really can’t remember a reputable fanzine that successfully straddled blazing ‘core, English post-punk and mainstreamish FM alterna-rock, treating it all as part of the great cosmic whirl and with equal levels of respect. It was, like, Ripper and Maximum Rocknroll and Flipside and Paranoia – among many, many others – on the pure HC side, and then a few gothy, mod or nu-wave fanzines on the other side, never the twain shall meet. Out there in the “real America”, there was The Offense and Op and Skid making sure they did, in fact, meet. Hope’s favorite songs, listed in his intro, proclaim his current favorite songs to be from acts such as Felt, The Replacements, Die Kreuzen, Gang of Four, Flipper, The Embarrassment and Secret Hate (!).

    And something I’ve never seen before: Skid #5 includes a post-it note to hold its contents in place, I thought it was just mine, but there are instructions right there in the intro. Deliberate – and very bold – D.I.Y. move. Being from Wisconsin, Hope and his crew cover some of the time period’s serious Wisconsin heavyweights – Ama-Dots, Oil Tasters and No, “a Green Bay hardcore band”. Kansas’ The Embarrassment have just come to Milwaukee after opening for P.I.L. in Chicago, and got 8 people in the crowd as their audience as their reward. “They report they haven’t given up on Milwaukee”. They appear here to be Hope’s favorite band, as he claims to be all out of superlatives to describe them.

    Then you get into the astoundingly innumerable reviews – was he getting promos or was he just an incredible record collector? – and it’s really just the crème de la crème of modern hardcore punk. He flips for Flipper and the This is Boston Not L.A. comp (“except for the noticeable lack of SS Decontrol, this is really impressive”). Hell, I’ll say! I still think the blitzoid Gang Green stuff on that record is jaw-droppingly, eye-wateringly great, up there with Void, Negative Approach and The Fix in my personal hardcore pantheon, and just one notch below the first Die Kreuzen LP (speaking of Wisconsin, as we were). Hope is a little tepid on the FlesheatersForever Came Today, before moving on to review the plethora of material that’s just come out that quarter, with Punk and Disorderly and Bullshit Detector II right in there with Joe Jackson, SPK and Y Pants. Raise your hand if you were 14 years old around this time and Punk and Disorderly was among your first five punk album purchases.

    Then, in the area that’s not well-held by the post-it note, there’s an English Beat interview, and it all wraps up with a “Church of the Subgenius” pamphlet for reasons unknown. If you have to ask, you’ll never know. It’s probably better that way.

  • New Wave Rock #2

    We return again to a prime example of one of my favorite recent discoveries, which has been the mere existence of high-circulation, newsstand-friendly punksploitation mags from 1977 and 1978. Right there, right in the grocery store’s magazine aisle, next to Creem, Circus and Rock Scene. I’ve written about previous examples here, here and here. Despite whatever moderate corporate backing was propping them up, they have the same immediacy and documentative relevance of nearly any given fanzine of the era. Yeah, you’ll certainly have to excuse some of the artists featured, In this one, new waver and cover star Bruce Springsteen is said to be “Walkin’ Streets of Fire”, and is also the creator of “the most exhilarating and passionate rock ‘n’ roll you will ever hear”. Arguable. But get past that, and you’ll find some real ore to mine in November 1978’s New Wave Rock #2. 

    As I talked about when we discussed New Wave Rock #3, this was produced by Whizbang Productions from their offices on East 43rd in New York City. Diana Clapton was executive editor. While I can’t find anything online about Whizbang (I’m talking nothing), Ms. Clapton wrote a Lou Reed/Velvet Underground book in 1983. She did a fine job corralling the talent. For most folks, the linchpin piece here is a continuation of a long Lester Bangs article about “The Roots of Punk” that was originally started in another publication, a 1977 fanzine from San Francisco called New Wave. The only way to read that, the editors say, is to order a copy from Aquarius Records in San Francisco. I don’t think it’s going to work anymore.

    Bangs says his piece, and it’s a good piece, about The Sonics, Troggs, Count Five, Music Machine and so on, and posits that San Francisco’s dominance over rock and roll sounds in the late 60s led directly to the “punk backlash”. Speaking of the 1960s, there’s an interview with one Michael Hollingshead, who apparently turned Timothy Leary and various rock stars onto psychedelic drugs in the 60s. He believes that they “will become increasingly popular among those associated with new wave music”. I’m not sure it happened. New wavers I’ve known tended to drink, drink and drink some more. Some smoked illegal marijuana cigarettes. A couple were into “horse”. But psychedelics were for disco turds and hippie-hangover creeps.

    “Scene reports” are a big deal in New Wave Rock #2 – only it appears that the only scenes worth reporting on are in NY, London, LA and SF. London’s is chock-full of color photos from a “Carnival Against The Nazis”. Paul Grant’s column about the LA scene, “Hot Stoopids on the Sunset Strip” has a bit of effortlessly casual anti-Mexican racism. He also talks about how The Cramps played “with Kim Fowley’s awful Dyan Diamond, who was pelted with ice by an unappreciative Kickboy Face (Slash’s pet frog)”. In the SF report, Howie Klein actually blames President Jimmy Carter for why The Nuns, Avengers and The Dils aren’t signed to record deals, and unfortunately it doesn’t sound like he’s joking. 

    Over in New York, there’s been a big benefit for Johnny Blitz of the Dead Boys, after he was stabbed on the street and couldn’t pay his hospital bills. John Belushi is pictured sitting on drums in his place; tons of photos from this thing. This issue’s got a quartet of small, colorful features on “New York’s finest”, who happened to be the Helen Wheels Band, Nervus Rex, The Erasers and the Slander Band. I seriously don’t think I knew what Helen Wheels looked like until today. And then stepping outside of the scene reports, there’s a big thing on Generation X’s “sexy singer” Billy Idol by Pam Brown, as well as a boring piece on XTC, who are said to have “a complete dislike, bordering on contempt, for the punk movement as a whole”.

    Best of all – even better than the Bangs piece – is Mary Harron’s article interviewing Nico in Paris. Yeah, it’s the very same Mary Harron that would go on to direct I Shot Andy Warhol and American Psycho. We’ll end this wrap-up of New Wave Rock #2 with two gems from her piece on Nico:

    “Nico has no tact. She says whatever comes into her head, and it can be frightening. The first indication I had of this was when she was explaining why she was dropped by Island Records. ‘I made a mistake. I said in Melody Maker, to some interviewer that I didn’t like negroes. That’s all. They took it so personally. I had no idea that Island was a Jamaican company. They took it very personally, although it’s a whole different, entirely different race. I mean, Bob Marley doesn’t resemble a negro, does he?’. She then goes on to describe Idi Amin eating people and believes it’s indicative of the “entire race”.

    Nico: “I think I’m a terrorist actually. Maybe I would like to spend the rest of my life in prison. Just shoot somebody and just do what Andreas Baader did. But that would be a pity because there’s no other singer like me. And if I’m in prison I can’t appear on stage, right?”

  • The Pope #2

    You may know Tim Adams as the fella behind the Ajax Mailorder catalog, which was a pretty crucial conduit for record collection-burnishing in the 1990s. Or maybe you know the guy for his underground label Ajax Records. For me, he was always “Tim from The Pope”, as that’s where I discovered the cut of his jib back in 1987, when I swiped this issue of his fanzine from my “internship” job at Sound Choice mag in Ojai, CA. Tim was probably the first fanzine editor to send me a personal letter in the mail, when I ordered the issue that followed this one. Given my youth – I’d just turned 20 – getting a letter from a highly opinionated fanzine editor, even if it was mostly to make fun of the name of the college town I lived in (Isla Vista, CA), impressed upon me the value of customer service and providing “a little something extra” in transactions such as this. Not that I ever follow his example in my own mailings. I’m too fuckin’ busy. 

    The Pope #2 is a digest-sized, fairly packed read with an outstanding cover photo. I’m gathering here that Adams is going to college two hours away from Chicago, in Indiana, but that the address for the mag is in Oakbrook, IL – likely his parents’ house. Badass. He’s already gathered some fan mail from his debut issue. Jane Guskin from Ten Tall Men writes about how Tim needs to buy the Whitefronts LP (yes!) and mockingly compares his fanzine to Gerard Cosloy’s Conflict, a comparison not at all without merit. “I found his whole ‘mag’ utterly enjoyable, especially the cruel ‘slags’ of my ‘fave’ records. Same goes for your zine – you seem to have learned a lot from your idols, down to what could almost be imitation. You just seem a bit less….’worldly’, let’s say”.

    Adams also reviews a bunch of current fanzines, taking extra care to repeatedly make sport of Jet Lag fanzine. Was he the guy that once called it “Jet Lack“? I could never call it anything but that after I’d read that. Other fanzine reviews include two that feature Karen Schoemer, whom I know sometimes looks at this site (whoa!), and a review of something I’ve never seen a copy of, Butt Rag #1 from Peter Margasak. Adams says, of the ‘Rag, it’s “..pretty nasty (maybe too nasty?)…I was initially turned off by the pure vitriol of the thing”. In reviewing Bill Callahan’s Disaster #3, he says “Apparently this is a side project of Gerard Cosloy’s, wherein he lets his three-year-old autistic son do the layout”. You get the temper and tone of young male American fanzine nation circa 1987 in spades here, something we’ve discussed in this space before

    I often get the sense that Tim Adams is “hedging” here a bit, which is fine. He seems to now realize that people in his musical orbit will actually read his fanzine, and unless it’s with regard to a band like “Scruffy The Cat” or something, his punches seem a little bit more pulled than the letters to the editor responding to The Pope #1 might indicate. I’ve never seen that issue, so wouldn’t know, but I at least recall Adams’ fanzine as being highly joke-centric and a little scene insider-y, but maybe that’s in the later issues that I haven’t seen in years but that we’ll talk about here eventually. 

    For interviews, there’s one with The Didjits and another with Killdozer, a band I associate with The Pope because it may have been this interview that turned me on to them that year, or perhaps because Tim calls himself “Hamburger_Martyr” on Instagram. There’s also a long talk with Clark Johnson of Squirrel Bait, who’d just broken up. Are you old enough to remember Squirrel Bait mania? There was something I read maybe my senior year of high school in Spin about how “Squirrel Bait will kill you” because they were so “loud”. Clark Johnson, who apparently is 6’7”, is game enough for a fairly long and well-professed interview, and he underscores just how young the band were – no older than myself at the time – when they were getting written up in Spin and whatnot. I’d thankfully forgotten that members of the band went on to a project called “Fancy Pants” at one point. This entire interview can be read here

    And as with other American underground music fanzines, my own from a few years later very much included, live and record reviews round out the proceedings toward the end. There’s a great live review of Big Black and their final Chicago show, in which Albini lights a big row of firecrackers on the stage right when they come out on stage, just as the band kicks into “Fists of Love”. Great night out. As for record reviews, Adams thinks Soul Asylum’s While You Were Out is a big step down from Made To Be Broken, which I don’t agree with because it’s not true, and he calls it “the worst album cover since the 1970s”, which I do agree with, at least until Murphy’s Law’s Back With a Bong came along two years later. He says “OK, call me a fag, but I like this album” for the Sex Clark Five’s Strum and Drum! (also a fine record). He does a little better when he dubs Scratch Acid’s Berserker a “squalling Tojo of a record”. Tojo! 

    Interestingly, I now have two copies of his follow-up The Pope #3 as well. Both have identical contents on the inside, yet one cover highlights that inside there’ll be stuff on They Might Be Giants, Zoogz Rift, Trip Shakespeare and additional bands so obscure that I have no idea how they’d become comedy punchlines, if that’s indeed what was going on here. Bold move if so. I wonder how limited my nutty “joke” cover might be?

  • Wind-Up Butter Cow (Summer 1996)

    I’ve never made much of an effort to connect with any “perzines”, if you will: personal fanzines, which are much more about the teller than the tale. It may be why I didn’t know about Liz Clayton’s and Summer 1996’s Wind-Up Butter Cow (“The All-Ohio Issue”) until TP wrote about it in my own Dynamite Hemorrhage #1 fanzine back in 2013. I almost certainly would have pegged it as a wacky perzine and kept walking had I seen it at Tower Records, which I’ve subsequently learned would have been a mistake. Here’s what TP had to say about it:

    WIND-UP

    “Not so much a record review ‘zine as the personal diary of coffee and soup aficionado Liz Clayton, Wind Up actually offered very little in the way of fuckin’ record reviews. In contrast, Liz spent the 90’s interviewing bands, submitting questionnaires, sharing recipes and highlighting the happenings in her life and the lives of her friends from Michigan to Chicago to Ohio and beyond. So what, right? Were there not hundreds of young Americans doing the same thing at the time? Maybe, but Liz wrote within the frame of a music head in love with her times and did so with classy aplomb. She changed the title of the zine with each issue, publishing five or six distinct epistles between 1991 and 1997: Wind-Up Toy, Wind-Up Frozen Entrée, Wind-Up Toaster Pastry, Wind-Up Industrial Burnoff, Wind-Up Butter Cow… 

    Like her Editor-In-Chief colleagues around music zine nation, Liz also nurtured a syndicate of like-minded writers, many of whom were musicians. Her crowning zine achievement was the 1996 issue Wind-Up Butter Cow: The All Ohio Issue, which, as can be deduced, exclusively cheered Ohio bands and culture: Gaunt, Moviola, My Dad Is Dead, Scrawl, TJSA, Bela Koe-Krompecher (“sum him up in seven words or less!”), as well as Ron House trashing the 4AD editor fanny who wrote The Offense Newsletter. Liz’s book Nice Coffee Time was published by tinyperson press in 2013.”

    Here’s what I’ll add. First, Ron House’s piece in Wind-Up Butter Cow doesn’t trash Tim Anstaett’s The Offense at all; in fact, it’s a full-stop tribute to the fanzine, with its idiosyncrasies and out-of-step-with-the-herd tendencies both noted and praised. Also, Tom Lax of Siltbreeze Records – an Ohioan himself – gets several pages to give a second listen to some of his 70s/80s Ohio “art-punk” 45s to see if they’re any good or not, and rounds ‘em up for the fanzine. Most don’t seem to make “the grade”. And while the standard questionnaire conceit at the heart of this fanzine ultimately gets a wee bit tiresome when applied to more than a half-dozen bands, their answers to questions like “What would you say Ohio is shaped like?” and “What is your favorite place in Ohio?” do generate some pretty interesting, and dare I say educational answers. 

    I mean, I’ve been to Columbus and Cincinnati once each on work trips, and three times to Cleveland – once with Claw Hammer on a 1993 tour; once for the 1996 Case Western dental school graduation to see my now-brother-in-law matriculate; and once again for Content Marketing World in 2013. I can’t therefore say with any confidence that I’ve got a unique read on the state of Ohio. But it’s a little bit more robust now that I’ve read Wind-Up Butter Cow. I mean, I could now go to Licking County and potentially find a few things to do, and/or follow Mike Rep’s advice and check out Serpent Mound or some civil war burial sites. 

    Oh, and a couple other things: Jeff Curtis tells the story (as a comic) of coming to college and immersing himself of the Kent, OH underground scene in the early 80s and playing in bands without once mentioning Moonlove, his phenomenal mid-80s band whose May Never Happen got reissued a couple years back. Finally, and completely refuting any notion that this might be a perzine and not really music-related, Clayton writes some truly funny live show reviews that have absolutely zero to do with Ohio, and Wind-Up is all the better for it. I wouldn’t mind one bit taking a look at the other issues that she did both before and after this thing.

  • Lobotomy #5

    I was recently able to procure a couple of copies of Pleasant Gehman’s legendarily notorious and notoriously legendary late 70s LA punk fanzine Lobotomy, thanks to the benevolence of an overseas Fanzine Hemorrhage reader who’d probably seen me faux-whining about all the great fanzines I’d never, ever see. And no, I’d never seen Lobotomy until 2024. I’d just read about it and seen it talked about in a few LA punk histories here and there. I knew it would be fun – I mean, Pleasant is fun, a woman whose picture appears in the dictionary next to the word “extrovert” and someone who’s basically been the personification of weird, eccentric, non-cinema Hollywood for over five decades now. Getting to read, hold and lovingly caress copies of her punk fanzine – for instance, this April 1978 Lobotomy #5 – is something I wasn’t sure would ever actually happen. 

    You know it’s an early homespun labor of love when it’s only xeroxed on one side and stapled in the corner, much like my copies of San Francisco’s New Dezezes from the same era. Right up front there’s a gossip column, much like her “L.A.-De-Dah” society page I’d regularly read in the LA Weekly in the 80s. She’s so excited and so much is happening that even when the typewritten page hits its limit, she’s hand-scrawling breaking news in the margins, like “New Germs single on Slash Records is incredible!!!” (that’d be this one, and it is). Some other hand-picked nuggets from this page: “Romance: LEIF GARRETT and JOAN JETT – WOW!….Oklahoma punk group MULETTO is in town, playing around, and possibly recording for Dangerhouse….PHAST PHREDDIE is now working at Carl’s Jr. in Glendale….JOHNNY ROTTEN went to see THE MUMPS at The Whiskey and said they were great….DARBY CRASH and KATHY went to see BOWIE off at the airport….THE BAGS are banned from Orange County….i had a big giant birthday party at the tropicana….i was too drunk to remember anything but i wasn’t the only one making a fool of myself…”.

    I just want to know: who can tell us anything about MULETTO??!?

    Then there’s Theresa Kereakes photos from a Lobotomy benefit party at The Whiskey, including this one of The Flesheaters that I’d never seen before. Pleasant reviews some singles, including Generation X’s Ready Steady Go: “Well what if I’m in love? Whaddaya mean, ‘what if’? Before I start the review, I want you all to know that you’re invited when Bill and I tie the knot (eat your hearts out)”. She crosses out her name at the end of the review and hand-writes in “Mrs. William Idol” instead. A few pages later, there’s an interview with Bradley Field of NY’s Teenage Jesus and The Jerks. There’s a lot to pull out of this interview, including his admission that it’s 100% Lydia Lunch’s band; that he and anyone else could be easily replaced, and that she mostly just yells at them. But how about this part here:

    L: So when did you move to NY?

    B: I lived in Cleveland until about a year ago. I just used to go to New York all the time to visit, and I figured ‘What the heck, I should just stay here’. Cleveland was great, though. There wasn’t a big scene but they had good bands. Of course the Dead Boys, and Pere Ubu, but the best was the Electric Eels. The lead singer was a polio victim, and he was really helpless-looking. They used to have a lawnmower flying off the stage. I got tapes of them with the lawn mower flying off the stage and the audience screaming. The audience used to keep time by breaking bottles or banging their head against the wall. The first time they played they all got arrested. The singer came out all wrapped in barbed wire, the bass player had long silver hair and he was wearing a dress, and this was like five or six years ago!!!”

    “Nancy Nitro” reviews her attendance at the UC-Irvine filming of the NBC TV show “The Rock and Roll Sports Classic”, which her friend Joan Jett and The Runaways were asked to participate in, along with the aforementioned Leif Garrett, plus members of ELO, Boston, Earth Wind & Fire and Rod Stewart. Wow. I mean, I remember these sports competition jigglefest shows from my childhood all too well – “Battle of the Network Stars” and so on. I was delighted to find the full episode of this one that aired on May 5th, 1978 here. You’ll absolutely want to see Joan Jett win the bike race, along with Tanya Tucker, some dude from The Commodores and Bowzer from Sha Na Na competing in the team endurance sprint. 

    In fact, Jett herself writes in Lobotomy #5 about seeing X-Ray Spex at CBGB’s, on a live show page that also includes write-ups of springtime fiestas in LA with The Weirdos / The Bags / The Last and X / Black Randy & The Metrosquad / Arthur J and the Goldcups. Finally, one “K. Heights” gets to review a Lou Reed / Ian Dury and the Blockheads show and put a gravestone on Lou Reed’s career. “I feel his time to come has quietly stopped going. The whole band reeked of passivity and acceptance. I guess it’s time to call it quits”. What an issue. What a time to be young and drunk in Los Angeles.

  • Motorbooty #1

    I never dawdled on buying a given issue of Motorbooty the moment their issues hit the stands in the late 80s and well into the 90s, and I don’t believe I was an outlier in that regard. Motorbooty was an exceptionally highly-regarded conduit to a funny, crude and musically-informed worldview centered around all things “Detroit”, mostly for better and only sometimes for worse; as well as to wise-ass college humor and underground comix, many of them penned by co-founder and editor Mark Dancey. What I loved about Motorbooty at the time was its complete disregard for sacred cows; its intensely needling sense of humor, and especially any bit of writing where Mike Rubin put pen to paper. His “When Good Bands Start To Suck” piece in a later issue was a touchstone/lodestar piece of investigative journalism in my late 80s world. There was also, of course, that series of Insane Clown Posse comics that Mark Dancey did that were quite hilarious and deservedly renowned, comics that even attracted some terrific negative attention from that band and their awesome Juggalo Nation.

    Motorbooty also loved to make fun of all things hardcore, which, as with Flesh and Bones around the same time, was dead-center in my endorphin-producing wheelhouse in 1987. Mark Dancey says here, “At that time we considered past involvement in the hardcore scene to be a badge of honor (to the snobbish point of being suspicious of peers who had not been into it) but thought that anyone who was still into it to be a hopeless fool”. The only time I was not into Motorbooty was when these white boys leaned too self-consciously hard into all things overtly Detroit and tried to meld black culture into white in a way that sometimes approached minstrelsy – writing about “muthafuckas” and so forth. Barry Henssler, Mark Dancey and Mike Danner’s – all key Motorbooty personnel – Detroit band Big Chief were the “funky” musical representation of this misbegotten and thankfully largely forgotten ethos. 

    And, for Motorbooty #1 and for several issues after this until issue #5 (when he was referred to on the masthead as the “Minister of Absentia”), the founder and co-editor was one Danny Plotnick, who happens to be a longtime friend of mine. He’s told me the story of how this magazine evolved away from his stewardship and into the hands of others, but I’m light on the details and, as usual, have forgotten more than I’ve remembered. Suffice to say his heaviest direct involvement was in the earliest issues, but he’d move to San Francisco after this point to become a filmmaker, likely making it a little tough to truly edit a Michigan-based magazine with Michigan-based compatriots. If you haven’t seen his book Super 8: An Illustrated History, you certainly need to. And if you really want a laugh, you can watch me as one of the “stars” of his 1999 Swinger’s Serenade here. I’m the cuckolded husband figure, an absolute acting tour-de-force which really brings the house down no matter which living room or VFW Hall it plays in. 

    Anyway, Plotnick contributes a great piece of nonfiction in Motorbooty #1 called “Fat City Death Sled”, about being hassled by some goombahs that he later spun into comic gold in his Super 8 short film Steel Belted Romeos. The majority of the mag is about half underground music fanzine, half underground comix compendium. For the music portion, it starts with an interview with Breaking Circus, who are asked, “How do you feel about grouping bands with the term ‘Pig Fuckers’?”. Turns out they’re cool with it, as long as it’s not in reference to them. There’s also a piece on the fantastic Laughing Hyenas, whose debut EP hadn’t even come out yet. “Moving from the confines of Detroit’s Cass corridor to the too-mellow spaces of college town Ann Arbor has provided a stable base for the band, who drive cabs, make pizzas, sell army surplus and patchouli oil in order to afford a house to practice in”. Reference is made to this WCBN radio performance from 6-22-87, a samizdat tape I had for a long time and used to run off for others repeatedly. See this YouTube upload of it? The photo of the tape’s inner label and song titles? That’s my writing. Just discovered this whilst trying to link to it. Who are you, Uncouth Youth??

    There’s a Mike Rubin Wire interview in which clear superfan Rubin seems to be enduring their pomposity more than anything else, as he’s still smarting from how bad their reunion album The Ideal Copy is. Barry Henssler has a Necros tour diary from Summer 1987, about half of which seems wholly made up, though I’m really not sure which half. I met Henssler a few years after this and he was nothing but highly entertaining company, someone whom I wish I’d had more than a single beer with. He talks in this tour piece about going to Tampa and how bored the band is there. “Needless to say, to ward off boredom we’ve already invented a couple of games, the first of which is called ‘I’m-from-out-of-town-and-you-think-I’m-famous-enough-to-do-an-in-store-at-your-record-outlet, therefore-anything-I-want-I-can-have-free-of-charge’. This game is amazing! Who’s gonna call the cops on a band doing an in-store for shoplifting?”. He talks about doing a massive amount of blow on Megadeth’s tour bus in Pittsburgh, and calls Prince his “main man” and “his purple badness” when in Minneapolis. I suppose that’s one way to put it. I remember hoping at the time that this was the fake part.

    Unlike later issues of Motorbooty, there are record reviews in this one, and even a mean-spirited fake R.E.M./Michael Stipe tour diary that would not have existed had Forced Exposure also not existed. The mag, already top-drawer at this time, would only get better in the years to come, and would easily benefit from a full retrospective hardcover compendium if only someone would choose to put it out. 

  • Matter #8

    Matter was positioned right at the nerve center of underground and slightly just-above-underground America during its mid-1980s run. It was a fanzine that was well-designed enough to be a “magazine” and with enough cachet to land bigger interviews w/ the likes of The Smiths, while positioning them next to what they likely really wanted to cover, which was true favorites like The Go-Betweens and Chicago locals such as End Result and Sports of Kings. And let it be said that this wasn’t some mouth-breathing boy’s club. The masthead touts Editor Elizabeth Phillip, managing editor Irene Innes and business manager Irene Igawa – a female trifecta that, let me assure you, was tokenistically uncommon in this realm in 1984. This is the world of Our Band Could Be Your Life, except directed and guided by women, and with Steve Albini taking a starring role. 

    Matter #8 is the first issue with a new cover design – you can see all the covers here – and it came out in April/May 1984. Right there on the first page, BAM, first letter, there’s some correspondence from Steve Lafrenier with some concerns about one of the mag’s chief writers, one Steve Albini. Complaints of this sort came to color a great many of the letters-to-the-editors in Matter over the years. Lafranier says: “What is Steve Albini talking about? After reading two issues of Matter’s gleeful publication of this guy’s opinions, it gets pretty obvious that he doesn’t really have any. Exactly like the atrophied, tail-end of a dead ‘scene’ he unceasingly promotes, his writing exemplifies the kind of hypocrisy he claims to be in the business of subverting. Gad, what reactionary duck shit”, before then going and calling Albini and the editors on the carpet with some examples. 

    Albini responds not with a sneering load of snark, but with “You miss most of the points I’ve ever made, but you hit paydirt on one issue. Several people have brought to my attention how much overt fag baiting I’ve been doing. Having re-read much of what I’ve written, I have to agree. That’s not why I do this, and I don’t want it to appear that way. It takes letters like yours to make people like me rethink old habits”. Progress! The scene policed itself when it had to. Andy Schwartz of NY Rocker also writes in to complain about the 4-issue subscription price (for $6!) while praising Steve Albini’s “black and white” thinking to the hilt. And Dave Sprague of Sense of Purpose writes with his own boatload of praise for Matter, then asks if he can write for the mag.

    As mentioned, coverage and interviews were straddling varying shades of musical taste and genres that were often not entirely complementary, and that’s why this is a fanzine that likely had a pretty wide appeal to those in Chicago and elsewhere who found it. For local stuff, there’s news of a demo from a new band called Urge Overkill; Naked Raygun’s Flammable Solid and Big Black’s Bulldozer are discussed as well, along with lesser lights like the Bonemen of Barumba. Beyond Chicago, there are interviews with Otto’s Chemical Lounge, The Bluebells, Slickee Boys, and The Specimen. The latter get stuck talking about how one writer dubbed their syntho-goth fishnet & lace posing as “positive punk”, somehow, and how they’re now having to live it down in every interview. 

    Blake Gumprecht doesn’t exactly paint The Go-Betweens as wild rocknroll outlaws, saying rather that “They’re not a cult band, nor have they ever had that hit single, and I’m not sure they ever will. They don’t dress remarkably, act funny or weird, or even talk a heckuva lot. Nice. Normal. Unassuming. Simple. Modest. Quiet. Those are the words people use to describe The Go-Betweens.” They’ve just been dropped from Rough Trade, and are at something of a crossroads, trying to figure out if they should move permanently to New York or not. Matter are so into the band – as I know many of you are/were and I sometimes am – that Michael Lev gets to write a second article/interview with the band in this same issue.

    There’s breaking news on Kendra Smith’s new band Clay Allison – to be known as Opal a year or two later. They say, “Smith writes that the band is getting increasingly cool: ‘Led Zeppelin meets Love meets Syd Barrett’. Her partner David Roback, formerly with Rain Parade, says that Clay Allison is to Rain Parade what Big Star is to the Box Tops. An album is forthcoming on the band’s own Serpent label”. Neither the Led Zeppelin nor that forthcoming album were true – here’s what the (fantastic) 45 actually sounded like

    Furthermore! There’s a piece on the burgeoning Athens GA scene – OhOK, Love Tractor, Buzz of Delight et al. This world was a big deal and ever-present on many hipsters’ lips at the time. There’s a Trouble Funk complete discography along with a big multi-paragraph pile of praise, probably the single best and certainly the most completist thing written about them I’ve seen. Anyone out there go to this show? And Albini writes up “The Moron’s Guide to Making a Record”, which is funny because he did something similar and/or identical in Matter #10, which I wrote about here. I’m too lazy to go grab that one out of the boxes; I wonder if it was a reprint to help further the cause? Like I said, the scene looked after itself. 

    Finally, Matter would do this thing in their record reviews where 3-5 reviewers would get a short paragraph or two, and everyone would assign a letter grade. It was always good fun to see just how much of an outlier Albini might be. Black Flag’s My War gets a C from Albini – “This is it? We had to wait over two years for this? I don’t know what’s running through Greg Ginn’s head, but if he thinks noodling around in King Crimson territory while Henry grunts and huffs is some bold new direction, we’d be better off if Black Flag had another few years of court-imposed silence”. I couldn’t have said it better myself. He gives it a C. Glen Sarvady says “Side two is possibly the worst thing I’ve ever heard, and that includes groups I expect to be awful”. He also gives it a C. For these comments alone, I give Matter #8 an A, but I would even without ‘em.

  • Brainstorm #1

    You can really injure your cranium and dent your intelligence levels by spending too much time with 1981-84 US hardcore punk fanzines; and the later you are in that cycle, the more likely it is you’re also going to be reading about some truly atrocious hardcore bands. Brainstorm #1 has a great deal in common with We Got Power and Flipside, such as Southern California provenance, an admirable party-or-go-home mentality, an “everyone gets interviewed” approach and some of the most ill-considered record reviews of all time. Having come out later in the cycle, however – at least later than the Flipsides we’ve talked about here on Fanzine Hemorrhage – this late 1983 mag is obsessing over the thoroughly rotten end of the US hardcore explosion, and – with some mighty exceptions – over some of our nation’s least interesting bands. (I will admit it got worse in 1984 and even worser in 1985). 

    I’m gathering that this was affiliated closely with Toxic Shock Records and the “Fartblossom Enterprises” crew, and it was published out of Pomona, CA deep in Southern California’s inland empire. Like the aforementioned SoCal heavy-hitter HC mags, Brainstorm tried to talk briefly with just about everyone that came through town, and during the summer of ‘83, that would include Articles of Faith, Government Issue, the F.U.s and “McRad”. McRad!! The short F.U.s piece is the best – this was the band totally blackballed by MRR for their right-wing My America album; I remember the pseudo-controversy well. Apparently at this time they’re in a bit of a tiff with The Freeze, in conjunction with their friends SS Decontrol as well; all three Boston bands would soon turn into heavy metal lunkheads. They’re asked, “Do you get along with Forced Exposure?” and reply, “Sort of. Jimmy’s a real strange guy. He doesn’t say much, but I get along with him. Everyone says ‘He never talks’ but when I go up to talk to him he’s fine”. 

    Battalion of Saints are having some problems with the cops in San Diego and think “rock stars are fucked”, but otherwise don’t add a whole lot to the great conversation. Now MY favorite hardcore punk band from this era by a mile is Die Kreuzen, and they get a good chat in with the Brainstorm #1 posse. At this point, they’re in LA on tour but seriously considering staying in San Francisco when they get up there – “we’re gonna find an apartment or something up there – we haven’t decided if we’re gonna move up there”. Well, it didn’t happen. How might the course of hardcore history been altered if this landmark record had been recorded in SF rather than at Multi-Trac Studios in Michigan instead, and if Die Kreuzen had been routinely ripping it up at the Mab, On Broadway and The Farm over the next 3 years?? I ask myself, because I might have been able to see them play live in this alternate timeline; as it was, I saw them in 1988 at this show instead.

    Locals that get some big coverage include Mad Parade, Iconoclast and Peace Corpse, and another one of my favorites, San Francisco’s D.R.I., get a golden chance to tell their truths as well. The interview is clearly so intense and full of incredible truths about parents, cops and Reagan that it’s going to be “continued next issue”. Unless someone tells me otherwise, I’m pretty sure Brainstorm was one and done, so we’ll never know, will we?