Few remember when Goth was dark and deadly, a fearsome music to be proud of. Noble, anthemic songs that communicate a brooding desire, a vague desperation.
Boss Hog lies somewhere between Jon Spencer’s former and current projects, Pussy Galore, and the Blues Explosion’s fuzz-tone Stones-flavored funk grooves.
Tight drumming keeps this together. Other than that, it’s your basic fast goof punk. A little better than run-of-the-mill, as far as inconsequential 7″ers go.
As soon as the needle hits the vinyl it’s an all out assault on the boundaries of rock as we know it, spitting out incoherent lyrics with earsplitting energy.
An industrial band straight out of the late ’80s, a deviant of the Front 24/Skinny Puppy era before Wax Trax! bands learned to shut up and play their guitars.
Now-quarterly extreme music magazine. Now 64 pages with color glossy cover. Solid, descriptive reviews. One of the most comprehensive guides to extreme music.
Singer was a fairy queen complete with gauzy wings and wand. She made gifts to the house of toy instruments and odd curios and asked the crowd to play along.
This publication covers Crispin Glover art, crossword puzzles, writers spewing philosophies on why he does what he does, and letters from fearless fans.