Features Sue Lott (ex-Slot), Phil Durr (Big Chief, Giant Brain, Five Horse Johnson), Scott “Small Stone” Hamilton, and Eric Miller (5Horse and Novadriver).
This documentary carries a buncha footage from 20 years ago with Ig, some choice Stoogeliness, and interview footage with guitar player Ron Ashton. It’s great.
Beholden to the rubbery overdrive David Sardy pushed through, Barkmarket, and various ’90s production work with Quicksand, Orange 9 MM, and Cop Shoot Cop.
Ridiculously rhythmic throb full of great songs and boiled over energy surge. The innerlocked double drummers and meshed guitars work like a big pumping heart.
It makes up its own rules, and it’s a helluva lotta fun. “Call someone up who’s kinda cool and ask’m ‘what’re yer fave nine unpunk things to do in a punk way.'”
If you care about Priest or the germination of metal, you wanna see this. Popoff is a deep crate digger in the hard rock and metal world, a lifer’s lifer.
The Zero Boys were a got-damn fantastic punk band from the second generation nation, after the mid/late ’70s shit hit the (few) fans and the dis-ease spread.
The airier Monster Magnet psych-pop, swirling through the ’90s Too Pure label stuff, and yep, Kraut rock, plus whatever electronica a Sabbath fan might dig.
Dreamy, dirt-gaze doom with female vocals, ethereal flute, and spooky organ. Blood Ceremony owe a dept to black & white horror movies from the pre-rock era.
Tense, wound-up, rocked-up gunk to draw in anyone with the a taste for the Who/Yardbirds ’60s Mod nerve through the MC5/Stooges/Simply Saucer/Devo ’70s.
I still place these guys as gobbling Pere Ubu’s pre-LP stuff, as well as other crude-aggo-outsider shit from the fair city of Cleveland when Carter was President.
Most did time in Our Flesh Party, who started out alt.funky.rock and whittled it into a ball of wire, backbone, and meat like Fugazi, Quicksand, and Barkmarket.
Rock and roll rooted in the Western feel and melancholy. Mexican guitar tradition tangling Spanish classicism through native cultures and death’s head imagery.
Marc Almond hit the charts with one of the most enduring, wettest, sleazy hits of synth-pop, Soft Cell’s “Tainted Love,” a cover of Gloria Lewis’ 1964 hit.