Ex-Ransom member and serial blogger Mikey Von Ransom shows his off his collection highlighted by Turbo A.C.’s, Lower Class Brats, Clit 45, and The Sleazies.
The Godfathers of the German industrial movement perform in a palace that serves as the seat of parliament. Demolition is underway; the hall is empty and cold.
Ramones-inspired ditties stemming from ’50’s prom songs and juvenile delinquent movies are present, but these diverse bands show a wide range of vocal styles.
A bootleg with bad sound and shaky footage. Once past that, it’s pretty enjoyable. Contemporaries of Joy Division, Sigue Sique Sputnik, and Sisters of Mercy.
An anomaly. We knew of their urgent style of punk, but the locals knew the mythology. When Riot Fest facilitated a reunion, Raygun added to the legend.
The Jesus Lizard was rhythmic, sweaty, loud, and sexual. Singer David Yow gyrates, howls, and flails, molesting the audience at every available opportunity.
Where last year’s Down In Albion gave a medicine-headed snapshot of the singer’s opiate use, Shotter’s Nation has a clarity and energy that the former lacked.
Whilst fellow Scandalnavians Turbonegro send up the ’70s glam of Alice Cooper, The 69 Eyes examine the evolution of glam to Gothic from ’60s to the ’90s.
If Ramones were the Beach Boys of punk, The Queers are the Jan & Dean. The softer, younger brother of surf punk. They’ve got shobby-doo-wops, for God’s sake.
Many camps took Bad Brains’ lead, from Fishbone to watered-down 311 and Sublime. But few have produced a work as edifying and emotionally whole as this.
Rival Skulls trade off between Misfits demonizing “Vampyrism Theory” and AFI hardcore “Luciferian Path” with a humorless but pretty damn cool delivery.
“You just won’t believe how vastly hugely mindboggingly big it is. You may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist, but that’s just peanuts to this.”
A fine mixture of Sabbath and Misfits featuring graciously round guitar work, driving rhythms, and sneaky melodies. Did I mention great soaring harmonies?
Despite and because of the unusual engineering, the room noise and unsafe at any volume recording level, this is the most exciting garage punk in many moons.
For 15 years, Kibo hosted a Usenet group to expound on physics, mathematics, and British sitcoms. Al Gore had to ask his permission to invent the Internet.
Sounds so like Fallen, it could’ve been culled from the same sessions. Not on par with Tori Amos or Kate Bush, but somewhere around Fionna Apple and Jewell.
Groundbreaking. Chainsawing. Car bombing. Culture shocking. The Plasmatics flew in the face of convention. Great information thrown together like a scrapbook.
Good like Burger King. They have a great ’70s garage punk sound, and really catchy, singable, anthemic songs, but there’s one just like them on every corner.