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.
While Dead Can Dance utilized folk music to court Renaissance Goths, Sam Rosenthal went after high-brow graphic designers by means of darkwave chamber music.
The perfect dunebuggy punk holiday for kicking sand in the face of 98 lb. weaklings and turning their goodie-two-shoes girlfriends into wanton go-go dancers.
Allin’s self-destructive, audience-abusing antics took performance art to new levels. Lower ones. Like Hated, this is a fetish movie. This one’s softcore.