Of all the late ’70s punk godfathers, The Damned always seemed to be the ones to use the nascent punk sound for its purest purpose: To make great music.
MVD and Amphetamine Reptile partner with Robel Films to release The Color of Noise, a film about the history of the label and its founder Tom “Haze” Hazelmyer.
A bizarrely interesting mindtrip for fans of the outlandish. Acting is stiff and awkward, but very entertaining. The rapid-fire outrageousness is worth a look.
X is the coolest band ever. From the twisted poetry of Exene and John Doe to the steely-eyed perpetual smile of Billy Zoom to a drummer named D.J. Bonebrake.
A fascinating look into a photographer’s process. Kern puts the girls in all sorts of unique poses that are sexy, bizarre, creepy, beautiful, or just weird.
Spawning the quotables “Gobble, Gobble, motherfucker” and “Nice tits, bitch,” this is a low budget movie that’s more an attempt at comedy than a horror film.
18 new songs to fingerfuck your eardrums, from harmonized rampage to doo-wop teenage thrills. Only Blag is getting a handjob under the counter at the malt shop.
Turisas, Korpiklaani, TYR, Finntroll, Leaves Eyes, and others are universally nice, even as Bill Zebub drags the questioning into his predictable banality.
Being interviewed by Bill Zebub is enough to melt anyone’s patience. A testament to the tolerance of Peter Steele, George “Corpsegrinder” Fisher, King Diamond.
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.
Widely considered one of the finest rock guitarists of his time, the opportunity to see him play makes this an ideal gift for the guitar nerd in your life.
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.
Sex Pistols, Dead Boys, and The Damned covered’m: Their groove landed in The Avengers lap, the Flesheaters hands, then, with their true heirs, Black Flag.
A bell-ringer that hit the doom gong in a new way. A slow, grind-inflected deathly thud subtracting the rock and adding more coagulated crush and heavy drone.
Live warts ‘n’ all at thee NYC institution, CBGBs (RIP), garagists The Mooney Suzuki ride ’60s into ’70s rootage like their NYC forebearers The Fuzztones did.
Practice space run through shot live and unedited by the Flipside crew. You may already know “Richard Hung Himself.” (Slayer rocked it on Undisputed Attitude.)
A snapshot of a band as well as an era as it was heaved up out of the reconstruction of the bohemian/art-attack via power chord beatdown after the hippie thing.
On Halloween night, 1986, Midwest’s hammering punk legends Dead Boys showed up to collect their beer money. In the ’80s, we called this “good bootleg quality.”
A really good movie about some specific fallout from the P-word. Well shot, nicely edited, thoughtfully put together, a buncha nice interview stuff appended.
Stomping rocker punk growl jammed thru Motörhead’s dirt metal. This guitar ethos has been defined by the great Fistful of Rock series. Look’m up, great stuff.