la-wasteland:

THE SCREAMERS!

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whatever-explorer:

lizpelly:

"We must say no to this colonial project. To say no we must find desire. Desire is not simply something you want. Desire is something you feel so strongly about that it eats you."
~ victoria from downtown boys at silent barn last night going in on gentrification, brooklyn, and things that generally need to be articulated // full video in issue 44 of fvckthemedia

Fact: Downtown Boys are the best punk band of all time.

lizpelly:

unstoeuf:

victoria (downtown boys) called out all of the white people living in brooklyn last night. she said something along the lines of like, (was yelling this) “i have a friend who used to live right around the corner with her family and they can’t live here anymore, hundreds of people have been replaced by you” i was SCREAMING 

downtown boys the most important band in the world

I think what Los Crudos was to the 90s, Downtown Boys will be to this decade.

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990000:

fredperry.com:

Don Letts - Culture Clash, Chapter 11
Typical Girls
I got fed up working at Boy, so I went off to try and manage The Slits, try being the operative word. The crucial four were Ari Up (who was just 15 at the time), Viv Albertine, Tessa Pollit and Palmolive.
…
They were rough, rugged and they rocked. These girls came with an attitude unlike anything I’d ever seen before, male or female! They soon gained a reputation for being unpredictable, chaotic and downright scary. But what intimidated the A&R men, inspired and empowered legions of young girls up and down the country who were fed up with the options open to them at that time. The Clash were impressed enough to take them on the White Riot tour (Mick Jones would have to tune their guitars for them!). It was at this point I realised that I was trying to manage the unmanageable. Bands fighting each other was one thing (and not unheard of) but The Slits would be fighting on stage, off stage, and all points in between. The thing about The Slits was they were The Slits twenty-four seven, not just while they were on stage performing. It wasn’t an act. I remember trying to check the girls into a hotel one time, but before I’d even signed them in, we were being thrown out. Ari had decided to start wrecking the joint while we were still in reception. Such was the chaos that was the Slits.

990000:

fredperry.com:

Don Letts - Culture Clash, Chapter 11

Typical Girls

I got fed up working at Boy, so I went off to try and manage The Slits, try being the operative word. The crucial four were Ari Up (who was just 15 at the time), Viv Albertine, Tessa Pollit and Palmolive.

They were rough, rugged and they rocked. These girls came with an attitude unlike anything I’d ever seen before, male or female! They soon gained a reputation for being unpredictable, chaotic and downright scary. But what intimidated the A&R men, inspired and empowered legions of young girls up and down the country who were fed up with the options open to them at that time. The Clash were impressed enough to take them on the White Riot tour (Mick Jones would have to tune their guitars for them!). It was at this point I realised that I was trying to manage the unmanageable. Bands fighting each other was one thing (and not unheard of) but The Slits would be fighting on stage, off stage, and all points in between. The thing about The Slits was they were The Slits twenty-four seven, not just while they were on stage performing. It wasn’t an act. I remember trying to check the girls into a hotel one time, but before I’d even signed them in, we were being thrown out. Ari had decided to start wrecking the joint while we were still in reception. Such was the chaos that was the Slits.

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Album Art

destroy-i:

Really excellent stuff, enjoying this EP a lot

Feeeellllin it

ArtistMystic Inane
TitleI Believe in UFO's
AlbumDeep Creep
zombiesenelghetto:

Suicide: Alan Vega, Feeling Magazine, 1978

zombiesenelghetto:

SuicideAlan Vega, Feeling Magazine, 1978

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dynamitehemorrhage:

Well, this is something of a find – a good-quality audience tape of the very first FLESH EATERS show at Los Angeles’ Masque in December 1977…! Are you kidding me? I would have given my right arm for this thing at any point during the past 30 years, and it’s just been sitting there since May waiting for all of us to listen to it.

Thanks to Jon Hope for hipping me to this site Noise Addiction II – I’ve barely even dug through it yet and have already found that the site is just bursting with LA punk and oddities from the 70s and 80s. Don’t mind me, I’m over here shoving files into my piehole.

So the Flesh Eaters, in their very first show, still sound searing and raw on most tracks. This was from Chris D.’s “screaming” phase, which you can read him disowning in our own Dynamite Hemorrhage #1 fanzine, which has a lengthy interview with him about this era. The tape contains their cover of the Magic Band’s “Plastic Factory” as well as another cover I can’t place right now….can you? The tape cuts out just as the monstrous “Automaton Bombs” is just getting locked and loaded.

I can help a little with the song titling as well. Minus the one I don’t know, here’s what you’ll hear:

FLESH EATERS – live at the Masque, December 21st, 1977

  1. Disintegration Nation
  2. Agony Shorthand
  3. Police Gun Jitters
  4. Plastic Factory
  5. Achieve That Reject
  6. Brain Time
  7. title unknown
  8. Jesus Don’t Come Through the Cotton
  9. Automaton Bombs

Download the thing here.

IN SCHOOL tearing the motherfucker down at Laughing Horse Books last Wednesday. Best straightforward HC band in ‘Merica right now. So stoked to finally see em live after listening to them on headphones after fucked up days at work. Now I got to see it live and in person after a fucked up day at work. You can see me ruining most of the footage in the left corner, old sweaty gray Roxy Music shirt pacing back n forth because I was way too tired, carrying too much stuff in my bag, too worried about my glasses breaking to even git in da pit. Also I’m a dingus and forgot my zine where I wrote up the Praxis of Hate 7 inch to give them. But I fucking sang along goddammit. FEAR.